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As the band settles into the LBGTQ cruise, new desires take root.

This standalone story is the second chapter in the story of a small-town band (Dreamland) that is comprised of three siblings– Debbie, thirty; Mark, twenty-six; and Amber, twenty-five. They got a last-minute booking on a cruise ship, replacing K.D. Lang who had to cancel unexpectedly. Once aboard, they realized it was an LBGTQ cruise, a cruise that changes their lives. It contains content of reluctance and submission. If this is in any way offensive, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy. Special thanks to Kenji Sato for help with editing.

The band remained backstage after performing the opening act to watch Lila McCann and Chely Wright perform. It was an awesome experience to watch them interact with the crowd. Hearing ‘Single White Female’ and the crowd’s reaction was remarkable.

Debbie, never tired of seeing other musicians perform from behind the scenes. In addition to being a great musician, Chely Wright was a sweetheart. She was polite, kind and patient with the staff, the fans, and with the other performers. Afterward, she was gracious enough to spend time with them and Lila. They shared thoughts on the show and ways to improve it.

Chely and Lila praised them for their cover of ‘Constant Craving’ and asked if they could join them next time.

“Oh my God, yes!” said Debbie. They all agreed to get together at rehearsals the next day and practice it. It was like a dream come true.

By the time they wrapped up, it was nearly two AM, and they were so pumped up, Mark and Brittney were debating hitting the dance bar or the casino, when Debbie said, “I am whipped, I’m going to bed.”

Debbie was tired but also did not want to deal with the drunken duo of Susan and Lisa that late at night. She planned to keep her distance for the rest of the cruise– they were getting a little too handsy for her liking, and she did not want to encourage them any further. She felt bad because she enjoyed flirting with them and the ego boost that came with it, but she wasn’t gay, and it was wrong of her to indulge their fantasy.

“I’m going to bed, too,” said Amber, as she peeked out from backstage to see Itzayana lingering in the auditorium for her.

Itzayana wore a red, skintight tank-club dress that cut low in front and back and clung to her thighs halfway to her knees. Her nipples made it clear she was braless, which was confirmed when she danced stage side during the show. Amber had also been drawn to the way it formed to her belly button, and when she turned, her ass outlined beautifully through the clinging fabric.

Her heart raced as she contemplated her next move, and her mind raced even faster. She had never done anything with a woman before, but that morning, she let her guard down and Itzayana did things to her she had never imagined.

That morning she had awoken slightly hung over after the band’s first night performing in the piano bar. A night that unimaginably ended in a kiss between her and Itzayana. Her religious background told her it was wrong, but she had felt that kiss from head to toe.

It occurred to Amber that Debbie hit the nail on the head when she teased Amber about lesbianism being contagious. Prior to the cruise and meeting Itzayana, she had never had thoughts even remotely as intense toward any women.

It all came together in a perfect storm– the rush of the cruise, the teasing with her siblings about ‘what happens on the cruise ship, stays on the cruise ship’; the reaction of the crowd in the piano bar after their first performance was such a rush. Combine that with Itzayana– her long, flowing sandy blonde hair, her accent, and those deep brown, almond-shaped eyes… and something happened inside of Amber.

The first time those eyes drew her gaze, she noticed her narrow nose with rounded tip and her unique septum ring. It was subtle and somehow sexy, even though Amber never really cared for nose piercings. Then those soft pink perfectly shaped lips added up to Amber’s apprehensions dissolving away. After the kiss, she invited Itzayana back to her room, without thinking.

In the end, it was Itzayana who was able to control herself and not take advantage of her offer. She told her to sleep on it before taking the kiss any further. But that next morning, Itzayana was back and offered to ‘help’ her apply sunscreen. Her touch was too much, and she felt herself wanting more. She made one last weak attempt to resist but ultimately succumbed. The feeling of Itzayana cradling Amber in her lap on the daybed had been simply heavenly.

The feel of her breath on Amber’s neck as their bodies pressed together sent tingling chills through her. She could recall the touch of Itzayana’s breasts pressing against her back, as she let herself rest against Itzayana. Amber let her kiss her neck, holding her close as Itzayana’s fingers began to caress her body. She had never felt such a deep stirring, and all from the simple caress of her gentle finger. The fingers her body would beg for, before Itzayana relented and slid beneath her bikini bottoms to bring her levels of bliss she had never experienced before.

She was thankful for the distraction of the first show on the main stage, but seeing Itzayana front and center, mouthing the words of ‘Constant Craving’, brought it all back to the forefront of her thoughts. Seeing her waiting patiently and recalling what surely had to be the best orgasm of her life, literally at Itzayana’s hands, took away any desire to resist. She needed to know just what she meant by ‘so many ways to please you.’

Unsure if the adrenalin of the show was the catalyst or not, Amber had clarity of thought at that moment, and it was that she would get Itzayana back to her room that night. She would feel those lips on hers and that warm firm body against hers. The growing tingling heat between her legs became an ache that could not be ignored.

“I’m gonna go say goodnight to the sorority girls, before I turn in,” said Amber, trying to be nonchalant. “See you all on deck for breakfast at nine?”

Debbie and Brittney smiled but refrained from teasing her. Debbie had looked out to see Lisa and Susan waiting as well, but had already resolved to avoid them, at least for the night. It had been a long day, and she would not encourage them anymore.

Brittney and Mark were truly just too tired to think about anything but sleep.

“Sounds good. If we’re not there, start without us,” said Mark, looking truly whipped. “Great show tonight!”

“Friggin’ awesome show and great crowd,” replied Debbie. “‘Night everyone.”

Itzayana felt excitement, confidence, and a rush of moist heat when she saw Amber approaching. The expression on Amber’s face was one of blushing desire, and her smile grew as she got closer.

“Good even– I mean good morning,” said Amber, feeling her cheeks heat up from the intensity of her blush.

Susan and Lisa were standing with her, obviously looking for Debbie. Their presence served as a welcome distraction to Amber. The butterflies in her tummy were almost overwhelming and the duo gave her cover from engaging Itzayana directly.

“Great show, Amber! You all were wonderful,” said Susan. Lisa and Itzayana agreed.

“Is Debbie coming out?” asked Lisa.

“I think she is still feeling it from last night. She is a little under the weather tonight. She was going to go straight to bed,” said Amber. “Mark and Brittney, too, I’m afraid,” she added for good measure, before noticing Brenda was with them. She had heard of something going on between Brittney, Mark and Brenda earlier. So she was happy to cover for them as well.

She spent several minutes listening to their praises and signing autographs. She brought a few promotional pictures of herself and signed them for the sorority members. Itzayana’s gaze never left her, and Amber felt the stare throughout her entire body.

Itzayana’s eyes were drawn to the very distinct necklace Amber wore. It was a silver blade that hung vertically down the center of her chest. Though that was what first got her attention, the outfit she was wearing became etched in her mind forever. It was remarkable in its simplicity, but somehow sexier than the most elaborate lingerie. Amber wore a tight pair of Levi’s with no belt, along with a long-sleeved light blue denim button-down, that didn’t use even one button. The shirt was untucked, and the tails tied in a knot in front, exposing her midriff with not so much as a bulge at the waistband. Her navel was an innie that showed below the knot and Itzayana knew she needed to explore it with her tongue.

To top off the outfit, Amber had a navy bandana tied around her neck, with the knot in back and the point of the kerchief hanging center chest, covering the widest gap in her blouse. But what excited Itzayana the most was the position of the necklace. The bandana covered the silver chain that held an eight-inch, quarter-inch-wide silver blade that hung from the bottom of the bandana to the top of the knot in her shirt.

It was like a shimmering arrow pointing the way down the gap in her blouse to the treasure below. Itzayana had felt her beautifully warm, soft treasure earlier and would settle for nothing less than devouring the sweet, sticky prize that awaited beneath the silver beacon.

Her eyes could not take in enough of her, and she could barely manage to pull her eyes from her soft, white skin visible on her chest and tummy. She longed to remove the bandana, start at her bright red lips, then slowly and deliberately kiss her way down her neck, following the gap in her blouse down the necklace until she reached the knot. There, she would pull it loose, exposing the soft breasts that she had held in her hands just a few hours earlier.

She caught herself, with an open-mouthed gaze, staring helplessly at the innocent but undeniably sexy target of her desires. As she tried to recover her senses, she wondered for a brief second if she was actually the person being seduced. It just seemed impossible for someone to be so innocent, and yet, so mind-numbingly sexy.

She managed to make brief eye contact as Amber spoke to her sorority sisters, and saw Amber’s cheek turn bright red before she averted her eyes. Itzayana’s libido was in overdrive as a sense of overwhelming desire consumed her. What had started as simple flirtation with the source of that beautiful singing voice, had turned into a blazing passion that threatened to consume her with its heat. She was only twenty-seven, but at that moment, she knew what a hot flash must feel like. She imagined her whole body was as red as Amber’s cheeks.

Itzayana felt a hand tug on her sleeve and turned to see Lisa, bobbing her head toward Amber. She had worked through the rest of the sisters and was turning her attention to Itzayana, who was transfixed on her belly button, when Lisa snapped her out of it.

The spell broken, she tried to recover her senses. “I could listen to your angel voice forever, Miss Amber.”

“Thank you so much, Itzayana. We are so glad you all could make it,” said Amber, trying not to look directly into her eyes. “Can I sign a picture for you?”

“Yes, thank you, Miss Amber. Still feeling better?” Itzayana knew only she and Amber would get the hidden meaning.

Itzayana looked at her brown eyes, darting subtly toward her before focusing on signing the picture.

Amber flipped it over and jotted something before handing it to her.

“Thanks to your help today, I feel like a new person.” Amber saw the others watching them, while smiling naughtily. “Dehydration is a serious thing.”

Amber loved the back and forth, looked at her calmly, and continued. “In fact, I’m a bit parched right now, I’d better get some more.”

Amber reached out a hand and shook Itzayana’s. “Thanks again for coming. Hope to see you soon.” Then she turned and waved to the rest, “Goodnight, ladies. Thank you so much.”

Next, she returned backstage, to get her bag, and take the back exit from the auditorium.

Itzayana flipped the picture to read the back and flushed with joy, as she read, ‘Cabin 516, 45 minutes if you can make it.’

She would make it, but she had no desire to wait. She knew Amber would want to shower and change, but Itzayana needed to live out her fantasy of unwrapping that outfit slowly. And she also knew she wanted her real taste, not the soapy-scented version Amber wanted to present. Itzayana wanted her raw, salty-sweet flavor and natural scent. Amber brought out a primal hunger in her and it was time to feed.

As she returned to her cabin, Amber’s heart pounded, trying to imagine what she would do if Itzayana showed up. She wondered what to wear. Pajamas seemed silly, but nothing she had brought seemed right for a late-night liaison. And what if she didn’t come. As nervous as she was, there was no mistaking the looks Itzayana had given her during the show. And what happened on the daybed that morning made it obvious that Itzayana would be coming to see her.

When she turned the corner into the hallway to her room, she gasped at the sight of Itzayana already waiting at her door. She wasn’t ready. They had kept the auditorium quite cool, but under the lights, performing always made her sweat at least a bit. But the smile on Itzayana’s face, and those seductively hungry eyes pushed all that anxiety away.

“You’re early,” said Amber, as she stepped slowly closer. Their eyes fixed on one another and the air seemed suddenly thicker and breathing more labored. Amber swallowed hard and tried to speak. “I, ah, was going to shower…”

The fingers that had taken Amber to new heights of pleasure just hours before, rose up to Itzayana’s lips and her index finger extended and touched them, signaling Amber to still herself.

Amber quieted and smiled, as Itzayana approached. When she spoke in that accent, Amber was powerless.

“I want to taste you raw, Miss Amber. I want to breathe in your full and natural scent…”

Amber began to lean forward to meet those lips again, but Itzayana stopped her.

“I want to feel your skin against mine, making love to you ’til we fall together, tired and covered in sweat.”

Their lips touched and Amber whimpered as their tongues swirled, and they embraced urgently.

Amber suddenly felt weak in the knees, practically leaning on the tiny woman who stirred such powerful passion in her. She did not want to ruin the moment, but the things Itzayana just described could not be done in the hallway. She fumbled for the key card and as she opened the door, they nearly fell inside, but only stumbled and regained footing without breaking the kiss.

They kissed passionately, hands roaming and heads moving side to side as their lips and tongues seemed to meld together. Amber moved her hands to the knot on her shirt. She needed to shed their clothing and feel only skin between them. But Itzayana’s hand grasped her and stopped her.

Then she gripped Amber’s head in her hands and looked her in the eye. “I want to undress you, Miss Amber. These clothes make me want you all night. You tease me with skin showing, begging for me to kiss.”

She plunged her tongue into Amber’s mouth and walked her backward toward the bed. Amber grunted and panted as her pent-up desires were finally being unleashed. They kissed passionately as she surrendered to the hot-blooded Latina, who played her like a virtuoso.

When her legs hit the bed, Itzayana wrapped an arm around Amber’s back and eased the taller woman slowly back onto the bed, never breaking the kiss, heads shifting and tongues dancing frantically. Both were panting and moaning with lustful pleasure.

Amber loved the taste of her, the feel of her tender lips and scent of her perfume. Her anxiety about not showering had fled her mind the second, their lips met, and she felt Itzayana’s rabid desire. She managed to wiggle her boots off, using the toe of one on the heel of the other, then her toes on the second boot.

As she lay back, Itzayana straddled her and climbed on top of her, kissing her and gently pushing her further onto the bed. Amber wiggled her way up until her heels were on the mattress. When she stopped, Itzayana cupped her cheek and continued to explore her mouth with her remarkable tongue.

Itzayana worked the bandana free and slipped it off of Amber’s neck, then began to kiss her neck as she spoke to her between kisses.

“Oh, my angel, I have wanted this all night,” she panted and kissed. “You tease me with this blouse,” she kissed again.

And Amber moaned as the hot breath on her neck sent tingling waves down her spine. Amber tilted her head, surrendering her tender neck.

“I have been wet for you, wanting to kiss my way down the skin between your blouse, and untie that knot that kept me from seeing all of you.” She kissed her some more, moving slowly toward the front of her neck.

“Oh, Itzayana, I want you so much,” the taller brunette groaned, as she cupped the back of her blonde head, encouraging her to keep kissing.

“Skin like an angel,” the Latina said between kisses, and began to kiss lower. “Even better than I dreamed.”

Amber whimpered as those lips tickled her skin, sending tingling waves of pleasure into her steaming pussy. “Oh yes, your lips are so–“

“Hungry for you,” panted Itzayana, kissing lower. “All of you, my angel.”

Itzayana fought the urge to pull the top open and kiss her breasts. She had imagined undressing her a certain way and she would follow her plan. When she arrived at the necklace, she marveled at its uniqueness and how it had aroused her all evening. She kissed her gently at the top of the long silver blade.

“This shiny silver arrow pointing to your beautiful pink flower teased me all night. I must follow its command.”

Amber panted, caressing her soft blonde hair, gyrating her hips at the thought of those heavenly lips reaching their target. Everything about Itzayana excited her. Her words, her accent, her touch, her scent, and most of all– her eyes.

Amber trembled and whimpered as she felt the tip of Itzayana’s tongue trace down the length of the necklace blade. She looked down as Itzayana locked eyes and she teased her tongue back up the length of the necklace. A loud, whimpering moan escaped Amber as those hungry eyes penetrated her mind, nearly pushing her to a climax without being touched.

When Itzayana reached the top of the blade, she picked her head up and smiled, knowing she was in complete control. She let her breath wash over Amber’s exposed skin as she moved still lower and kissed the skin between the necklace and the shirt-tail knot.

“You taste heavenly, my angel,” whispered Itzayana, as she kept her eyes on Amber’s while she jumped over the knot to the strip of skin between the shirt and her waistband.

Itzayana relished the look of desperation in Amber’s eyes, as she kissed her way from side to side on her delicately soft tummy. Amber’s whimpers grew more intense as Itzayana mixed in a lap of her tongue between each kiss. She grinned up at her and ran her tongue the width of her hips along the edge of her waistband.

Amber’s head rolled back, and hips pushed up to meet her tongue. “Oh please,” whimpered Amber.

“Please what, my angel?” teased Itzayana.

Amber wanted to scream, ‘eat my pussy now ’til I come on that gorgeous face,’ but instead, whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

“I have not yet begun, my angel,” replied Itzayana. Unable to resist her belly button any longer, she kissed it, then swirled her tongue inside it, causing Amber to spasm from the chills that shot through her body.

“OH God!” she squeaked, quivering at Itzayana’s touch.

Itzayana pressed her tongue against her belly button as she used both hands to untie the knot and pull open Amber’s shirt. Next, she ran her tongue up her belly toward her right breast. Amber raised her body to meet her as her tongue moved higher, whimpering, knowing where she was heading with those delicate lips.

The tongue moved up her breast and circled her areola before her kiss landed warmly on her stiffening nipple. Amber gasped and moaned when Itzayana’s hand gripped her breast, and her tongue swirled before playfully nibbling her nipple.

She could only repeat her sigh of pleasure, “Oh, Itzayana,” signaling her surrender.

“Soft angel breasts, with stiff devilish nipples…” Itzayana switched hands and moved to her left breast, pinching her evil little nipple before kissing and tonguing it.

After ravaging her breasts, Itzayana needed the blouse gone, so she straddled her and sat up. Sliding a hand under the shoulder of the shirt, she began pushing it off one shoulder at a time. Amber helped by pulling her arm through and when she was free, Itzayana stretched out her legs between Amber’s and began ravenously kissing her again, then she moved to her neck and shoulders kissing both sides thoroughly, before returning to her breasts.

Amber felt a soaking-wet ache between her legs and wanted her jeans off. Her hands returned to Itzayana’s head gently pushing her lower.

“Patience, angel,” she whispered between kisses, refusing to be pushed.

A high-pitched squeak of urgency escaped Amber’s throat, as she wriggled her body in desperation. Itzayana smiled as she began to work her way back to her belly. When she circled her belly button, Amber moaned, and Itzayana reached for the button on Amber’s Levi’s. Amber cooed her consent.

Once the button was undone, Itzayana straddled Amber’s thighs and sat upright. With two hands, she worked the zipper as she smiled down at Amber. “Can we get these off of you, angel?” she teased, with those eyes looking at her seductively.

Amber replied with a whimpering nod, swallowing hard in anticipation.

“I have been dreaming of your sweet flower’s nectar all day, my angel. So heavenly warm and soft…” Itzayana gripped the flaps of her jeans, slid her fingers under the waistline of her panties, slipped her hands out to Amber’s hips, and began to pull.

Amber pushed her pelvis toward the ceiling and rocked them side to side, helping her peel the tight pants down.

As the dark-haired singer’s muff came into view, Itzayana hummed. “You will let me taste you, yes?” asked Itzayana mockingly, with her sexy smile.

“Oh, please, Itzayana.”

“Beg for it, angel,” she replied, as she knee-walked herself down the bed wrangling Amber’s pants over her hips.

“Please, Itzayana,” she pleaded.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” said Itzayana, puckering her lips as she pulled the pants lower.

“I want to feel those lips…”

Itzayana smiled and worked the pants past her knees.

“Where, my angel?” She continued, as she slid off the bed and stood up. Then Itzayana pulled the pants up to her chest, raising Amber’s legs as they clung to her ankles.

“Please, kiss my pussy, Itzayana,” begged Amber, feeling somehow liberated by saying it out loud.

As the pants cleared her feet, Amber’s legs fell back to the bed and Itzayana gazed at her. She giggled as Amber covered her breasts with her forearms and rested her hands under her chin.

“Don’t cover yourself, Miss Amber, I want to see my beautiful angel.”

Amber let her arms fall to her side, blushing.

“Much better my angel. Now, will you open your flower to me again?”

Amber complied and spread her legs, slowly bending her knees and bringing her heels closer to her ass. Amber watched Itzayana’s eyes widen, mesmerized by her engorged, glistening labia, slowly peeling apart as she spread.

“Very good, my angel,” said Itzayana, leaning forward to crawl on the bed. “You tempt me like the devil, Miss Amber.”

Itzayana’s lips glistened in the low light of the single lamp Amber had left on. She reminded Amber of a drooling animal closing in on its prey. Itzayana kissed her left knee, then slowly kissed her inner thigh, moving closer to the prize. Amber whimpered when those soft, warm lips tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Moving closer, Itzayana took a slow, deep breath through her nose and hummed her arousal. “Such a fragrant flower, my angel.”

Amber whined and puffed, as those precious pink lips kissed close enough to feel the blonde beauty’s breath wash over her wetness.

She kissed the crease between mons and thigh, causing Amber to whine and push her pelvis toward Itzayanna’s mouth.

“Oh, but there is more to explore, my angel,” she taunted, letting her lips tease her muff as she moved to the right knee and kissed her way back down.

Amber gave a frustrated puff and let her ass fall back to the bed, and she propped herself up on her elbows, looking pleadingly down at Itzayana.

“Is my angel having a, how you say, tantrum?”

“Please, Itzayana,” she begged, with a cracking voice.

Itzayana kissed slowly closer again, caressing her outer thigh as she continued. She kept her eyes fixed on Amber’s, this time grinning between kisses. Amber’s neck craned forward, and her mouth hung open, willing Itzayana to get to her target.

“What do you want, my angel?” she asked, stopping for just a moment to force a response.

“Please eat my pussy, Itzayana, I’ll do anything.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes! Please!”

Amber trembled, as Itzayana’s breath flushed across her spread labia, letting out a long groan; her mouth hung wide, and her lips were quivering.

Itzayana’s tongue extended and her head lowered, her tongue tip gently tickled her labia and drew slowly up the length of her slit, ever so slightly touching her. Amber’s eyes closed and she sighed in a quaking exhale, rolling her pelvis forward to make full contact with her tongue.

“Your nectar is so sweet, my angel. May I have more?” she continued to taunt, backing up slightly.

“Please!” squeaked Amber, thrusting her hips higher.

Itzayana wrapped her hands under and around Amber’s thighs, as she wiggled her body closer and took a firm, steady lick up her length.

“Oh yes! Itzayana feels so– hah!” yelled Amber, as she looked down at those eyes staring into hers, while that beautiful mouth pressed its warm softness into her steaming heat. “Oh yes please, I need that so… Ah!”

Itzayana pulled up. “You taste like heaven, my angel, can you please come in my mouth?”

As she made contact again, Amber began to rock her hips. She had needed to come again since the second Itzayana withdrew her fingers from her earlier in the day. “Yes, please Itzayana, I love what you do to me. Please make me, hah!”

Itzayana began to bob her head, wildly licking up and down, pausing to swirl her tongue on Amber’s rock-like clit.

“Oh! God! Itz– ah!” Amber’s head rolled back, and her arms went to her side, as her torso collapsed back onto the bed and her hips rolled.

Itzayana’s pace quickened again, and Amber gripped a handful of the bedspread in each hand and screamed at the ceiling, in the throes of an earth-shattering climax.

Itzayana’s arms squeezed Amber’s thighs and pulled her face harder into her oozing pussy. Her head moved ravenously, refusing to slow as she felt Amber spasm in her grasp, with screams of pleasure echoing through the cabin. Amber could feel herself being pushed to the limit and sensed what would happen if Itzayana didn’t stop.

She released her grip on the bed and pushed Itzayana’s head to get some relief. It only made the fiery Latina grip Amber’s thighs even tighter, and mumble, “Huh-uh, huh-uh,” into her pussy.

Unable to control it, Amber squirted a series of five quick blasts of cum coated Itzayana’s face and hair. But her tiny partner with the unending appetite devoured her mercilessly.

Beneath the echoing screams of bliss, the sloshing sound of Itzayana’s face grinding in Amber’s gushing cunt drove Itzayana to milk her quarry’s climax to the edge of Amber’s endurance.

Amber was reduced to a defenseless, convulsing vessel of pleasure, never wanting it to end, but unable to endure it any longer, for fear of a complete system meltdown. Her screams seemed to come from outside her body and her limbs trembled as if she were on the verge of hyperthermia.

As the last gush of cum subsided and she had sufficiently quenched her thirst, Itzayana slowed her pace and moved her focus from Amber’s clit, to sucking in her sticky, sweet juices.

Amber gasped for breath, repeating, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” with each chest-heaving exhale.

Itzayana smiled into Amber’s engorged pussy, savoring her taste, and basking in the feeling of satisfaction that filled her from knowing she was the cause of Amber’s bliss. She held on, continuing to lick her clean as Amber began to recover. Her body began to relax, and Itzayana released her grip on Amber’s thighs. She gazed up at Amber, watching her chest rise and fall, waiting for Amber to recover enough to look her way. She felt like she would never tire of feeling her tongue engulfed by Amber’s buttery-soft folds and tasting her tangy sweetness.

Eventually, Amber looked down at the mysterious beauty savoring her most intimate parts and could hardly believe it.

“Oh, Itzayana, you make me feel so damned good. I’ve never…”

Amber was at a loss for words, as Itzayana’s eyes seemed to smile at her even though her face and hair were coated with Amber’s cum. She was embarrassed, but in awe that it did not seem to faze the blonde Latina in the slightest.

After a moment, Itzayana kissed her way up Amber’s body, enjoying the pale softness of Amber’s skin. She crawled her way up, stopping for a moment at her breasts again. They were smaller than Itzayana’s, but more than filled her hands as she gripped them, kissing and nibbling her nipples.

Amber was completely relaxed, enjoying the sensation. Men seemed to grope them roughly, but Itzayana knew the line that could cross over to pain and never touched it.

Finally, she crawled her way up Amber’s body and as she lowered to kiss her, Amber responded hungrily and deeply, moaning as she tasted her own cum from Itzayana’s mouth. She even went as far as lapping her tongue around Itzayana’s lips as they shifted to taste it even more.

Itzayana felt another rush, knowing Amber liked the taste. Her dress had crawled up her thighs when she straddled Amber and part of her ass cheeks were peeking out. Amber’s hands soon found them as she let them roam over Itzayana’s body, touching a woman’s body for the first time.

She groaned and slid her fingers under Itzayana’s panties, then gripped her tight little buns firmly. Itzayana groaned and ground herself against Amber, urging her to reach further. Amber slid her fingers between Itzayana’s buns and curled her fingers into her wetness. Itzayana’s reaction sent Amber into a passionate frenzy, as Itzayana’s left knee slid up the bed, past Amber’s hip and on up her side, spreading her pussy to encourage Amber’s touch.

Amber needed no more prompting, and began sliding her middle and index fingers down her ass crack, then splitting her labia, as her fingers melted between her lips.

Itzayana broke the kiss and buried her face into Amber’s neck, moaning as her angel’s fingers finally touched her where she needed it.

“I’ve never felt anything so warm and soft, Itzayana,” whispered Amber. Her left hand caressed her back and buns, pulling her dress higher each time, as her right continued to move from her steamy wetness up her ass crack then back down to her spread pussy, where she teased penetration only to pull back.

“Oh you feel so good, Itzayana, your skin is like silk,” and as her hand slid back down her middle finger, curled inside her. “You’re so wet, and so tight.”

She felt Itzayana’s open mouth press against her neck and moan as her finger slipped inside her.

“Oh, my angel,” gasped Itzayana, before kissing Amber’s neck.

Her hips rolled as Amber pushed deeper inside her, and Amber was not sure what to do next. She’d never been with a woman, and there were so many possibilities. She wanted to taste her, but was terrified she might not be good at it. On the other hand, Itzayana was practically fucking her fingers, and it felt so good inside her, touching her in such an intimate way.

She knew she wanted the dress off, so with her left hand she gripped it and pulled it up. Itzayana raised her body up to assist, but as Amber struggled, Itzayana quickly moved her right knee up, straddled Amber, sat up with her pussy touching Amber’s mons, and pulled the dress over Itzayana’s head and tossed it.

Amber’s hands glided up her firm tummy to her C-cup-sized breasts, and realized Itzayana was nearly twice as big. When Itzayana leaned back down and began kissing Amber again, Amber reluctantly released her silky soft breasts, wrapped her arms around Itzayana and returned the kiss.

Their naked bodies pressed together, and Itzayana lay on top of her with her legs spread outside of Amber’s. Itzayana had slipped her hands under Amber’s shoulders, where they were pinned between her shoulders and the mattress. Their breasts pressed together as Amber’s hands were drawn to her lover’s ass again. Her buns were firm, and her skin like satin, making Amber feel like her hands were where they were meant to be. They kissed passionately as her hands roamed over her curves from her lower back to her upper thighs.

They continued for a long moment, and Amber relished the feel of their skin touching from head to toe. Then, Itzayana surprised her by once again bringing her left knee up high, spreading herself open before gripping Amber’s right hand and placing it on the crack of her ass.

Again, Amber followed her lead and slid her fingers down her crack over her little sphincter, causing a gasp from Itzayana and a little push of her ass skyward. Amber had never touched anyone there before, but noted Itzayana’s reaction, as her fingers continued down to her wetness.

Itzayana moaned as her conquest’s fingers split her pussy lips, first down then back up the length of her split. “I love touching you, Itzayana,” whispered Amber.

Itzayana hummed, “Um-huh”, as she reengaged their kiss.

Amber rubbed from her clit to her ass crack, spreading Itzayana’s wetness as she stroked. Each time she pulled her fingers back, Itzayana moaned as Amber touched her asshole.

This confused Amber, having never touched another woman sexually, she was surprised by Itzayana’s reaction. To test it, Amber lingered briefly with her finger pressing on her little bud, and Itzayana pushed herself toward Amber’s finger. When Amber felt her sphincter start to give way, she pulled quickly back without penetrating her and moved her pussy. She was still afraid she was misreading her signals.

She had to admit she was fascinated feeling Itzayana’s little wrinkled hole; like a child with a new toy, her fingers wanted to touch it again. But as she slid back into her pussy, she was in awe of how perfectly round and smooth the walls of her vagina felt. Everything was so new, strange, and exciting, but not like she had imagined. Yet all that mattered, really, was Itzayana’s bliss. She wanted to give her as much pleasure as she had just experienced, if that were even possible.

She worked two fingers in and out of Itzayana’s pussy as her hips rolled. “I love being inside you, Itzayana,” panted Amber.

Itzayana kissed her harder, then moved back to her neck, and Amber felt Itzayana’s pussy clamp down on her fingers. “My pussy can bite too, my angel.”

“You feel so good,” sighed Amber, overwhelmed by the feel of their breasts and bellies touching and the softness of her skin as her left hand caressed her firm round ass. “I never want to stop touching you.”

She recalled how Itzayana had teased her and decided that maybe that was what Itzayana wanted. So she pulled back out and dragged her wetted fingers back up her ass crack, with a tease of her little rose bud. Itzayana pushed herself against the finger and cooed like a dove, and with that cue, Amber pushed her finger slowly inside her.

Itzayana sighed, “I think my angel has a naughty side.”

Her little Spanish temptress rocked her hips so sexily in response to her finger, Amber moaned along with her. She had never imagined doing that to anyone, but Itzayana clearly liked it, and began to rub her wetness on Amber’s right hip, coating her skin with her juices. She could feel her labia spread as Itzayana gyrated slowly.

Itzayana’s head rose up and she looked into Amber’s eyes. “I think there is some demon in you, Miss Amber,” she said with a smile, before kissing her passionately.

Amber worked her middle finger slowly in and out her tight little sphincter, and extended her others to her pussy, but could barely reach her soaked pussy lips. Her own pussy heated at the feel of the Latin beauty moving so smoothly and sexily. Itzayana’s kisses stoked a fire in Amber’s belly that threatened to consume her.

Then, Itzayana broke the kiss and looked at her with those eyes again, as her pussy rubbed her harder. “I have more holes, and you have more fingers, my demon.”

With that, Itzayana kissed her slowly and sensually as her hips pressed harder and continued her rhythmic motion.

Amber extended her left hand, but it could not reach since Itzayana clung to Amber’s right hip. So she pulled out, extended her right hand, and curled her fingers into her hungry pussy.

Itzayana moaned into Amber’s mouth as she began to work her fingers in and out. Then she moved her thumb toward her asshole and wiggled it against her.

Her paramour whimpered and she continued to swirl her thumb against her tight wrinkles. As she pressed and retreated, Itzayana’s moans grew more intense until she broke the kiss and looked at her again.

“No more teasing, demon, you know where I need that finger. You need to make me come, Miss Amber,” commanded Itzayana, before her tongue slid deep into Amber’s mouth.

Amber pulled out of her one last time, spreading her juices over her rosebud, before plunging her fingers back in and pressing her thumb firmly into her new lover’s hungry ass.

Itzayana moaned, “Um-huh, um-huh,” as her hips rolled faster and faster. She broke the kiss and pressed her cheek to Amber’s neck, panting hard as her hips frantically, rubbed her pussy against her angel’s silky skin.

“Oh Am-ber!” she squealed, as Amber used her musical talents to plunge her fingers at a quintuplet beat to Itzayana’s hips.

She struggled to match Itzayana’s motion and maintain her quint beat. But she managed, and no other instrument she had ever played made such a pleasing sound as Itzayana’s blissful reverberations echoing through the room.

Itzayana’s head rested on Amber’s shoulder as she rabidly rubbed her clit against her warm, satiny skin. She could no longer speak as a long-building climax was taking her. Puffs of hot breath washed over Amber’s neck as high-pitched moans blared from what earlier looked like the most peaceful delicate lips she had ever seen.

Amber was overwhelmed by so many new sensations; she felt the throbbing tingle between her legs growing to a nearly orgasmic levels as each thrust of Itzayana’s hips rocked her body, pressing her labia together and jarring her clit as she felt Itzayana’s rock-hard button slamming her hip.

The intensity of Itzayana’s climax was one of the most exhilarating feelings of her life. The beautiful woman who had, somehow, mesmerized her was as helpless as she was to hold back the animal attraction that consumed them both.

As Amber’s hand tired, the rush of hot cream that coated her fingers drove her to continue until finally, Itzayana’s screams of pleasure crescendoed and she rolled off to Amber’s right side spinning off of Amber’s fingers. She crawled up and rested her head on Amber’s shoulder, with her right arm and thigh draped across Amber.

“Are you sure this is your first time, Miss Amber? No one has ever taken my ass on a first date,” she asked, as she panted, regaining her breath.

Amber was stunned. She would never have imagined what had just happened, but even so, to categorize a finger as ‘taking her ass’ seemed excessive. However, she thought if the situation were reversed, she might very well categorize it the same way. She was in a panic, thinking she really did misread her signals.

“You somehow know just what excites me, my demon angel, I can keep no secrets from you,” she said. “No one has ever made me come some hard on a first date… or a second date… or a third date.”

Itzayana’s fingers began to caress Amber’s tummy.

Just like that, Amber’s paranoia passed, and she closed her eyes, focusing on Itzayana’s touch. Her confidence level grew, and she realized she still wanted to repay the glorious tongue lashing Itzayana gave her, despite her fear of not being good at it. She wanted to feel what it was like to bring as much pleasure with her mouth. After building up to it, she took a deep breath and asked the question.

“Itzayana, may I please taste you?” she asked, without opening her eyes.

“Oh, my angel is so shy, why do I think the demon hides behind that question?” teased the heavenly Spanish voice.

Amber dared not look into those eyes, or she would have been surely lost forever.

“You have my taste on those devilish fingers, Miss Amber. Taste them and tell me if you want to feed from the source. I think that demon tongue might just devour me.”

Amber complied without thinking, bringing her fingers toward her mouth.

“Look at me when you taste me, Miss Amber, please,” whispered Itzayana, her lips tickling the blonde singer’s ear.

Itzayana propped her head up with her palm on her ear and elbow on the mattress, smiling seductively as Amber’s eyes opened. Amber whimpered as those alluring brown eyes with the perfect eyebrows took her gaze and held it.

Itzayana’s mouth opened in anticipation, as she watched Amber move the two fingers that had been inside her toward her bright red lips. Itzayana’s lips puckered as if she were receiving the fingers herself. She watched Amber’s lips close on the fingers and cheeks pull in from the suction.

That moment confirmed in Amber’s mind that she wanted nothing more than to smother her tongue in Itzayana’s folds and to taste her from the source. She hummed as the salty sweetness infiltrated her taste buds and stoked the burning between her legs.

Itzayana’s eyes brightened with the realization that Amber was hers and soon would prove it. She watched in awe as Amber sucked the fingers clean and when she removed them, to Itzayana’s surprise, Amber breathed in deeply, as the thumb that had penetrated her most taboo orifice brushed slowly past her nostrils.

“You are a little demon, aren’t you, Miss Amber? Tell me what you want,” she commanded in a wispy, sensual voice.

“I want to taste your sweet pussy, Itzayana. I want to feel my tongue melt into you like my finger did,” pleaded Amber, losing herself in those eyes. “I want to taste you coming in my mouth, please.”

“You make me so happy, my angel, but first I want you to meet my favorite finger, Miss Amber.”

Itzayana’s hand moved to Amber’s mouth, and hovered for a moment, as Amber instinctively let her lips part, anticipating her fingers. But Itzayana gently touched the tip of her septum and traced her fingertip down to meet her top lip and followed her lips around her mouth, lightly touching with only one finger.

This is the finger that touched your clit this morning and later mine after we parted. I used it to make myself come as I remember how you opened yourself to me. You excite me so much, I needed relief before hearing your angel voice again, at the show.

Amber’s lips parted and she took the finger into her mouth. When it touched her tongue, Itzayana continued.

“Hello, angel tongue. My finger would like to show your beautiful, red lips and that naughty tongue where to go on my body.”

Amber whimpered and nodded, as the finger pulled out and slid down to Amber’s neck. Itzayana’s eyes held Amber transfixed, as the finger traced the route Amber would soon follow with her obedient mouth. She had imagined exploring Itzayana’s body since their daybed encounter earlier in the day.

The finger moved to her shoulders, zig-zagging its way down her chest, to her breasts. Each time Amber moaned, Itzayana’s lips puckered slightly, in sympathetic understanding.

Amber’s chest rose as the finger reached her breast and spiraled around her breast, until it circled her nipple. “You are sensitive there too, so I hope you understand the need for you to linger…”

The finger circled her nipple and teased it even stiffer. “You like this too, don’t you, Miss Amber.”

Amber squeaked and nodded, unable to break the gaze of those catlike brown eyes. Her moans grew more intense as the finger moved to her other breast and repeated the path. Next, Itzayana’s leg withdrew from Amber’s pelvis as the finger swirled her tummy and finished rimming her belly button.

Amber’s tummy convulsed up and down as the tickling finger sent tingling waves from her belly to her throbbing pussy. Amber whined, wanting Itzayana’s lips on hers, but instead, she held her head just out of range, eyes locked on Amber’s, loving being in control.

As the finger traced its way to the top of her muff, Amber’s hips rolled. Amber could imagine following the path down Itzayana’s body, planting gentle kisses, and tracing her tongue over her most sensitive spots.

“Please let me taste you, Itzayana,” she pleaded.

“Soon, my angel, but the finger must show you the way, first.” Itzayana grinned, drunk with power.

Amber was entranced, as her hips rolled helplessly, willing the finger lower and Itzayana complied, slowly. It traced its way around her well-manicured bush and up her inner thigh. Amber took her left knee out to the side, opening herself for her tormentor.

“I love when the flower opens for me, my angel.”

The finger traced her inner thigh just around her mons, then jumped to the other side, before swirling through her bush, circling her labia without touching them.

Amber’s mouth hung open ready to release her moan of approval when the finger finally touched her labia. Itzayana smiled as the finger ever so softly moved up the length of her labia. She stopped just shy of Amber’s clit then back down separating her lips and melting into her wetness.

The angel voice sang out in a high-pitched quivering song of bliss.

“I want those angel soft lips and that devilish tongue right here, Miss Amber,” as the finger moved to her clit.

“Oh yes, please!” begged Amber, only her thoughts shifted from using her mouth to pleasure her lover, to needing the finger to finish what it started.

Her hips rolled and her moans echoed.

“Oh, angel, I’m not sure my clit can get this hard,” teased Itzayana.

Amber screamed out on the verge of another climax.

Those eyes held hers as she was at the mercy of the blonde vixen who brought unimaginable pleasure.

“I give you just one finger, Miss Amber, and you give me your beautiful, hungry body completely…”

“Yes, please Itzayana!” screamed Amber, as her hips pressed toward the ceiling.

“Can you show me how hard your mouth will make me come, my angel.”

“Oh God, yes! Coming so hard, Miss Itz-eye-ah-na!”

The finger pressed hard on her clit, in tiny relentless circles. Her back arched, pressing herself against the lone finger that controlled her body, the finger that had been inside Itzayana, and had then brought her overwhelming pleasure.

The expression on Itzayana’s face was one of pure delight, only adding to the overwhelming bliss that gripped Amber’s mind and body. Amber’s mouth was wide open, and her shouts of bliss went uncontained. Once again, her body surrendered as jets of cum erupted in rhythmic blasts from her electrified pussy.

“Oh yes, my angel, show me,” panted Itzayana.

Amber’s body spasmed with each squirt until she collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent. Then the finger gave in and let the others join in stroking her soft, soaked labia slowly as Amber caught her breath and gained her composure.

“Oh, Itzayana, no one’s ever…” Amber looked into those smiling eyes and shook her head with a subtle smile and complete loss for words.

“I know, my angel,” replied Itzayana, as she finally moved in for a kiss.

After a moment, Amber decided it was time, and rolled them both, until she was on top and sat astride Itzayana. Amber was upright with her pussy lips touching Itzayana’s muff and palms on her abs. She looked down at her, hungrily, with confidence after Itzayana had mapped out exactly what she wanted.

Amber leaned forward, straddling her lover, on all fours with her face hovering over Itzayana’s.

She lowered her head so their lips could meet. Amber fluttered with excitement, relishing the thought of returning the favor and this time, she was in the driver’s seat. She could hardly believe what had just happened, but knew she wanted more. Needed more, like an addict needed her fix.

Their tongues twirled and she slowly moved to her neck and shoulders, crawling backwards on all fours as she kissed and lapped with her tongue, to her chest and began to circle her breasts.

“I love kissing you, Itzayana,” whispered Amber, as she planted feathery kisses around the base of her breast and spiraled her way toward her nipple. Her hand moved to grip her breasts, and she again realized how much larger she was than herself; two hands could barely contain one breast.

She gently squeezed and kneaded Itzayana’s breast, as her lips and tongue worked her nipple. When Itzayana sighed and her chest heaved, Amber felt a rush of added confidence.

“Angel lips feel so soft,” gasped Itzayana.

As Amber pressed her tongue against her erect nipple and waggled it side to side, Itzayana hummed her encouragement. When she continued, Amber’s own arousal grew, and she realized the reality of exploring Itzayana was even better than her imagination. Every gentle kiss created a sigh of contentment for the object of her desires. Every swirling lap of her tongue resulted in a moan and push back from Itzayana’s willing body. Each reaction from Itzayana defied physics. It did not produce an equal and opposite reaction in Amber, but a stronger and deeper reaction in Amber’s body.

She followed the path Itzayana had provided, moving to her other breast then on to her silken belly, lingering at her belly button allowing her tongue tip to explore the wrinkles and crannies.

Itzayana wiggled as the tingling sensation radiated through her loins and her abs spasmed from the delicate contact and warm breath that flooded over her. Then Amber pressed a knee between her thighs and nudged them open, making room for both knees between Itzayana’s legs.

Amber breathed in her scent and the urgency grew. She wanted to drop straight down and plunge her tongue into Itzayana’s hot wetness, but resisted the urge, determined to stay on the path Itzayana had laid out for her. She moved slowly and methodically, savoring the scent and soothing warmth of her lover’s body. Her tongue relished the salty taste of the Latina’s skin, after a night of dancing and bouncing along with the crowd.

She cooed as her chin brushed the soft hairs of Itzayana’s muff and moved her lips close to kiss the border of her trimmed bush. The musky scent of her sex made Amber’s lips tremble as she first kissed the satin-like skin of Itzayana’s inner thigh. Amber breathed in deeply through her nose, letting the tingling wave flow through her body with each breath before releasing her hot breath across her target.

Kissing her inner thigh, Amber’s cheek brushed her wet labia and they both moaned together. With that, Amber’s patience was gone. She looked into Itzayana’s eyes, lying flat between her legs with her forearms resting between her thighs. Then she extended her tongue and split her labia, running her tongue up the length of her crack, stopping short of her clit, for a bit of revenge.

“I think my angel is really a demon,” groaned Itzayana, as the tongue made a second pass, pushing in further.

Amber moaned, as the powerful flavor penetrated her taste buds. “I love how you taste, Itzayana,” she said, between licks.

“Oh, angel,” moaned Itzayana, as she raised her knees and opened herself up further.

Amber repositioned and wrapped arms around Itzayana’s thighs. She licked firmly but slowly, savoring her taste and determined to build her lover’s climax slowly. After several firm licks, she extended her tongue and wiggled it into the Latina’s tight little hole, soaking her nose and cheeks as she tongue-fucked someone for her first time.

Itzayana’s moans made Amber’s body tingle, encouraging her further. Her tongue explored Itzayana’s vulva, kissing and licking from the crease of her thighs and outer labia to her pubis, observing her lover’s reaction with each touch. She teased and sucked her clitoral hood, sucked and nibbled her tangy-sweet pussy lips, slowly picking up the pace as Itzayana’s groans intensified.

“No more teasing, demon angel, please make me come,” whispered Itzayana, with a tone of desperation.

Her hand moved to Amber’s head, and she guided her to focus her attention to her clit. Amber complied, sucking it in.

“Oh yes, angel, tease with your tongue,” moaned Itzayana, as Amber complied. “Oh yes! Ah! Finger-fuck-me-please!” she squealed, in broken gasps.

Amber quickly slipped in two fingers and rapidly pumped them in and out, faster and harder, as Itzayana’s moans intensified and her hips seemed to vibrate, in a climactic quiver.

“Yes, yes, oh God, angel! Coming-so-hard! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Itzayana pulled Amber’s face against her soaked pussy, as she moved her mouth in tiny circles, sucking on the hard nub of Itzayana’s clit, flicking it rapidly with her tongue tip. Itzayana spasmed and shivered as the orgasm gripped her.

Amber moaned, her own pussy throbbing from the joy of pleasing her beautiful Spanish lover. The look of desperation in those amazing eyes excited Amber beyond words. She felt on the verge herself, as she relished the taste of that sweet, gushing come.

Itzayana seemed overwhelmed and moved her hands to push Amber off, but she resisted, Amber clamping her arms to the shorter Latina’s thighs and milking her climax for just a few more seconds, before releasing her grip. When she backed away, Amber was shocked by the strings of milky white cum that clung to both of them, stretching between them, until the tendrils broke and clung to their skin.

Itzayana held her head back, panting and recovering her breath before speaking in heavy gasps. “Oh, demon angel, you do things to me, like…”

Amber’s smile was ear to ear, as she saw her paramour at a loss for words. “Was that good, Itz–“

“You know it was, you little devil,” panted Itzayana, with her own devilish grin. “You say you’ve never done this before?” Her eyes glared at her, skeptically.

Amber blushed and smiled until it hurt. When Itzayana released her head, she looked at the oozing, spread pussy before her, coated in the thick white cum, and leaned in to lick it all off Itzayana’s pink softness.

“I will never tire of tasting you, Itzayana,” she sighed, as she looked up at her and slowly lapped up her cream white cum.

“Oh, angel, you feel so good,” Itzayana sighed, and laid her head back, eyes closed, and she softly moaned as Amber let her tongue explore her lover’s treasures.

Feeling her soft wetness and drinking in her tangy sweet juices was as close to heaven as Amber had ever felt. Itzayana’s hand caressed her head, and her cooing moans brought a feeling of complete contentment to Amber.

After a few moments, Itzayana’s head rose, and their eyes met again. She smiled and curled her finger, summoning Amber to those precious pink lips. Amber complied, crawling seductively up her lover’s body. She resisted the urge to pleasure her big, beautiful breasts, focusing on her celestially soft lips.

When their lips met, Itzayana’s passion erupted yet again, as her tongue slipped in swirling through Amber’s mouth. As Itzayana moaned and kissed more intensely, Amber sensed her excitement from tasting her own cum in her new lover’s mouth. Amber whimpered and groaned along with her, amazed at Itzayana’s openness.

Then Itzayana rolled them over and nearly jumped into position straddling Amber’s pelvis like a rider on a horse. She smiled playfully, as her fingers caressed the skin of Amber’s belly.

“Now I want our clits to meet,” she said, matter-of-factly, before bringing her right leg back over Amber’s body.

She quickly grabbed Amber’s left leg behind the knee and pushed it high and wide, as she straddled Amber’s right thigh. Amber was confused as Itzayana placed Amber’s calf on her shoulder and shuffled her hips forward, coating Amber’s thigh with her wetness.

Before she knew it, Amber felt their pussies touch and she stared up at Itzayana in shock. Itzayana’s arm wrapped Amber’s thigh, holding her left leg high in the air. Itzayana smiled, wiggling her hips and pressing against Amber harder.

Itzayana watched Amber’s eyes widen as she began rolling her hips and rubbing their labia together. She heard Amber moan loudly.

“Oh my God, that feels so good, Itzayana,” Amber panted.

“I fuck you better than any man, angel,” replied Itzayana, confidently.

As her hips ground against Amber’s pelvis, Amber’s mouth opened, and she moaned in disbelief. And with each moan, Itzayana pressed harder and moved faster.

“Never felt anything, ah! Like! This!” moaned Amber.

Itzayana’s hips rolled so sexily, Amber was quickly on the edge. She watched those beautiful hips roll and grind against her pussy.

“Oh, yes, angel, I feel your clit, let’s make them kiss.”

“I feel it, oh, Itzayana!”

“You like me fucking you, angel?”

Amber could not believe she was coming already. The warm wetness sloshed between them as Itzayana’s hips moved in a blur, their clits thumping with each thrust.

“Oh yes! Fuck me, Itzayana! Coming! Ah!”

“Talk dirty, demon angel,” teased Itzayana.

“Oh fuck!” screamed Amber, as the orgasm took her again.

“Let me feel you come for me, Miss Amber,” grunted Itzayana.

Amber’s mouth locked open as she wailed in bliss and felt the gush of cum release against the sweet girl with the devil eyes.

As the orgasm passed, she looked at Itzayana, smiling down at her, hips still rolling slowly but firmly, as the wetness between them coated half of Amber’s thigh, right ass cheek, and had even flowed down her ass crack.

“Was I right, angel?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“So much better,” giggled Amber, as she looked at the joy in Itzayana’s smile.

“You wake things in me, Miss Amber.”

“You awoke things in me I never knew were there,” sighed Amber, feeling Itzayana’s pace increasing slowly.

“You make me hungry, Miss Amber.”

Amber watched the intensity grow in Itzayana’s eyes. “I think we can find some food somewhere, even at this hour,” teased Amber, with a naughty grin.

“Food is not what I hunger for, my angel. You owe me one,” said Itzayana, with her own devilish grin.

“You’re right!” said Amber, and she rolled Itzayana onto her back, nearly pinning her own leg, but managed to free it just in time. She quickly shuffled into the driver’s seat with Itzayana’s leg on her shoulder. She caressed the leg as she kissed her calf softly.

“This time, I drive!”

Itzayana was awash in butterflies as the hunter had then become the hunted. It was like a dream that Amber had taken to their relationship so comfortably. The dark-eyed beauty with the angel voice stared down at her, with joy on her face, and pressed her open flower against Itzayana.

Amber’s eyes closed as she breathed the scent of sex and felt the wet heat between them. Her hips rolled, pressing her clit into the silky warmth of Itzayana’s intimate parts. She kissed Itzayana’s calf and rubbed harder and faster with each pass.

“I feel your clit, Itzayana, please come for me. I want to please you so much,” she sighed.

“Oh yes, feels so good, my angel, right there. Oh yes, right there.”

“I feel it, oh God, I love this,” gasped Amber.

Her hips rocked faster and faster, and she could feel Itzayana’s clit stiffening in response.

“Fuck me, Miss Amber!” yelled Itzayana, staring at her with clenched teeth and intense eyes.

Amber groaned, feeling yet another climax build, but determined to make Itzayana come first.

“Are you gonna come for me, Itzayana?” she asked, with a new sense of power.

“Oh God, yes! Oh God, yes! Oh God, yes! Oh God, yes!”

Amber pounded their pussies together, as Itzayana sang out in a high-pitched urgent cry of ecstasy, shuddering in the throes of an intense orgasm at the hands of her conquest.

“Oh fuck, coming!” screamed Amber, flailing her hips at a blurring speed.

Amber’s thighs, ass, and muff were soaked as they came together in a gushing flow of intermingled cum.

Finally, she collapsed down on Itzayana, feeling her full breasts smashed between them, as she kissed her deeply. When she broke the kiss, she exhaled heavily.

“Damn, Itzayana I’ve never come so hard in my life. You are amazing.”

Itzayana looked back at her, and smiled, “That is you, my angel.”

They kissed some more, and Amber rolled off. “It’s a little chilly from the AC, can we get under the covers?”

“You want me to stay?” asked Itzayana, as if that would be a surprise.

“I think you know the answer is not just yes, but hell yes!”

They snuggled together and in no time, both drifted off to sleep and did not stir until late the next morning.

The others had all returned to their rooms and gone to sleep as they had stated. Mark and Brittney were exhausted and satisfied from the night before. Debbie was relieved to not have to face Susan and Lisa. Though they were both beautiful and would give the straightest of women pause to think, there was something a little scary about Susan. Her confidence was off the scales, and her size and stunning ebony beauty was intimidating. She had gotten so close to Debbie when ‘helping with the sunscreen’, that she could almost taste her breath. It was minty fresh, and her perfume distinctive, and for a moment, she thought Susan might kiss her on the spot.

In all honesty, at that moment, she might have allowed her. Susan’s lips were full and kissable, and curiosity had her wondering just how soft they would feel. Throw in the foot treatment Lisa was delivering, and her defenses had been lowered. Thankfully, it didn’t happen, but Debbie knew it would be best to distance herself and avoid any confusing signals she may have been accidentally putting out.

As she lay in bed, she recalled the foot rub, or should she call it a foot rub off. Lisa did not try to hide the fact she was rubbing herself against Debbie’s heel for all to see, as she rubbed her feet, supposedly ‘helping with the sunscreen’.

Having her feet rubbed had always been a weakness of Debbie; it really was true her last boyfriend stayed in the picture longer than she should have allowed, given the other baggage he carried. But he would rub her feet every night; of course, expecting a reward, and his rubs usually led to reward, that’s for sure.

She was also a bit upset with her sister-in-law, Brittney, for instigating them. She seemed to be taking the ‘what happens on the cruise ship stays on the cruise ship’ joke, literally. Debbie thought Brittney and her new gal pal Brenda might make out at any moment. It was so blatant, she contemplated talking to Mark about it.

As she tried to sleep, she should have been basking in the fact the show went so well, but instead, her thoughts drifted back to the morning. The feel of their hands on her body, the flirting she had done with them, and of course, the foot rub and the moist heat of Lisa’s pussy on her heel, kept repeating in her mind. After a while, she could feel a warm, aching between her legs. Each time she tried to think of something else, those thoughts soon returned.

She even wished, at one point, that she’d brought her vibrator to attend to the ache. But she could never allow herself to do that. That would be worse than kissing her, she thought, ‘might as well go full-on lesbo.’

She got up and poured a glass of wine and downed it slowly. Then a second, causing her cheeks to flush. As she mellowed a bit, still letting those thoughts creep in, she felt the wetness in her panties. “Fuck it,” she said, “I need to sleep.”

She stripped naked, crawled under the covers, and let her fingers slip between her pussy lips. She wet them and began to rub her clit as she was imaging the morning playing all the way out. Lisa was freely and wildly rubbing her spread pussy on Debbie’s foot, while Susan kissed her long and hard, sliding her minty-fresh tongue into Debbie’s mouth. Part of her knew that if she asked them to do what she was fantasizing about, it would have happened, and that pushed her to a powerful orgasm, which finally let her sleep after a long, stressful day.

When she awoke around nine in the morning, she felt a sense of shame as her pussy was crusted shut with dried cum. She showered and resided with the fact that the stress and excitement of their first big show of the trip had somehow affected her judgement, and she would not let anything like that happen again.

She dressed in the less revealing, ruched blue bikini with ruffled trim. She would hook up with the band and encourage them to go to another spot on the ship to avoid the sorority mob.

Unfortunately, the text service on the ship was terrible so she had to meet them on deck. When she got there, she saw Mark and Brittney already settled on lounge chairs. They waved her over and to her surprise, there was Brittney putting sunscreen on Brenda, and Mark talking to a guy he had met in the piano bar, who was a fellow guitar player.

Next to them was Susan, then Lisa, and on the end was Lila McCann’s violin player, Stephanie, in a neon yellow bikini that contrasted greatly with her tatted arm and tummy. Amber was nowhere to be seen, but she was relieved to have Stephanie as a buffer between herself and her two aggressive groupies. So she reluctantly took a seat on a lounge chair with the group.

Almost immediately, Stephanie spoke up, “Not to sound like a broken record, but you guys were great last night. I think you are really gonna go places.”

“Thank you so much, Stephanie. It was a joy to watch you perform as well. You are amazing.”

Debbie had met her at rehearsals and had talked to her for almost half an hour. She was a thirty-five-year-old married mother of two. Her family could not make the trip, and she joked about baching it

As Debbie spread a towel over the lounge chair, Susan eyed her ass. “If I did’t tell you before, I really like that bikini, honey. It looks like a silky blue heart on that plump little ass of yours.”

Lisa chimed in as well, “I agree, it’s so cute and highlights your body beautifully. That is a memorable shade of blue. The heart shape is just precious– the ass of love.”

Debbie sat down, trying not to encourage them, but felt a strange tingle when she made eye contact with Susan and saw her glossy lips glowing in the sun.

Susan sensed it and pushed her further. “We missed you last night, Debbie, we had a great time, didn’t we, girls?”

Stephanie and Lisa answered in unison, “Yes, Miss Susan.”

“We could have used a fourth,” Susan added. “Right, girls?”

“Yes, Miss Susan,” they answered again.

“I would like the foot treatment this morning, Lisa,” said Susan, with authority.

“Thank you. Yes, Miss Susan,” replied Lisa, as she took the position she had taken with Debbie the day before, sitting at the foot of the lounge, knees straddling the chair, forcing her legs wide apart.

Debbie looked at Lisa’s white bikini stretched against her crotch, with a hint of a camel toe, and tried not to think about the feel of her warm softness against her foot the day before. Lisa smiled at Debbie seductively, as Susan closed her eyes and moaned softly.

“You really started something yesterday, Debbie. I’m glad you asked her to do it, and seeing how much you enjoyed it, I just had to try,” said Susan. “And you love doing it, don’t you, Lisa?”

“Yes, Miss Susan, very much.”

Debbie tried to change the subject and engage Brittney and Mark, but when she looked that way, she saw Mark and the guitar player getting up to leave. “See you guys at rehearsal,” said Mark. “Allen and I are gonna play a couple tunes”

She thought about following, but caught a glimpse of Brittney, as she was saying goodbye to Mark. Debbie was, once again, dumfounded, as she saw Brittney straddling her new friend Brenda’s ass, rubbing lotion into her lower back.

“Damn, that’s good, I’ll give you an hour and a half to cut that out,” Susan sighed, and grinned at Debbie. “I just love that comment, Debbie. I hope you don’t mind me using it.”

Debbie didn’t reply, as she was growing more uncomfortable seeing Susan’s heel pressed firmly against Lisa’s crotch, as Lisa rubbed the ball of the Black woman’s foot.

“Lisa and I trained Stephanie last night, in the techniques you taught Lisa, and a few more…”

Debbie’s mind could barely follow the conversation, as she processed what she was hearing. She never asked Lisa for a foot rub. Lisa had just done it on her own. And Debbie clearly never taught her any ‘techniques’, yet they were making it seem like she had made it all happen.

“Stephanie would really like to show you her progress, wouldn’t you, Stephanie?”

“Yes, Miss Susan, please,” replied Stephanie, eagerly.

“Go ahead, Stephanie. Debbie will love it, I’m sure,” said Susan, with a confident smile.

“Careful, she may want to marry you afterwards. She nearly married Brian just for the foot rubs,” teased Brittney. “And she was downright orgasmic yesterday,” she giggled.

Debbie wanted to bite back, but it was like a bad dream she couldn’t wake up from. She wanted to avoid all of this and suddenly Lila McCann’s violinist was assuming the spread-legged position on the end of her lounge chair, and cradling Debbie’s foot.

“I don’t think this a good–” Her words cut short, as Stephanie’s thumbs pushed firmly into the ball of her foot, while her warm, moist pussy pressed against Debbie’s heel through the thin fabric of the neon bikini.

Debbie was stunned into silence. She didn’t want to offend Lila McCann’s band member. Besides, Stephanie was married and straight. Despite the awkwardness, it did feel good, and a grunting moan escaped, “Mmm.”

“Found the sweet spot, Stephanie?” teased Brittney. “I think you’re officially engaged. What happens on the cruise ship…”

Debbie was furious with Brittney, whose hands were slipping under Brenda’s bikini bottom, apparently applying sunscreen to her ass with a big smile. ‘WTF is going on?’ thought Debbie, not even wanting to use the F-word in her own mind.

She looked at Stephanie, with her short black hair and purple tips, smiling at Debbie as she kneaded her foot and subtly gyrated her pussy against her heel. Her brown eyes smiled at her as she did it.

“Does this feel good, Miss Debbie?” asked Stephanie, with a blatantly seductive tone.

“Yes, thank you, Stephanie, it does,” she replied softly, not wanting to offend her, or possibly Lila McCann.

“I get it, Debbie, this feels amazing. The girls have agreed to do this for us every morning, or more, if you want. Right, girls?”

“Yes, Miss Susan,” they said, in unison.

Stephanie’s smile was downright devious, as her eyes looked like she wanted to devour Debbie. Stephanie’s right arm and shoulder were covered with tats in a patterned design, almost like a long-sleeved shirt, and her torso was covered in a music-themed array of notes, lyrics, a piano, and a keyboard. She was in great shape and Debbie was feeling that stirring tingle in her loins again.

“We’ll want the full treatment today,” said Susan, casually.

“Yes, Miss Susan, thank you,” they replied.

Debbie froze, as Stephanie raised Debbie’s foot toward her opening mouth. She couldn’t believe this was happening. A quick glance to her right, and there was Lisa taking Susan’s ebony foot to her mouth.

Debbie’s shocked expression brightened Stephanie’s face, as she stared into Debbie’s eyes and her tongue extended and began to swirl around her big toe. Debbie gasped and the voice in her head yelled, ‘Stop this, Debbie. There are people everywhere, and this is just plain twisted.’

But she couldn’t get her mouth to work– it was a mixture of shock, celebrity admiration, and pleasure that formed a paralyzing potion that kept her quiet. Her eyes rolled toward Susan, who was just laid back, eyes closed, moaning gently, seeming completely contented. Lisa looked just as contented probing between her Black partner’s toes with her tongue.

Debbie’s gaze returned to Stephanie, whose thumbs were then moving to Debbie’s heel, and her tongue swirled around each individual toe, sprinkling in feather-light kisses as she went. Debbie’s eyes closed briefly, at the amazing feeling that flowed from her feet to her nipples with each lap of her warm tongue.

Next, both girls licked the soles of their ‘clients’ feet, from heel to toe, for several firm, slow licks.

“Damn girl, I feel that in my clit,” said Susan, looking at Lisa.

Debbie gasped, involuntarily, accidentally signaling her agreement. She definitely felt it as her pussy heated, and a wave of warm wetness flushed her labia.

“Damn, Debbie. I am so proud of you,” said Brittney.

Then Brenda asked Brittney to come with her to her cabin. “I want to show you the outfit I bought for tonight, if it all works out.”

“Sure. See you, Dee. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t…”

All of the banter about the cruise ship being like Vegas– teasing one another about nothing being off-limits, and the subsequent flirting with her new acquaintances– all came together in Debbie’s mind, as she sat powerless to stop the married mother of two, from sucking her toes in public.

Powerless was probably not the right word; a part of her didn’t want to stop her.

She let her continue, thoroughly massaging, kissing and licking both feet, and ultimately, settling with both heels pressed into Stephanie’s spread pussy. Stephanie’s hips rolled slowly, brushing herself against Debbie’s feet.

Debbie’s mind raced, as she wondered how it would feel if that bikini bottom was off. Her pussy throbbed, and she could feel herself oozing, when she realized she was exactly where she knew she shouldn’t be. Alone with Susan and her minions, which then also included Stephanie.

Her heart pounded, as it hit home– she was not only encouraging them, but actively participating with them. She took a deep breath and politely thanked Stephanie for a great foot rub.

Then she pulled her feet back and spoke as calmly as she could. “I just remembered I have to get some things together before rehearsal today. Thanks again so much, Stephanie, see you at rehearsal.”

She scurried off and up the steps to the next deck. When she was out of sight, she stopped and leaned her ass against the railing, gripping it firmly on either side of her hips to steady herself. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly in and out.

She was telling herself, ‘Keep control, and this time, really stay away from them, and remember who you are.’ She whispered to herself, slowly repeating, “Keep control and remember who you are.”

As she began to calm herself, her moment of serenity was shattered by a familiar voice.

“The crazy things we tell ourselves to suppress what we really need…”

Debbie’s eyes opened and there stood Susan, eyes locked.

“This cruise is the chance of a lifetime. Why are you telling yourself to stay in the bubble of who you were told to be growing up. You are a sexy, grown woman with the chance to drop the façade and really experience living free for the first time.” Susan had stepped closer, placing her gloss full lips only inches away.

“I want you as one of my girls. It’s clear what you really want and there are only nine or ten days left. The excitement you just felt with Stephanie is just the tip of the iceberg. Come to cabin six-twelve in one hour and start living, Debbie. I can have Susan and Stephanie there if you want the full experience.”

Debbie trembled as the thought of kissing those lips sent butterflies through her tummy.

“You look so hot, shaking with desire for me, Debbie…”

“I’m sorry, Susan, but you are mistaken. I am not gay. I did not want to be rude to Stephanie. She’s Lila McCann’s band member and I couldn’t risk offending Lila.”

The Black woman just looked at her, smiling arrogantly. Then she licked her lips and waited.

Debbie needed to fill the silence. “I know I flirted with you and Lisa and that was wrong leading you on. It’s obvious you have some kind of control over Lisa and Stephanie. But I am not gay, so please let me go do what I need to do, and I won’t encourage any of this. I am flattered you’re attracted to me, but nothing can happen. Okay?”

“Debbie, honey, you can’t masturbate this away, trust me. Our time together is short, so stop the charade and come to my cabin– one hour– and let’s make the most of our time together.”

“I told you I’m not gay–“

“Lose the labels, Debbie, your pretty blue ruffled panties have a yummy little dark spot the world can see right now. If you are a good girl, I’ll be tasting that soon enough, but it’s time to start letting go and get what you need, while we’re here together. In nine days, you can go back to the life you’ve been told to have, but here and now, you can really live.”

Debbie fought with all her will not to look down at the wet spot. She knew it was true but didn’t want to believe it. Susan’s arrogance was brutal. She couldn’t believe she referred to Debbie’s bathing suit as panties. She tried to look her in the eyes and exhibit strength, but she folded in seconds, looking away. And she tried to speak, but it came out little more than mumbling.

“I told you, I’m not gay. Now I need to go, please.”

“I’m not stopping you, but your panties are wet, Debbie. You’re shaking like a leaf, Debbie. You can’t look at me without averting your eyes, Debbie. You know it, I know it and after your encounter with Stephanie, we all know it. So kiss me now and come to my cabin later.”

Debbie swallowed hard and looked at her.

“Whatever hold you have on them, does not work on me. I’m not gay and–“

“Fine, prove it, Debbie. Kiss me. If you walk away, I will not pursue you again. But you know I already have you. I think you already know I can bring you pleasure beyond your imagination. Stephanie knew it immediately and plans to make the most of her time. So just one kiss; if you walk away, I will not pursue. If you show up at my cabin, we will begin your training and the road to unbridled pleasure.” Susan leaned in dangerously close. “Just one kiss. Prove me wrong, Debbie.”

“Fine,” the conservative, dark-haired mandolin player barked in frustration. She pushed her lips forward to meet the big-breasted ebony beauty.

And as they touched, Susan pulled back just an inch, smiled, and whispered, “Good girl.”

Then she waited for Debbie, who pushed forward until their lips met. When Susan leaned in, Debbie felt a warm, consuming rush go through her body that caused her to whimper along with Susan.

As Susan’s tongue slipped between Debbie’s lips, she let her in and pushed her own tongue into her tormentor’s mouth. Those lips were soft and warm, as Debbie had imagined. Both women whimpered and moaned, as mouths opened and tongues twisted, undulating together in a rhythmic dance. Their breathing intensified and passions built, when suddenly Debbie pulled back in a last act of defiance.

“Nothing! I told you, Miss Susan. I am not gay; I am not one of your ‘girls’. I’m sorry I led you on. It won’t happen again.”

Debbie stepped aside and started to walk away.

“You are so cute. Even in your denial, you used the proper means to address me in public. Thank you for calling me Miss Susan, you will refer to me as Miss Susan from now on. I will teach you how to address me in private when you come by.

“See you in one hour, don’t be late. Wear your bikini, and don’t clean it. When you give me your panties, I want to smell you and taste you on them. Knock three times and I will let you in. Your training will begin immediately, and I promise these will be the most pleasurable days of your life, if you obey. By the way, you may not masturbate without my permission and for the rest of the cruise, I will tell you when you may come and who you may come with.”

“You’re crazy, goodbye, Susan!” barked Debbie, as she started walking away.

“Stop, Debbie,” said Susan, firmly.

Unsure why, Debbie complied, but did not look back at her.

“It’s unfortunate that you have already disobeyed. Now, you will have to learn about punishment first, I’m afraid. But if you stop, come back here right now and beg my forgiveness, I will give you a pass. Normally, I am not under a time crunch and can develop my girls slowly. This gives you the chance to learn the bliss of compliance, rather than the sting of defiance.”

“Goodbye, Susan,” said Debbie, defiantly.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I followed you to bring you this.” Susan held up Debbie’s beach bag, smiling.

Debbie sulked back toward her and Susan pulled it tightly to her chest, clutching the handles. When Debbie reached for the handles, her trembling fingers brushed Susan’s breasts. Debbie’s lips parted and she struggled to breathe. Susan’s skin was like ebony satin, and when their eyes met, Debbie let out several lip-shuddering puffs and her eyes grew desperate.

“Thank you, Sa– ah, Miss Susan,” said Debbie, meekly.

“You are so welcome and such a good girl,” said Susan, leaning in and teasing a kiss.

Debbie’s head darted as if moving in to meet her when Susan backed off and released the handles of the bag to Debbie. The sudden weight of the bag seemed to snap her out of a trance-like state.

And without thinking she said it again, “Thank you, Miss Susan. I really need to get some things done.”

She broke the gaze and turned away. As she walked away, she was terrified of how her bikini bottoms looked, and held the bag in front to block it, but she could feel a droplet tickling down her inner thigh.

“See you in one hour, my pet,” said Susan.

Debbie did not answer, but her head did a little bob that could have been taken as a nod. She looked at her phone, noting the time, and could feel Susan’s eyes on her.

“Thanks for wearing my favorite bikini and showing off your ‘ass of love’.”

Debbie did not respond, but kept her focus on one step at a time, to walk away from the beautiful Black temptress.

‘Get control, Debbie,’ she told herself, as she repeated, “Keep control and remember who you are.”

To be continued.

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For some people the shadows come alive on Halloween.

Lisa arrived home to her brother and dad both fucking her mom. Her parents make a proposal that they all become free use. She lets her dad fuck her for the first time and vows it won’t be the last. Her brother and her dad both promise to give her a baby. Debra, one of the new recruits, has her tryout with Uncle Dave and Nicole. They both thoroughly enjoy her willingness to show off her skills. She makes the roster easily.

Lisa Gets a Surprise

Lisa came into the house and hollered, “Robert!! I’m home, Sweetheart! Did you miss me?” She waited for an answer, but there wasn’t one. She approached the stairs leading up to the bedrooms, and noticed that her parent’s door was closed.

‘Odd. They are supposed to be at the lake house till tomorrow. That’s weird,’ she thought to herself as she went up the stairs.

“Robert? Robert? You home? Hey! I’ve missed you! Knock it off. I want you!” she said loudly, climbing up the remaining stairs with a bewildered look on her face.

She looked into her brother’s room and saw that it was empty. But she then heard muffled sounds coming from her parents’ room.

It was difficult to make out what was being said, so she moved in closer to the door, pressing her ear against it to see if she could hear anything. Lisa was still baffled as to where her brother was, considering when she had texted him earlier this morning he seemed extremely eager to spend the afternoon with her all alone when she arrived back home.

She leaned in against the door, being careful not to disturb or make any sounds. She thought maybe that her parents had gotten back early from the lake house and decided to have a little bit of fun. What she heard created total surprise.

“Ummm, yeah, just like that. Ooohhhhh, feels so good! Yeah, baby! Keep going! Ummmm!”

It was her mom’s voice, but those first exclamations weren’t the ones that gave her such a shock. She had often heard her parents fucking on many a night, and her mom was pretty vocal during sex. It was the next set of words that sent Lisa into total shock.

“Ohhhh, Robert! Yeah, baby! Fuck mommy! Oh god! Mommy wants your cock so bad, baby! Fuck that Mommy pussy!” she heard her mom saying. It got even more shocking!

“Yeah, baby! Fuck your son, Sweetie! That’s it! Good job, son! Give it to your mom hard! Like I just did! Give her Mommy cunt another load of jizz!”

Lisa’s dad and her brother were both fucking her mom!!

Her mind raced. ‘What it the actual fuck!! That fucking bastard! And Dad!!! Encouraging him to fuck Mom! And to fuck her immediately after he just finished banging her! What the fuck!!!” Lisa was pissed. Then she gathered her wits about her, and decided that if her parents were ok with her brother getting involved, they surely would be ok if she did as well.

She opened the door and stood there, smiling. Robert froze, his hard dick still inside his mom’s soaking wet pussy, her legs high up in the air. Her dad had his hand on his cock, positioned over her mom’s face. He had been stroking while Robert was fucking her.

“Well, what a nice little welcome home present!” Lisa said, a tone of sarcasm and mild frustration in her voice. “Robert, do Mom and Dad know about OUR little exploits together, and that you have been trying to get me pregnant as well?”

Her dad got up, and walked over to her, and for the first time ever, Lisa had a look at her father’s cock. It was definitely a genetic gift that her brother had inherited, and she immediately began to feel a bit of wetness forming between her legs as she stared at his long, enormous shaft.

‘God, no wonder Mom loves sex so much! Daddy is huge! And Robert is definitely his father’s son, no question about that!’ she said to herself.

Her dad gave her a hug, and then kissed her, but this time on the lips. She noticed that his dick began to stiffen as he kissed her.

“Sweetie, your mother and I were really wanting to wait till you got home from the tournament to start things with both of you. But, well, your mom and Robert started gently playing around last night, and she got a little bit carried away with things, and I just figured it would be kind of fun to have your brother tag team your mom with me, sort of an ice breaker.”

Her mom then said, “Honey, we love both of you very much. Please don’t be mad at your brother. It was our idea, and we had discussed it while you were gone. We really want both of you to be a part of things with us. Your dad has been wanting to fuck you since your 18th birthday. And yes, we know about you and your brother. He told us. We are both extremely happy for you!”

Lisa looked at her dad, then at her mom, then at Robert. She was really beginning to get wet in her crotch, and hearing her mom so casually explain things just made her even wetter.

“So you and Daddy are fine with Robert and I continuing to screw each other, and me getting pregnant?” she asked, mainly for confirmation of her own understanding of things that had just transpired.

“Yes, Sweetie. In fact, both your brother and I want to be the father of your child. And your mom will help raise the baby so both of you can finish your education. We want both of you to be free use from now on, and your mother and I are also going to be free use for each of you. You are so beautiful, honey. You have your mom’s looks,” her dad said.

“And Robert absolutely has your cock,” Lisa said, smiling. “I hope it feels as good inside of me as his does, Daddy! I can’t wait. My pussy is getting wet looking at your dick, and from everything that I’m hearing. Robert, is Mom’s pussy nice?”

Robert looked at his sister, and told her, “Lisa, honey. You, without question inherited Mom’s cunt genetics. Both of you are so fucking tight and soft! Mom, how is it that you are still so tight at 38 years old after two kids, and all the fucking that you and Dad do?”

“Honey, that’s easy to answer. It’s true what everyone says about Asian pussy. It’s some of the tightest, smoothest pussy you will ever fuck. And Mommy loves to fuck!”

Lisa then looked at both of her parents, and her brother, and said, “Well, since we are now being fully honest about our sexual desires, I want to let you know that I let Nicole’s uncle fuck me this weekend, and yes, he came inside me. I told him to. I was so fucking horny for cock inside my cunt. I tried to wait until this afternoon so Robert could fuck me hard, but I had to have a dick in me. And I trust Uncle Dave completely.”

Robert got off the bed and came over to his sister, and put his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

“Sweetheart, that’s so great! It’s ok. I know you want to get pregnant, and hopefully either me or Dad are the ones to get it done to you, but Uncle Dave is a great guy. And yes, he adores you just as if you were his biological niece. You’re still my girl, and always will be. We will have a baby together, I promise you.”

Lisa smiled and gazed at him, saying, “Really, Robert? You’ll still give me a baby even if the first one is Uncle Dave’s, or Daddy’s? Really? I’d love that, honey!”

Robert hugged her again and said, “Of course, Sweetheart. We’ll spend the rest of our lives together as sibling-spouses. Who knows? Maybe you’ll have three kids, one from each of us!”

“I would really love that to happen! That would be the perfect thing! I have Uncle Dave’s baby, your baby, and Daddy’s baby! Mom, are you ok with helping us raise three kids if it happens?” Lisa asked.

Her mom gave a giant smile and said, “Of course, honey! And Uncle Dave can fuck me anytime he wants, right dear?” She looked at her husband.

“Oh, for sure. He can join in anytime. And you do have three holes, honey. Maybe one night we can use all of them?”

Her mom told him, “I would certainly hope so! Now, Lisa, who do you want to give you a ‘welcome home’ fucking? Your brother, or your Daddy?”

“Daddy!” Lisa said enthusiastically. “Robert, you and I can sleep together tonight. Go ahead and enjoy Mom’s pussy. Daddy, fuck your little girl. Fuck a baby into me!”

She grabbed her father’s hand and they scampered down the hallway to her bedroom. She closed the door behind them and put her arms around her father’s neck, locking lips with him, and probing her tongue deep into his mouth for several minutes.

His cock was now at full staff, all eight inches of it. She reached down and grabbed it with her hand, caressing it and stroking it gently. She was enjoying this incestuous make session, and couldn’t wait to have her father’s cock buried deep into her daughter pussy, finally.

She took off her top, and her shorts, which were now clearly exhibiting a nice wet spot in the crotch area. Her pussy lips were dripping with her juices already as her father put his index finger onto his little girl’s nether region.

“Ummmm! My little girl is so wet! You’ve been wanting Daddy to do this since you saw us when you walked in, Sweetie. Your soaking wet girl cunt gives you away!” he said as he began to finger fuck her.

She said, “Daddy! Put two fingers in me. And massage my clitty before we fuck. I want to be super horny when you put that cock of yours inside me.”

He then inserted his middle finger into her fuck tunnel as well, and began to rub her bean with the palm of his hand in the process. They continued to tongue fuck each other’s mouth, and Lisa started to stroke his cock a bit more intensely, completely enraptured at the fact that both her father and her brother had similar, enormous fuck sticks. She couldn’t wait to feel her dad’s inside her.

She began to tremble and shake, her legs starting to buckle as her dad continued his one-handed assault on her cunt. Her orgasm began to build and then it hit her in several waves.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!! DAAAAAADDDDDDDDYYYYYYYY! OOOHHHHHHHHHH! Don’t stop yet! UMMMMMMMMMMM!!! OHHHHHH GODDDD!! FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!” she screamed as her orgasm continued to flow over her. Lisa’s cunt began to squirt pussy nectar, coating her dad’s hand and a steady stream began to drop onto the carpet between her legs.

When she finished squirting, she said, “Daddy! Fuck me! Put every inch of that stick into my little girl pussy!! Give your daughter a Daddy fuck!!”

She laid down, spread her legs, showing off her drenched twat that was glistening with her pussy juice. Her dad mounted his baby girl and began to drive eight inches of father cock into her awaiting love tunnel.

“Ohhhhh Goddddd!!!! It’s fucking huge, Daddy!!!! Keep going!! Give me all of it!!” she cried.

He continued to stick his cock deeper and deeper into Lisa’s pussy, and eventually had her filled with the entire length of his shaft. He began to thrust in and out of her, hugging her tightly as he made love to his daughter.

She held him close to her, wrapping her arms around him in a loving daughter embrace, not letting him go. She looked deep into his eyes with incestuous lust, giving him the ok to continue fucking her steadily and harder.

After a few minutes of daughter pussy bliss, her dad began to thrust harder and with more vigor, Lisa knowing that the impending cum eruption was getting closer and closer. She encouraged her dad.

“Yeah, Daddy! Put a baby in me! Just like you did with Mommy when I was born! Give your daughter a daughter! Do it, Daddy! Make your little girl a Mommy!!” she said with every bit of sexy, vulgar tone she had in her.

“UMMMMPPPPHHHHH!! UMMMMPPPHHHHH!! BAAAABBYYYYYY!!! UNNGGGHHHHHHH!! Daddy loves you so much, Sweetie!!! UMMMMMPPPHHHHHHHH!!”

Lisa could feel his load coating her pussy walls. He was so huge that his cock was hitting her cervix with every thrust. She knew that with her cervix being hit like that, her dad’s spunk was sure to find it’s way to an egg if Uncle Dave’s swimmers hadn’t already found one.

As he finished fucking his daughter, hopeful that he had impregnated her with his seed, he kissed her passionately for several minutes. He looked at her, caressed her cheek softly and said, “Sweetie, that was absolutely amazing! I love you very much, honey!”

“Thanks, Daddy!! That was fucking amazing! I love you very much, too! Thanks for wanting me to be yours and Robert’s little fuck bunny slut. I can’t wait for us to have family night fun from now on!” she said happily.

Her dad said, “Honey, we are going to have lots of family night fun. And don’t worry, you can still let Uncle Dave fuck you on tournament weekends. All of you girls adore him and that’s great, Sweetie!”

“Daddy, is it ok if the other daddies share me too? Uncle Dave said that one of the things he wants to do is get the daddies more involved with us, as a way to build our success and brand. Is it ok for them to have me?”

Her father kissed her again, and said, “Sweetie, the fact that other daddies want and desire you is absolutely fantastic. You are willing to share Robert with some of the other girls?”

Lisa giggled and said, “Daddy……I’ve already shared him with Nicole, Monica, Abby, and Chloe.” She kissed him. “So, yeah, now you know, silly. I love you!!”

They got dressed and went downstairs. Robert and their mom were already sitting in the couch in a post-sex cuddle.

“Well, how was it, Sweetie?” Robert asked Lisa as she came into the living room.

“Let’s just say that I have the best Daddy ever!! And the best brother!!” she said excitedly. “And what about you, handsome?”

“I have the best sister in the world, and Mom is the greatest!” Robert then French kissed his mother, who squeezed his cock gently.

“Ummmm! Let’s go out to dinner somewhere so Mom doesn’t have to cook. I bet she’s a little tired after fucking you and Daddy both! When we get back tonight, I want you to fuck your little sister’s brains out!” Lisa said, laughing.

Her mom said, “Great idea, honey. Yes, Mommy does need a bit of a break. And your dad does too. Let’s go get pizza.”

They all left, Robert hugging his mom, and Lisa with her arms around her dad. She thought to herself, ‘Damn. That went better than even I could have planned.’

******

Lisa Tells Nicole About the New Family Arrangement

Ping. Lisa, ‘Holy shit!! Daddy fucked me so good this afternoon!! I caught Robert and Dad both fucking Mom! Mom said they wanted all of us to start fucking each other. So I didn’t even have to try and plan for Robert and I to get caught!’

Ping. Nicole, ‘Damn! Weren’t you pissed that he was fucking your mom?’

Ping. Lisa, ‘I was at first. But when Mom started to explain things, and I got my first look at Daddy’s cock, knowing that it was going to be ok to have him fuck me, yeah. God, he’s huge!’

Ping. Nicole, ‘Wow! So Robert comes by his naturally then. Did you tell them that Uncle Dave fucked you and you let him cum inside you? How’s that going to work?’

Ping. Lisa, ‘Robert and Daddy were fine with it. Mom was too. Daddy said he wants to put a baby in me as well. Robert said if this one wasn’t his, then he would give me one whenever I was ready. We are going to be sibling-spouses. Daddy said he would give me one too if this one was Uncle Dave’s.’

Ping. Nicole, ‘Holy fuck! So you might end up with three kids! Definitely two if this one isn’t Uncle Dave’s. That is so awesome that both of them want to knock you up.’

Ping. Lisa, ‘Yeah, and Daddy said I could be shared with the other daddies once Uncle Dave gets his program established. I told him I was already sharing Robert with some of you, and I would share him with the other girls that wanted to.’

Ping. Nicole, ‘Nice. I’m setting up ‘tryouts’ for the three new girls this week with Uncle Dave. All three of them are fucking hot as fuck! That means their daddies are smoking hot too! Ugly daddies don’t make hot girl babies!’

Ping. Lisa, ‘For sure. We definitely don’t have any ugly sluts on our team! All of us are drop dead fucking gorgeous!’

Ping. Nicole, ‘I know. That’s probably the main reason all of us are getting fucked by our dads, uncles, and brothers. Hot girls are extremely fuckable, and our male family members know that! God, it’s so awesome!’

Ping. Lisa, ‘Yes it is! See you at practice this week. Love you! And your luscious pussy!’

Ping. Nicole, ‘Love you! And your gorgeous, hopefully pregnant cunt! We gotta find time to fuck each other this week. I bought a brand new vibrator and can’t wait to use it on you! Good night!’

They both signed of, each of them thinking about the other’s cunt. Lisa went to Robert’s room and crawled into bed with him. Her pussy was wet from anticipating a lesbian fuck session with her best friend later on in the week.

“Hey Baby! Fuck your baby sister before we go to sleep. I missed your cock so much!”

He rolled over and told her, “I missed your pussy, Sweetheart. Spread your legs. Time for me to get my turn with that beautiful cunt of yours. Hope you aren’t sore from Dad pounding it. You will be when I’m done with it.”

She spread her legs open, he mounted his sister, and began to fuck her hard and fast.

Lisa said, “Fuck me hard! Make my pussy so sore I can’t walk tomorrow at practice. Fuck my brains out, big brother!”

They continued to fuck for about half an hour, Robert able to maintain his stamina due to shooting a full load into his mom that afternoon. Lisa savored every moment of his cock inside her, knowing that she was extremely fertile and someone’s sperm was going to hit the mark.

She was secretly hoping it would be Uncle Dave’s, since that meant that she would get be impregnated at least once more. She wanted her dad to get her next, so that all three of the favorite men in her life could knock her up.

Robert finally shot his load up her pussy, and she moaned with pleasure as it flowed into her. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

*******

Debra’s Tryout

Monday morning, Nicole woke up early, gave me a sloppy kiss, and told me she was going to set up the tryouts for the new girls. She asked me what nights were good this week.

“How about tomorrow night, Wednesday night, and Thursday night, Princess? That way we keep Friday night open for us. We play a home match Saturday afternoon, so we can make Friday a late one together,” I told her.

“Can I bring over a couple of the girls Friday night to join in?” she asked.

“Princess, do you ever get told ‘No’?”

“I know, Uncle Dave, but you know I’ve never abused that, and I’m not going to start now just because I’m now your niece-wife. But thanks!!” she said happily.

She texted all three of the girls in a group text.

Ping. ‘Hey ladies. This is Nicole. Uncle Dave wants each of you to tryout this week. One each night. Tomorrow night, Wednesday night, and Thursday night. Does that work for all of you?”

Ping. All of them sent a thumbs up emoji.

Nicole texted back, ‘Great. So here are the details. First off, tell your dads that it is an ‘interview’ just so they don’t get suspicious. I know all of you said your dads are cool with everything but ‘interview’ sounds better.

‘Plan out about two hours or so. It will just be one of you, Uncle Dave, and me. Dress like you would for a real interview, only a bit more provocative, like if you were planning to date the boss after it was over. Short skirt, the shorter the better, no panties, tight low cut blouse, preferably see through, no bra. Toes freshly polished, sheer pink or chrome pink are Uncle Dave’s favorites, French manicure or medium length nails polished sheer and shiny, open toed heels. Lashes, lip gloss, and a bit of makeup. Everything else will be provided, including dinner. That’s why you want to allow two hours. Any questions?’

Debra said, ‘Bald, or landing strip?’

Nicole said, ‘Bald and smooth. If you need to get your nails and toes done, and your pussy waxed, bring Uncle Dave the receipt. He will pay for all of it.’

Gina said, ‘Do I need to bring any lube?’

Nicole, ‘Only if you have a preferred one. Uncle Dave and I use Vaseline but bring one you like.’

Wendy, ‘Do we to have an interview with you as well?’

Nicole, ‘That may very well happen with one, both, or all three of you. Depending upon the way things are going. But we will all definitely get a chance to enjoy each other once you are on the roster. This is just a formality to keep things legit.’

Debra, ‘Tuesday for me.’

Gina, ‘Thursday for me.’

Wendy, ‘Wednesday for me. We are so excited!! Our daddies will be so happy we are joining a new team that understands how things are.’

Nicole, ‘Awesome! Can’t wait to see (and taste) each of you!’

The three girls then group texted each other.

Debra, ‘OMG!! We are so going to love this new team! I know we will. No more hiding our daddy love anymore! And we get to let our daddies stay with us on tournament trips from now on!’

Wendy, ‘I know! And apparently all the girls get to have sex with Uncle Dave as well! That is so fucking hot! I can’t wait to be an adopted niece and have an uncle fuck me! God, that must be so awesome!’

Gina, ‘And we get to let other daddies fuck us too! And our daddies can fuck some of the other girls from now on as well. We won’t have to pretend we are just like the other girls like we’ve had to do on our current team. If only those girls knew what they were missing out on! One good Daddy fuck would change their minds!’

Debra, ‘Yeah, I know, right? But they’re too wrapped up in their boyfriends to know what they are missing. And I bet most of their daddies are secretly dying to fuck their little girls. I bet they fantasize that their wives are actually their daughters when they fuck.’

Wendy, ‘Oh, you know they do. But, missing out on daddy cock is their loss. I wouldn’t even want a boyfriend now that I know how much Daddy loves me and cherishes me. No fucking way!’

The other two agreed totally.

“Daddy, I have my interview this evening with Uncle Dave, the coach of the new team I’m going to join. Can you take me to my spa appointment?” Debra asked her father.

Her dad smiled, dropped his newspaper down so he could see his daughter.

“Of course, honey, but didn’t you just get your nails and toes done last week? They still look gorgeous, Sweetheart. And your pussy is still pretty smooth,” he said.

“I know, Daddy. But Uncle Dave wants us to all have freshly done nails and toes. And I am getting just a little bit of stubble in a couple of spots. Might as well get it done while I’m there,” she said. She batted her eyes sexily at her dad.

“Hmmmmm, so does Uncle Dave like for all of you to be smooth and bald?” her father asked.

Debra giggled and said, “Daddy!! You’re such a horny perv!! But yes, he does!”

“Well, then I like him already, Sweetheart. And I think it’s really cool that he views all of the girls as his adopted nieces. I’m so happy you have found a soccer team that understands certain things. What time is your appointment with Ms. Lee?” he asked.

“In about an hour, Daddy. Sorry for the last minute notice but Nicole didn’t have everything set up for all of us until late last night. Oh, and you don’t have to worry about today’s appointment. Uncle Dave will reimburse me tonight. I just need to bring a receipt,” Debra said.

“That’s fine, Sweetheart. Will he also reimburse the door locking fee, or is that on me? Doesn’t matter, baby. I’ll pay it just like always,” her dad said.

Debra said, “Let me ask Nicole.”

Ping. Debra, ‘Nicole, can the receipt include ‘everything’ from Ms. Lee?’

Ping. Nicole, ‘Absolutely. All of it. ‘Everything’. Dads should always go with their girls to Ms. Lee. Follow me?’

Ping. Debra, ‘Thanks! See you tonight!’

She smiled and told her dad, “Nicole said that daddies should always go with their little girls to Ms. Lee. So yeah, the door locking fee is included, Daddy! Yay!!!”

Her dad told her that was fine and for her to go finished getting dressed. She ran up the stairs never so excited for a manicure, pedicure, and waxing session since her graduation night party and Daddy Daughter dance.

Upon arrival to the spa, Ms. Lee greeted Debra and her father, saying, “Well, you are back soon, honey. You don’t like the color on your nails, or maybe on your toes? Was everything ok last time?”

Debra said, “Oh, everything was fine, just like every single time. But I need a fresh manicure and pedicure with new colors. And a touch up wax. I have an interview for a roster spot on Uncle Dave’s soccer team tonight! And I need to look my best for a perfect impression!”

Ms. Lee gave a wide, knowing smile and told her, “Oh. Mr. Dave is a great person. You will love Mr. Dave. He treats all of his ‘nieces’ as if they were his true nieces. So happy that you will be on his roster. Their team wins most of their matches. You will love winning so many games!”

She escorted Debra to a chair in the back, as was customary for all of the girls on the team. She handed her dad the color swatch to choose a polish color. He said, “Oh, this time, I won’t be picking her polish colors. The interview requires certain colors for her nails and toes.”

Ms. Lee said, “Yes. I know. Do you want French nails, or a shimmery, glossy nude shade? Sheer pink or a chrome pink for your daughter’s toes?”

“Let’s go a light pink nude for the nails. Ok, Sweetie? You want them to shine and really show off!”

“That sounds good, Daddy. And sheer pink on my toes. I want them to dazzle in my heels,” Debra said.

Ms. Lee began to do Debra’s nails, while another tech did her toes. She told Debra she was going to put three coats on her toes to ensure that they would be the star of the evening.

“Uncle Dave really loves toes that are so pretty!” Ms. Lee said.

“Ummmm. That’s good, because you know my daddy loves my toes to be pretty! Don’t you, Daddy?” she said very sultry-like.

Her dad said, “I do, Sweetie. And any Daddy who truly appreciates their little girl, or any uncle who really adores his niece would also love them to have pretty toes all the time! And beautiful nails!”

When they were done, Ms. Lee took them to the waxing rooms. She said, “Will a door locking fee be needed this time?”

“Yes!!! We gotta have a door locking fee, Daddy!! We always get that!!” Debra said happily.

Her dad told Ms. Lee, “Well, then a door locking fee will be had. Just a 10 minute fee will be plenty. She will have lots of time later tonight to be enjoyed in her interview. But Daddy does want to make sure that my little girl is silky smooth for her big interview!”

Debra laid down on the table after dropping her shorts, spreading her beautifully tanned legs apart for Ms. Lee to wax her cunt. Ms. Lee gently ran her hand over Debra’s pussy, and could feel just a tiny bit of stubble.

“Hmmmm. Only a couple of places that have a little bit of hair starting to grow back. You’ll be nice and smooth shortly,” she said.

Gently applying a bit wax to her entire pussy area, Ms. Lee worked quickly. After it was applied, she told Debra, “Ready, Sweetie?”

Debra said, “Yes. It’s so nice and warm on my lips and all around my girl parts. Go ahead, I’m ready.”

As Ms. Lee removed the wax quickly, Debra winced a bit. Ms. Lee had all of it removed very fast. She then gently rubbed Debra’s nether region, giving her approval that she was now completely bald with no trace of stubbly residue anywhere to be found.

She turned to Debra’s dad and said, “I’ll be back in 10 minutes. Make sure everything is satisfactory and to your approval.” She locked the door behind her.

Debra, still with her legs in the stirrups, her pink cunt fully exposed, licked her lips seductively at her father and said, “Make sure it’s perfectly smooth and silky, Daddy. I don’t want to disappoint Uncle Dave in my interview later tonight.”

Her dad pulled up the stool, getting as close to his daughter’s open pussy as he could, and leaned in. He began to gently and softly kiss her still tender cunt lips.

“Daddy, you always kiss it so good to make it feel better. That feels great!” she said. She scooted her hips a little closer to her dad’s face to give his better access to her slit, which was already beginning to become moist with arousal.

He continued to kiss her labia very gently for another minute or so, and then inserted his tongue inside his daughter’s fuck hole. He started to tongue fuck his baby girl rapidly, darting his mouth tool in and out of her. He took it out of her hole every once in a while and licked her pussy lips, then would suck her clit before diving back into her waxed muff.

Debra leaned her head back and let the pleasure of her dad’s oral love making fall over her entire body. She loved it when her daddy ate her pussy. She looked forward to it frequently now after his tongue went up into her for the very first time at her graduation daddy-daughter dance night. She was still a virgin at that time, and her daddy’s tongue was the first thing to ever enter her virgin pussy. Shortly after that, she told him to take her cherry. They spent the entire night together fucking and embraced in total incestuous taboo sex.

She began to quiver slightly, and her legs stiffened. There was a significant fluttery feeling in her lower abdomen, that gradually made its way to her entire lower body. Her dad had brought her to orgasm with his tongue, yet again. Debra fully let herself go as he fucked her cunt steadily, sucking on her clit simultaneously.

“Oooooohhhh, Daaaaddddddyyyyy!!! Ummmmmmmmmmmmm!! You always make your baby girl hit the pleasure meter so high!!!!! Ummmmm!” she said, as her orgasm began to subside.

When she was finished cumming, she said, “Daddy, you eat my pussy so good every single time! Thank you!”

Her dad got up, walked over to her, and kissed her deeply while holding her cheek. He absolutely adored his daughter and it made him feel really good that she enjoyed his affection so much.

“I love you very much, Sweetheart. You are my little girl, and will always be Daddy’s girl. Always. The best thing your mom ever did was divorce me your senior year,” he said.

“Yeah, mom was really a bitch those last couple of years you two were together. I’m glad she finally did it. It made things a lot easier for us both on graduation night. I want to be your daughter-wife, Daddy!” Debra said.

“Sweetheart, you are my daughter-wife; and I am sure there are going to be lots of daughter-wives on your new team. Which girl do you think Daddy should fuck first once you are on the roster? Which girl is the hottest, from what you’ve seen playing against all of them?’ her dad asked.

“Honestly, Daddy, all of them are so fucking hot! And they all have great asses. Part of the team look is to wear game shorts that one size too small so that their asses are fully on display, nice, round, full, and tight. But Abby, Chloe, or Valerie would be my first choice to fuck if I were you,” she told her dad.

“And, I hear that Valerie loves to be a whore, dressing the part and everything. Chloe loves to fuck. She has taken her dad’s cock into all three holes in the same fuck session. And loves to get tag teamed. Uncle Dave and Lisa’s brother Robert, and Monica’s brother Mike, all fucked the shit out of her back to back to back several weeks ago at a weekend party Nicole had,” she added.

Her dad smiled and gave Debra another quick kiss, as it was nearing time for Ms. Lee to return. “Well, Sweetie. When the time comes, I will defer to you on which girl gets your Daddy’s cock first. And I am very sure that any of their daddy’s will absolutely love to get their shaft deep into your little cunt!”

She got dressed, and combed her hair a little. Ms. Lee entered a few moments later and asked her dad, “Was everything to your liking? Nice smooth? Silky soft?”

Absolutely perfectly smooth and silky. Fantastic job as always, Ms. Lee. Thank you for always taking care of my baby girl!” he said.

Ms. Lee said, “My pleasure. I will always make sure that all the girls who come in here for spa appointments are very well taken care and leave with getting the utmost quality service. Dads, uncles, and brothers are always welcome. They have to be satisfied with the results too.”

They left, Debra holding her dad’s hand as they went to the car. He gave her a deep, passionate kiss, then opened her car door for her. As she slid into her seat, he grabbed her ass cheek and gave it a squeeze.

“Daddy!!! You are such a perv! God, I love it!” she squealed.

Later that evening, Debra came downstairs to model her interview outfit. She was wearing a sheer white button down blouse that showcased her 34C tits very clearly. She did not have on a bra. She was wearing an extremely tight skirt with a zipper up the side. Her skirt stopped just below her ass cheeks. If she leaned over the slightest bit, her ass would be exposed, as would her cunt lips for all to see.

On her feet, Debra has ***********ed her two-inch, black heels with a few diamonds across the toe strap. The diamonds were small, but they were real. Her dad had bought them for her shortly after they had started fucking. He wanted his baby girl to dazzle every time they went out together, and had decided that a pair of sexy, diamond-studded heels would set her apart from most of the other girls she hung out with. And, his dick got really hard whenever she wore them. She wore them every time her daddy fucked her.

Her dad saw her coming down the stairs and was in utter amazement at just how beautiful she looked. He looked at her legs, and his eyes went directly to her toes. The sheer pink polish on her toes was absolutely mesmerizing in contrast to the diamond-strapped heels. His daughter was the epitome of ‘Hot Soccer Girl’, at least in his perspective.

Debra said, “What do you think, Daddy? Do I look hot enough for my interview? I can switch to my 3” heels instead, but those don’t have the diamonds, just the sparkly costume shiny studs.”

“No way, Sweetheart. You look hot enough to fuck! If Uncle Dave doesn’t fuck you after seeing you in that outfit, he’s a celibate priest. If you aren’t too worn out when we get back in tonight, keep it on. Daddy wants to fuck the hottest soccer girl around!” he told her.

“Daddy!! You know I’d love for you to fuck me while I wear this! And my pussy will be full of cum as well, so I’ll be sloppy seconds for you!” She laughed loudly.

“Honey. Don’t be so vulgar. It’s not lady like. But yes, I can’t wait to bury myself in your cum-filled pussy later tonight.”

She texted Nicole. ‘Hey, Daddy is taking me now. I’ll be there shortly. God, I’m so excited!’

Ping. Nicole, ‘Awesome! Uncle Dave and I can’t wait either. See you soon!’

Nicole told me, “Uncle Dave, Debra will be here in a few minutes. Is the dinner on the way?”

I told her, “Yes, Princess. It should be here any minute. I waited to have it delivered closer to Debra getting here so it will nice an hot. We’re having lasagna and all the fixings.”

Nicole smiled and said, “Thanks, my love! I am so excited to be in my new role since I can’t play anymore. We’re going to make the Clam Bunnies the premiere soccer club for daddy-loving girls. We are definitely going to be a ‘family oriented’ soccer club.” She winked.

There was a knock on the door. It was the food delivery guy. I took the bags from him and told him, “Go with my niece. She’ll take care of you.”

Nicole gave me a wink, and told him, “Come with me, handsome. You are about to get the best tip you have ever received.”

She grabbed his hand and went to her former bedroom, which had now become a guest room, fuck room, spare orgy room, whatever we needed it for. She closed the door behind her.

Sitting down on the bed, she took off her top, giving the delivery guy a full look at her gorgeous tits. Her nipples were hard. She slipped off her shorts, and leaned back on her arms, letting him see her bald, smooth pussy. He was growing a tent inside his shorts.

She said, “Get a good look at this cunt, dear. I want it to make you harder than you’ve gotten in your life. Then I’m going to give you a blow job. Shoot it down my throat. That’s my gratitude for your great delivery service. I want you to cum in my mouth!”

He looked at her, and said, “Damn! You are so fucking hot!! I’ll gladly cum down your throat. My girlfriend never swallows.”

“Well, that’s her loss isn’t it. She’s letting a nice hot load of spunk go to waste every time she sucks you off. I’m going to make up for that. Drop your shorts. Put your cock in my mouth.”

He quickly dropped his shorts to his ankles, and his cock sprang to full staff. Nicole put her lips around his shaft and cupped his balls with both hands. She began to bob back on forth on his tool, making sure to give him a sloppy, wet, saliva coated sucking. He stood there enjoying my niece’s lips around his dick.

Nicole squeezed his ball sack a few times while sucking harder. He moaned softly as she did this. Without breaking stride, Nicole then took him deep into her mouth, his dick all the way in her mouth. Her tongue continued to rub the underneath side of his cock, and she moved her head back and forth, giving his rock hard fuck stick a goodly amount of affection from her soft pink lips.

His balls began to tighten, and Nicole could feel his shaft beginning to throb. His release was imminent. She sucked harder, spending time around his cock head, swirling her tongue all around it in an effort to intensify the explosion that was about to happen.

It worked. The delivery guy shot ropes of sticky cum all the way down her throat. Nicole swallowed each stream of spunk as it fell into her mouth, She continued to lick his tool and suck all the cum out of him, sealing her lips around his bulb, and turning her lips into a vacuum device. He was drained fully and completely when she pulled off his dick.

Nicole looked up at him, giving him a huge smile. She opened her mouth, showing him her tongue, and there was not a drop of spunk to be found.

“Wow!! That was the best fucking blow job I have ever had, Sweetie! I’ve never cum that hard either. Even when cumming on my girlfriend’s face or tits after she sucks me off. Holy fuck!! God, do you know how to suck a cock!!” he told Nicole as he pulled up his shorts.

She told him, “Thanks, handsome. That’s just one of my many sexual talents! Ask my Uncle, he’ll tell you!” Nicole said this proudly.

“You mean….wait….he’s not your boyfriend? He’s….holy shit! You’re his niece!! God damn!! That makes it even hotter. No wonder he’s fucking you! You are gorgeous. Hell, I’d fuck you if you were my niece! I’d fuck you if your were my daughter! So, can I be your regular delivery guy from now on?” he asked.

“Oh, without question. After a few more deliveries, you can fuck me as gratuity. But a blow job for each delivery is guaranteed. Uncle Dave lets me handle all the business transactions for our soccer club. Maybe you can deliver for one of our ‘team party nights’ soon. You’ll get lots of gratuities!” Nicole told him, grinning devilishly.

“Are all the girls as fucking hot as you are?” he asked.

“Handsome, we don’t have any ugly bitches on our team. That’s one of the requirements. And you have to be willing to fuck other dads and uncles as well. No unicorns allowed,” Nicole said matter of factly.

“My name is Allen. I’ll take care of all your meal deliveries from now on. Just text my delivery number and I’ll take care of it,” he said.

“And I’ll take care of you!” Nicole promised.

They both came out of the bedroom, and I could tell that my niece had struck some sort of arrangement. I was correct.

“Uncle Dave, this is Allen. He’s going to be our permanent meal delivery guy from now on. Even for our ‘team parties’. I told him the girls and I would take care of his gratuities,” she told me. She winked at me. I knew what that meant. My niece had become a total cock slut, and I loved it!

“Very good, Sweetheart! Allen, thanks for becoming part of our operation. The girls will be happy to know that our meals are provided hot and timely, and conveniently. They will take care of you, as will my lovely niece,” I told him as he left the apartment.

I could see Debra coming up the way, so I left the door open and waited for her. God! She looked smoking hot!! Her strides were deliberate, and when she saw that I was watching her come up the walk, she began to walk even more sexily, swaying her hips a bit. Her gorgeous tits were also bouncing a little as she sauntered. It was a beautiful site to behold, especially knowing that she was completely aware that I was going to fuck her immediately after dinner.

She arrived to the door, turned and waved to her dad, who drove off. As she came inside, I closed the door and locked it. She then put her arms around my neck, reached up on her tippy toes and planted a sloppy wet tongue swirling kiss on me.

“Hey, Uncle Dave!! I am so excited! Thank you for interviewing me tonight,” Debra said.

As I gazed upon this lovely girl in front of me, I took in all of her beauty and essence. Debra was 5’9”, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and long tanned legs. She was completely tanned all over. Her 34C tits were already erect, firm, and stiff, indicating that she was aroused and horny.

Nicole came over, and gave Debra a hug, saying, “Hey, Debra. So happy to have you! It’s going to be a great time tonight, I promise you.” She looked at Debra, Debra looked back at her, they were still in the hug position. Debra then moved in, leading with her lips, and planted a similar wet, tongue swirling kiss onto Nicole. My niece returned the affection, and let one hand slip over Debra’s breast, caressing it softly.

They broke their greeting, and Nicole said, “Plenty of time for stuff later. Let’s have dinner. It just arrived right before you got here. It’s still piping hot. So dig in!”

We sat at the table to have dinner, and made light small talk. After we had all had our fill of lasagna, salad, and brownies, we moved to the sofa. I sat on one end, and Nicole sat on other. Debra sat in the chair that was facing both of us. We had arranged the set up deliberately in that fashion to give things an ‘interview’ feel. And would allow for each girl to spread her legs, put her feet up, and other wise get fully comfortable and relaxed, while also showing off their pussies and gorgeous feet.

I told Debra as she took her seat, “Get fully comfortable, Sweetie. Just like if you were at home, sitting across from your daddy. Totally relax, honey. Just keep looking gorgeous!”

Debra breathed a sigh of relief, saying, “I’m so nervous. Thanks for putting me at ease. I love to put my feet up close, bringing my knees to my chest. I like to sit like that while watching tv, or sitting on my bed.”

Nicole told her, “Go ahead, honey. Sit like you do at home. Uncle Dave would love to see that gorgeous cunt that your daddy gets to fuck all the time.”

“And I absolutely love your toes! That sheer pink is fucking gorgeous, Sweetie!! And those heels! Are those real diamonds?” I asked.

Debra said, “They are real diamonds. Daddy bought this pair for me after we fucked the first time. He wanted me to have a really special pair that would make guys really lust after my toes, and after me when wearing them.”

“Well, they are definitely stunning! So perfect for your first interview!” Nicole told her.

She began to relax, and having her feet pulled in close on the chair, she began to relax her leg a bit, opening up the view of her cunt for me to see. She was already showing a bit of glistening moisture as she sat there while we talked. I continued to stare at her pussy, smiling, to encourage her and help her to become more relaxed. It was working.

Nicole said, “So, aside from the obvious reason, what makes you want to be on the roster, sweetie?”

“Well, definitely for the obvious reason. Daddy-daughter trips will be easier this way. But, these girls are fucking good! My other team, we’ve never beaten you guys, ever. You always kick our ass, and make us like it! I’m tired of not winning championship trophies. And, all the girls are so fucking hot, and many of them seem to love sex, no matter who it’s with. That’s a plus for sure!” she said.

I said, “Well, all of those are great reasons to be a part of the Clam Bunnies, Sweetheart. And you obviously love fucking your daddy. Is he ok with other daddies fucking you?”

“Yes, he’s fine with it. We talked about it and he’s looking forward to sharing me. And to other daddies sharing their daughters with him. And with you. We are confident in the love we share so jealousy won’t be a problem,” she said.

“One final question before we get to the next phase this evening, Sweetie. Which hole is your favorite? Which hole is your Daddy’s favorite? What’s your favorite sex act?” Nicole said.

“I love all kinds of fucking, to be honest. I love it missionary or cowgirl. Daddy loves fucking me missionary style. I also enjoy it up my ass occasionally. We usually do that when I’m on my period. And Daddy loves for me to fuck his cock with my feet, making my arches a foot pussy! I do that after every pedicure for sure, but sometimes a couple times a week,” she said proudly.

“Well, it sounds like you are definitely a great daughter for your Daddy, and will be a perfect addition to the roster. Are you ready for the next phase of things, Sweetie?” I asked her.

She had a gigantic smile on her face, and her pussy was beginning to really shine with cunt nectar. “Oooohhhhh! I am so ready!!! What do you want me to do, or what do you want to do me? I’m your little slut, Uncle Dave!”

I told her, “Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom, Gorgeous. Nicole, come with us, my love.”

Debra hopped up from the chair excitedly, squealing with delight. We went to the bedroom, and I stripped out of my clothes. Nicole did the same. Debra began to undress, and I told her, “Uh uh. That’s my job tonight, Sweetie. I’ll take off your clothes for you. Uncles should undress their nieces whenever possible. Are you ready to become my niece?”

“Yes, Uncle Dave. Make me your niece. Nicole, make me your sister,” Debra cooed softly.

I gently unbuttoned her blouse, and as it fell open, I took each tit and sucked its erect nipple for a bit, gently fondling her breasts in the process. I unzipped her skirt, and pulled it off. She was standing there in all of her radiant beauty, ready to be my fuck doll for the next hour. She began to take off her heels.

“Heels stay on, Gorgeous. Always leave your heels on when a daddy or uncle fucks you. It makes you so much sluttier and fuck-worthy,” Nicole told her.

“Oooohhhh. Just like Daddy always fucks me!” she said.

I had Debra lay down on the bed, legs spread, and up in the air. She was about halfway between the headboard and the end of the bed. I looked at Nicole and smiled.

Nicole said, “Baby, you are about to get your first tag-team. Lick my pussy while Uncle Dave fucks you. Then I’m going to eat his cum out of you while you suck his cock. Make him cum again when he throat fucks you.”

Debra said, “Awesome!! Let’s get started. Uncle Dave, are you going to suck my toes while you fuck me? Daddy does. I’d hate to let this new pedicure go to waste.”

“Sweetie, that’s part of why I asked you to get toes freshly done. Put your feet on shoulders. I’ll suck all of your toes while fucking that beautiful pussy,” I told her.

Nicole hovered over Debra’s awaiting mouth, and gently lowered herself to Debra’s parted lips, her tongue already prepared to lick my niece’s slit.

I inserted myself into her lusciously smooth cunt, and my cock buried itself deep inside. Her fuck tunnel was so warm and inviting. She moaned softly as I began to screw her. Debra had her face completely immersed onto Nicole’s pussy, and Nicole was already rocking back and forth, ensuring that Debra’s chin hit her clit with every stroke.

“Uncle Dave!! God, this little girl can eat some pussy!! Holy fuck!! Her tongue is amazing!” Nicole said, only a few minutes into Debra’s tongue fucking. Debra continued to dive as deep as she possibly could, occasionally putting her tongue on my niece’s clit, heightening her ecstasy.

I continued to drill her gorgeous cunt, achieving a steady rhythm of in and out. While fucking her, I began to suck on her beautifully polished toes, caressing each one lovingly with my tongue across the top, savoring the smoothness of each nail. After tongue stroking each toe, I would put it in my mouth and gently suck before repeating this worship experience with all ten of her lovely digits.

Nicole began to shiver and tighten up, reaching the beginnings of her climax as Debra continued to fuck her love tunnel orally. She sensed Nicole’s impending finish, and began to focus more on her clit, flicking it gently, sucking on it softly, and probing her canal, all in succession.

“UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!!! FUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!! OOOOMMMMMMMMM!!” Nicole shouted loudly, her orgasm hitting a crescendo. Along with her climax, she began to shoot a stream of cunt honey out of her love hole, and it started to coat Debra’s chin. I could distinctly hear slurping sounds coming from Debra’s mouth as she lapped up as much of Nicole’s love juices as possible.

I felt my spunk beginning to make its way out of me, and I told Debra, “Get ready, Sweetie! I’m going to shoot deep into you!”

“UMMMPPPHHHHH!!! UMMMPPPHHHHH!! UMMMPPPPHHHHH!” I exclaimed as my uncle jizz shot deep into this cutie’s awaiting fuck slit, making its way all the way up into her. I continued to thrust a few more times to ensure that all of it shot into her.

As I finished spunking her pussy, Nicole leaned forward, still sitting on Debra’s face, and we locked lips for a wet, sloppy, uncle-niece loving make out session for a just a bit.

Nicole lifted off Debra, and I pulled out her, giving each foot one more final gentle kiss. Debra looked at me, then at Nicole, and she had an obvious glow of contentment emanating from her face. She had just been made my newly adopted niece.

“Wow! Uncle Dave, that was so fucking amazing! And Nicole, your pussy tasted divine! That was only my second time to eat pussy. I guess I need to do that more often. I loved it!” she said.

Nicole smiled and told her, “For that to be only your second time to tongue fuck a cunt, you were fantastic! You definitely know how to get a girl off! When was your first time to eat pussy?”

Debra said, “Just a couple of weeks ago, actually. Gina and I were roommates at our last tournament before the one where we played you guys. We were both talking about how good our daddies ate us out that night.

“I told her to come get into my bed so we could talk more, and be a bit quieter so the girls in the room next to us wouldn’t hear us. Hotel walls can be thin, even at the really nice ones. So Gina crawled into bed with me, and continued bragging about our daddies and their oral skills.

“Well, I started to get wet between my legs. I grabbed Gina’s hand and guided her to my pussy. I looked at her, gazing into her eyes. She knew right away what that meant. She grabbed my hand and put it on her crotch. Neither of us were wearing panties, just our night shirts.

“We started to finger fuck each other, and began to French kiss. After a few minutes, Gina said, ‘I’ve never done this with anyone but Daddy. You?’ I told her, ‘Same here. You ok with going further?’

“Gina said, ‘Yes. Let’s go all the way. Let’ see what it’s like for our daddies to lick pussy. Let’s eat each other. Want to sixty-nine?’ I told her, ‘Let’s do it. It’ll be so fucking hot to eat each other out like our daddies.’

“So, I pulled back the sheet, and Gina got on top of me, her cunt positioned over my mouth. She put her tongue into my pussy and started to fuck me with it just like Daddy had done so many times. I then proceeded to fuck her with my tongue. We both came on each other’s face a few minutes later, we were so horny and aroused.”

I told Debra, “Sweetie, that is so wonderful! Now it’s time for Nicole to lick your gorgeous pussy and eat my spunk. Are you ready to suck your uncle’s cock?”

“I can’t wait! Nicole, get your tongue in me. There’s a nice hot load of uncle jizz for you. Uncle Dave, your new niece wants you to face fuck her. Give me another load!” she said, with great excitement.

Nicole began to probe her cunt, gently licking and lapping, fishing out my load with her tongue. I stuck my cock into Debra’s mouth and she began to suck hard and fast. I started to thrust my hips forward, holding her head in place as I fucked her mouth. She sucked harder the harder I thrust. She was definitely a well-experienced little cock sucking soccer slut.

Nicole was slurping Debra’s cunt hole, sucking softly to coax my deposited load out of it’s pink, soft resting spot. She was completely absorbed and consumed with Debra’s pussy as I continued to fuck this beauty doll’s luscious mouth, her tongue softly running up and down my shaft.

I felt another load starting to erupt, and told Debra, “Here it comes, Sweetheart! Drink your uncle milk like a good girl!” I shot several more sticky streams of spunk, this time down her throat. Debra swallowed all of it without so much as a gasp for air. She continued to suck after I finished, licking all the sticky residue clean.

She grabbed Nicole’s head and pushed it hard into her pelvis, and wrapped her legs around Nicole’s head, locking her heels together. My niece was essentially held captive while licking Debra’s twat. She began to lick and suck more vigorously, taking Debra’s cue of the leg lock. Nicole was unrelenting as she tongue fucked Debra.

“Ohhh, Nicole! Ummmm!!!! God, you are such a great pussy eater!! Ummmmm!!!” she cooed, as Nicole continued to probe her inner canal, giving it undivided attention.

Debra then hit her climax, clenching her legs even tighter around Nicole, and pulling her head intensely into her pelvic region. She pressed hard, and I could hear my niece sucking and slurping loudly at this point. Debra froze as her orgasmic wave hit all over her body. She convulsed briefly, and then came down from her high.

“Ohhhhh my fucking god!! Ohhhhh my fucking god!! Jesus fuck!!!! That was fucking great!! Holy shit! I haven’t cum like that in a long time. Even Daddy hasn’t made my cunt cum like that very often,” she said contentedly.

Nicole looked up at her and gave her a smile. She kissed Debra’s pussy lightly one last time, then sat up. She then leaned towards me and locked me into another French kiss. I could taste Debra’s pussy nectar on Nicole’s lips. It was wonderful. We broke our kiss after a bit, and Nicole gave me a knowing look. I nodded.

“Debra, Sweetheart. Congratulations! You just became Uncle Dave’s newest niece. Welcome to the Clam Bunnies!”

Debra squealed with delight. “Oh my god!! Wow!! I’m so happy!! Thank you both!! I promise you won’t be disappointed. I play defense just as good as I fuck, and almost as good as I eat pussy!” she said, laughing.

I told her, “Sweetheart, you will be great at all of it, I can assure you. Hurry and get dressed, gorgeous. Your daddy will be here soon. I’m sure he’s going to want to celebrate with you tonight when you get home!”

“Oh, he will, for sure! I can’t wait to tell him! He’ll fuck me so good after this great news!!” she said.

We went back to the living room and sat on the sofa. A few minutes later, there was knock on the door. It was Debra’s dad. She kissed me goodbye, and gave Nicole a wet kiss as well, and she opened the door. She jumped up on her dad, locking her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. She kissed him passionately right there in the doorway. When she finished, she told him the news.

“Daddy!!! I’m now a Clam Bunny! It was a great interview! This is Uncle Dave, and this is Nicole, his niece. Oh, and she’s going to have his baby in a few months!”

I told her dad that it was a privilege to have Debra as our newest girl, and that I would make sure she was well-taken care of. He told me, “I know you will. And I look forward to getting to know your gorgeous niece a little better eventually. Thanks for being so caring and gentle with my little girl. Good night!”

I closed the door, locked it, and told Nicole, “That was some great fucking tonight, my love. You are definitely one great assistant coach, and you really can assess talent. Both on the field, and in the bedroom. Does your pussy need a little more affection, my Love?”

She looked at me, and said, “Uncle Dave, now it’s my turn. I’m not telling you ‘No’. Let’s go to bed. Lick my pussy until I fall asleep.”

I told her, “Of course, Princess. Anything you want. Always.”

We went to bed. We had another interview tomorrow evening.

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It’s time to test various perverted experiments on prisoners on my prisoners to see exactly how I can spread my power. I already know it works when ingested orally, but now I’ve got a lot of tests and a lot of subjects, just not a lot of time before someone might notice them missing. The clock is ticking so it’s time to get to work.

Chapter 1 – A Devil’s Game.

My pants hit the floor as I stood looking down at the bound and gagged senior cheerleader named Melody, the last of my prisoners left upstairs as the bitch Sasha that had maced Jake was hauled down to the basement. She was pretty enough, though Katey was way cuter. Still I’d never fucked someone in anger before so my brain wasn’t really working rationally at the moment. I was mad at Sasha for hurting my best friend, but rather than switch them up I decided I was just going to start by take it out on this cunt and save up for something really special for Sasha. The fact that I’d be forcing myself on an unturned girl for the first time made my blood pump faster with perverted excitement.

I grinned looking down into her tearful eyes as she still struggled at the duct tape bonds that wound around her wrists and ankles. She had been roughed up a little and surely had some bruises forming under her clothes, but there was only one garment I needed removed now. While I decided what to do with her I could feel her terror as she sat on the floor surrounded by her friends from high school, all eagerly watching as I mentally prepared to violate her.

And why shouldn’t they? They were my brood, my harem of minions, loyal to a fault all because of some amazing genetic miracle that was in my sperm. Or something like that. That’s really the whole point of tonight, to finally nail down exactly how people that ingest my spooge fall in love with me. I really never expected this when I accidentally made my older half-sister Jen go from a total bitch to wanton lover, but a dozen girls later, as well as quite a few guys, I was beginning to realize the true power of my gift. I could have whomever, whatever I wanted!

The scope of my power empowered my libido even more so I was rock hard as I took a handful of the crying girl’s hair and smeared my sticky precum ooze across her cheek. “Shhh… you’ll soon be begging for me to fuck you, but I want to keep you pure like this for a little longer.” Then I turned to my sister who stood nearby and held out my hand. “Condom.”

She had already opened it, though instead of handing it to me she placed it right at my tip and pushed it down my shaft, quasi-fucking me with it in her grasp. That was hot, but she was a smart girl with lots of tricks. Even after doing half a dozen girls she and Mom showed me constantly that there was still loads left to learn about sex. Confident I was rigid and well wrapped she stood and kissed me on the cheek before whispering, “You really should dose her first,”

“Soon enough,” I smiled at her and gave her tight ass a playful spank to move her off so I could get back to my first test subject. It was going to be a busy night of experimentation and as much as I love fucking raw I needed to collect every drop of vital spunk I had. I knew it didn’t take much to turn someone, but finding out exactly how much was important, as well as how it could be administered. Heck, if I knew anyone who could do the research I’d love have them check out a sample; maybe do some kind of chemical or DNA analysis, but the fear of becoming a lab rat for the rest of my life kept me from even considering something like that for now.

“Now let’s get your cunt stuffed,” I growled and flung the young girl by her head face first into the big plush couch. She had a lot more fight before she was beaten up, gagged, and bound, yet now facing the actual reality of her getting raped she tried to struggle once more. “Where do you think you’re going?” I laughed as pulled her long brown hair hard, using it like a leash.

As I’d never actually worn on a condom before it felt weird to be doing it with one on now, surrounded by women that I’d all fucked raw, most many times by now, but I had been the one to determine it was a necessity. Not for my protection or even for hers, but to collect every drop of my precious load. It only took a small amount to work it’s magic, charming the mind out of anyone, male or female who ingested it orally and probably vaginally, so wasting a full orgasm on just one person was a waste when I had a full dungeon of a dozen people to convert before the end of the night.

Of course this would also be my first time having sex with someone who wasn’t already under my power, not to mention one that actively hated me. I’d explained away all the sex I’d had up until now as not really rape, but more as my milk had just unlocked their natural desire for me. And as much as I rationally found the idea of rape as abhorrent, I had to test every aspect of this to be sure, for science. Also I think I wanted to hurt someone for what happened to Jake, though she had nothing to do with that she was readily available. Sasha would get worse later.

I pulled her skirt up and and looked at her nice tight panties making a sexy camel toe underneath. “Mrrrmh!” the bound teen mumbled into her gag in terror as I stroked my plastic wrapped cock along her crease to keep it hard for the fucking I was about to give her.

“Shut up cunt,” Lisa scolded her and have her face a slap that wasn’t very gentle. “Don’t you know how lucky you are about to get?”

“It’s okay Lis,” I said explaining, “I’m tempted to remove the gag just to hear her cry as I take her.”

“The neighbors might be a ways off, but they still might hear something like that from up here,” my teacher turned MILF sex friend Misses Shehe cautioned.

“Yea,” I agreed regretfully and pulled her panties aside to finally see her fuzzy fat lips. As I spread them open with my plastic wrapped cockhead I could tell she was no virgin, though she sure was trembling like one.

“Need any lube?” Katie asked, spreading open her own legs, clearly offering to lube me up personally by fucking her a little first. As tempting at that was I to take her as she was.

“Later baby,” I grinned and without any further ado I pushed inside her vagina. Entry a little rough on my first plunge, but she was so loose that it was pretty easy to work my way in with just the basic lube coating the condom already. In fact as I after a few thrusts she started getting wet, probably against her wishes. She was enjoying this even if she didn’t want to, but she was really the only one. For my part I felt like I was fucking a grocery bag instead of a sexy young woman. Also the tightness of the elastic ring was quite distracting, strangling my blood flow at the base of my dick. I started getting pissed that this punishment was becoming more annoying for me than it was for her, and slamming her harder in an effort to feel better was only making it worse as the condom was starting to chafe me.

Pulling out I said, “This isn’t going to work. I can see why everyone hates condoms, I can barely feel a damn thing.” With disgust I pulled the sticky rubber off though held onto it, pressing it to her hip has I grabbed back on to thrust in bareback this time.

“Ahhh!” I moaned. It was like night and day, the soft warm embrace of her quim was delightful, even though I’d ostensibly already been in there. I fucked her long and slow at first, simply enjoying the feel of a new conquest. But as the girls around me also got into the mood and started doing all sorts of sexy things I started pounding her hard and fast as my pleasure increased.

Jen and Lisa were nearby on the couch kissing and fingering each others pussies while Katie was getting eaten out by Misses Shehe. Cute little Jackie simply found a banana from the kitchen and had been ramming it into her young snatch, while Shanique had similarly pulled out a bright pink vibrator from somewhere to diddle herself with. And as erotic as that all was it still took me quite a while to get off.

I was noticing it was getting harder for me to get off lately, probably just because I was having so much sex so I was getting desensitized by it. I laughed at the thought of a kid like me developing E.D. and figured I better talk to Mom about it later just in case. I closed my eyes and let the involuntary squeezing of my victim’s vagina do the rest and shuddered as I came sending one heavy shot of cum as deep into her womb as I could. I had planned on pulling out, but that first spurt escaped before I could react. Drawing upon all my willpower I jerked back and quickly poked my cockhead back into the end of the sticky condom I still held.

I sputtered the rest of my load into the wrinkled latex wrapper, gripping my shaft with a enjoyable squeeze as I jerked the rest out. All the girls were similarly disappointed I wasn’t spurting off on or in them, but they knew the reason for my actions. Still most were rubbing and fingering themselves, though several cheered me on as I finished in the rubber. After finishing I held it up and watched my cream oozed down the clear plastic wrapper to collect at the nipple like tip.

Looking at the small amount I felt somewhat embarrassed by how little of it there actually was. It always felt like it was much more than the half inch of goo that I was looking at now. Heck, even before I had sex when I’d just been masturbating into tissues it always seemed like much more of a mess, but having it concentrated, contained, and held before me it looked like a almost nothing. I had missed the first shot, which was always the biggest, but I dismissed obsessing about volume and tried to remember my goals. Changing my focus back to I the bound girl I’d finished raping I smacked the rubber against her face. “Bet you wish you could drink this now, don’t you?”

She nodded, no longer struggling and now at least I confirmed that a vaginal dose was just as effective as an oral dose. I removed her gag and was happily pleased by her words. “Yes, may I? Please!” she begged as I directed Lisa to cut her free of her duct tape bonds with a knife she’d had ready.

I grinned at how she’d gone from rape victim to wanton slut in the space of fifteen minutes with only a single shot of sperm in her quim. Once she was free and standing again I decided to give her a reward for her change in loyalty. “Get on the floor here and suck my dick,” I ordered taking her place on the couch. I spread my legs open and she eagerly went to work, though I knew she wouldn’t get me hard again for a while. “Can someone give me a status report of what is going on downstairs?” I asked.

Mom chimed in, “Everyone else is secure and awaiting phase two.” I hadn’t seen her and Jake return, but I was glad he was alright. His eyes were red, and swollen, but he was standing and ready for whatever I needed. Mom reach out, carefully taking the valuable condom from me before asking, “Do you want me to begin without you?”

Cuming always tired me out, and this time even more then usual. Maybe I was coming down with a cold or something? “Yea, I’ll be down in a few.” Mom nodded and sauntered off, taking Jake and most of the other girls with her as assistants, leaving me alone with just Katey and my newest cum slut. That was funny. I’d already forgotten her name even as she devotedly worked my limp penis and balls over with her mouth.

“Do you really have to do all this?” Katey asked curiously as she snuggled up next to me, lovingly pushing back the hair on my cocksucker to keep it out of her face as she worked.

“Of course. I need to know the results of these tests,” I said trying to clear my head of its post-coital fog. “I already know anyone can be affected by even small doses orally,” I trapped her lips and she kissed my finger. “And obviously vaginally,” I grinned sliding that finger down her body, over her great rack yet continuing down her belly. She eagerly spread her legs open for me to gently glide over her moist just licked snatch. “So anal would probably also work, though I don’t find that anywhere near as pleasant to test personally.”

Katey giggled and pushed my exploring finger inside her wet vagina with a satisfying squish. “I don’t really want to try that again either.”

“You didn’t like it?” I chuckled and pressed another finger against her tightly puckered rosebud.

“Well a little,” she confessed as she bit her lip, clearly enjoying me teasing it. “But it was a little painful as well.” Then she took my hand and pushed a full three fingers inside her pussy, “Our bodies were meant to fuck and make babies.” She emphasized her point with a tight squeeze on my fingers as she happily fucked my hand. “And I want to have a hundred babies with you.”

My dick twitched in the other girl’s mouth more from Katey’s comment than the decent suck job I was getting. Eventually this would get me hard again, but I was also tired even though I had slept earlier in the day in preparation for a long night. But as the hour grew past midnight already my body wanted to sleep again, so I knew I better get the tests done first. Before dawn everyone had to get home safely or there would be questions. ‘And actually sooner would be better than later,’ I grumbled to myself.

“Later,” I answered disappointedly refusing her again. “But for now I better help Mom with the tests,” I announced extracting my wet fingers from Katey’s wet pussy and pushing the other girl’s head off my still soft dick. “You two just hang out up here,” I said as they got up to follow me. “It’ll be too crowded down there for everyone.” They nodded and sat down to talk as I walked out.

In my new bedroom I grabbed a robe to wear and a towel to dry off my hand and crotch before heading down into the secret sex dungeon where a dozen naked teens were now securely strapped to crosses, benches, chairs, and after those ran out the tallest four guys were handcuffed to a large overhead pipe on one side of the room. And two of them were standing on small wooden boxes just so they wouldn’t dangle. While their hands were less restricted, able to slide along the pipe they could still kick however, so their feet had been cuffed as well, but they were clearly the most able to act and had been chosen to be tested on first so they could be released quicker. Mom stood nearby with a clipboard while she had her assistants were performing the tests we’d planned out on them and several others around the room.

“I don’t think skin contact alone will be enough,” she surmised to me looking at the two guys nude dangling before us with in more ways than one. Each had a small patch of shininess on their upper thigh which had to be a small quantity of my cum. Even gagged I could tell each of them was unturned, starting at me with combination of fear, anger, and murder on their minds. Meanwhile Misses Shehe was training Jackie on how to give a blowjob on her husband and Lisa ate out a cheerleader’s cooch.

“Yep,” I said disappointed. That would have made things so much easier. “Switch to anal,” I said casually. There were a lot of things to get out of the way, but these tall strong guys needed to be dealt with quickly and would be an asset should anything more physical happen.

Both of them clenched at my words, but that didn’t stop the two quasi-gay football players under my control from sliding their latex gloved finger over the patch of my sperm they had already applied and then poking that finger right up each of their bums. They only struggled for a few seconds after being violated before visibly calming down. “All right, ungag them,” I ordered.

Neither began shouting for help or anything, instead simply waiting for me. “You now serve me and will obey my every word.”

“Yes sir,” one said quickly followed by the other.

“All right,” I shrugged. “Unlock ’em.” It was about as I expected. Somehow as soon as my semen got inside them it was absorbed or internalized, quickly making people subservient to me. The next test was going to be the far more interesting one.

Once they were down unbound on the concrete floor I said, “Jake,” and my friend stepped over. Of the men he’d been under my power for the longest. “Anyone here you wanna fuck?” He immediately eyed my step-sister. “No,” I laughed and waved at the bevy of restrained vixens, “Anyone of these girls?” His nearly unshakable grin wavered so I decided to delegate. “Jen, help him pick out a cute one and make sure he fills her up.”

“Okay!” my sister giggled and grabbed Jake by the arm. “I think Sasha here deserves to get fucked up for hurting my boyfriend,” she said excitedly as she brought him up to the bitch that maced him. I had wanted to hurt her for that, so partly hoped his sperm wouldn’t also spread my power, thought it would make things much easier if it did. I shrugged and let it go to move on.

I looked to the two other new converts and said, “You two, take that one,” I pointed at a frumpy girl I didn’t find as attractive, bent over a stool she was tied to and wearing a ring gag so she couldn’t bite down on any dick in her mouth. “Fuck her up and don’t stop until you fill her every hole with sperm. With a grin they started jerking their dicks as they flanked her and that was when I heard Shanique laugh.

She’d been in the corner out of sight, but from the look of it she’d been fucking the young kid who was a friend and neighbor of Jackie’s, but he was clearly still a middle schooler. Since he was so young I was sure he hadn’t gotten anywhere close to a woman before, as was more proved by the stream of white that dripped out of her snatch as she stood up from his lap.

“He didn’t go more than a minute,” she laughed as she took the towel I handed her and cleaned her crotch off of his cum. I nodded and saw she had been assigned one of the tests to see if a female minion of mine having sex with a guy could turn them, and the kid was grinning into his gag at just busting his nut in the sexy black girl.

I took out the simple cloth gag he had and he immediately started excitedly talking. “Why didn’t you say we were having a sex party? I would have paid to come down here!” he almost shouted excitedly.

“Good, then you won’t mind sucking my dick,” I said casually pulling open my robe to show my limp member.

“What? I’m not fucking gay!” the kid shouted with outrage. Since skin contract hadn’t created the effect I hadn’t been hopeful of this test anyway, but still the little twerp could have been at least a little grateful for having gotten laid at such a young age. I pulled his gag back on to his muffled complaints and told Shanique to shower and douche. I expected a fair amount of other guys spooge in and around my girls tonight, but no sense in letting it linger any longer than absolutely necessary.

Lisa similarly sat up, her face a mess with girl juices. “I don’t think this is working either, and I’ve made sure to spit as much in her as I could,” she explained referring to the cheerleader she’d been going down on. “Suzy came twice already, but I can tell she still isn’t one of us.”

“That’s alright,” I assured her. “Move along.” She nodded and told my mother her results and I was tempted to bang the girl’s wet pussy, just looking at me with her forced open thighs, but I had other tests to try first.

I looked over and I saw Jake pounding away at that tart who’d tried to blind him while my sister practically used the bound and gagged girl’s nose as a vibrator. They looked like they were having fun sharing her as were the other two guys as they similarly sandwiched that other girl like a pig on a spit. Meanwhile Misses Shehe had coaxed little Jackie into allowing her restrained husband’s cock up her ass, probably her first time with anal while she ate out the teen’s pussy, again probably a first for her. Everyone else had gone to other spit tests, depositing their phlegm into the mouths of a few test subjects. So far I didn’t see any evidence that my minions could spread my power second-hand, but there were still a few options left.

Time to take a break, I decided as I had a seat and just watched the scene for a few minutes. But soon my eyes grew heavy and they closed, just for a moment.

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Alice confesses her feelings to Mary.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Alice

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Giggling, we burst into the Wedding Lace, a bridal shop near my house. It was Tuesday afternoon, and I was here to for my wedding dress’s second fitting. The seamstress was finished with the alterations and we had to make sure that her adjustments correct. Her name was Bonnie, and she was a purple-haired beauty covered in piercings. Even her cunt was pierced and I remembered how I played with the silver ring in her labia as I ate her pussy out during the first fitting. And her tongue piercing, I shivered just remember ho great it when Bonnie ran it through my slit. I was getting a little wet just thinking about it.

My three bridesmaids were with me: Mark’s younger sister Antsy and my two sisters, Shannon and Missy. We were also going to select the bridesmaids dresses and get their fittings taken care of. My maid-of-honor, Alice, was also meeting us here. I hadn’t seen her in a week, not since she found me in the motel up in Seattle and drove me home after the big fight I had with Mark. Mark was under this spell from a nun and it almost drove us apart. All week Alice has been bugging me to get together and she sound so happy to be able to see me today when we spoke on the phone.

“Remember ladies, be on your best behavior,” I warned my bridesmaids. “Alice, doesn’t know about any of this. I want her to be kept away from all of this and be normal.”

Shannon frowned at me, slipping into her mother role. When our whore of mother left us, Shannon had to take her place. She had to grow up a little too quickly and liked to forget I wasn’t a child anymore. “You didn’t keep us away from this,” Shannon pointed out. “I seemed to remember how eager you were to get me and Missy into bed.”

“Mark and I needed your help,” I explained, half apologetically. “And, well, that left you vulnerable to our enemies. Alice is under no commands. I told her to ignore my orders and Mark hasn’t given her any, either. So, she has a silver aura so she can’t be touched by a nun.”

“I had a silver aura,” Antsy pointed out. The latest nun, her name was Theodora according to Antsy, tried to break Mark and I up. The nun’s spell made Mark and Antsy obsessed with each other. I guess the nun wanted to split us apart to to make it easier to pick us off. And it almost worked. But, Mark’s behavior changed too radically and I became suspicious and found a way to break the spell.

“Well…” I trailed off, frowning. Antsy was right. There was a lot we didn’t know. The sooner Sam, our newest slut, finished translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, the better. “Well, Mark and I are protected against that spell, now. So it would be pointless for any nun to go after Alice that way.”

We entered the Wedding Lace and Bonnie smiled and walked up and boldly kissed me. Alice was in the back and she was glaring daggers at Bonnie. She pushed past Bonnie and kissed me, just as boldly, and for twice as long. The kiss was great, her lips soft and left me a little breathless, but I wondered what has gotten into her, lately. She just seemed so possessive of me.

“Why am I not surprised that you sleep with your bridesmaids, too,” Bonnie giggled.

Alice answered, “Well, not all of them, I hope.” There was an edge to her voice. Jealousy? No, that couldn’t be it. “Two of them are her sisters.”

I laughed and ignored the comment. “It’s great to see you, too, Alice,” I told her with a smile. “And you know Shannon and Missy, of course.”

“Hey, Alice,” Shannon said, hugging her old friend from High School. “It’s good to see you.”

“I hear you’re engaged,” Alice said, kissing Shannon on the cheek. “To George, right.”

Shannon beamed. “Yeah, I guess I’ll need to come back and start shopping for my wedding dress.”

“Well, I’m happy for you,” Alice told her and gave Shannon a warm hug.

Shannon held her tightly, and bent down to whisper, “So, you’ll bang my little sister but not me.”

Alice flushed. “I…what…”

Shannon laughed. “You are so easy to tease, Alice.” Shannon gave Alice a kiss on the cheek, and asked, “And how’s Dean doing?”

Alice ignored the question about her husband, and instead ruffled Missy’s hair. “How’s it hanging, pipsqueak.” I knew Dean and Alice were having martial problems. Dean worked too much and did not spend enough time with Alice. His neglect had already led her to have one affair with her yoga instructor.

Missy scowled at Alice, patting at her hair. “I’m fifteen, now,” she complained. “Not a little girl anymore.”

Alice hugged her. “But you’ll always be my little pipsqueak.”

I could see Missy grinding her teeth. She desperately wanted to be treated like an adult now that she was fifteen and I wanted to head off a Missy-tantrum before it started. “C’mon, let’s look at the bridesmaids dresses. Unless you want me to put you in something just ugly.”

“You wouldn’t!” Missy gasped.

“Well, it’s my special day and I do not want my little sister looking hotter than me!” I grinned at Missy.

We started browsing the shelves and I handed Alice a ruffled, pale blue dress. “Let’s see how this looks on you,” I told her.

“But I like this cream one,” Missy complained, holding up a dress.

“Then go try it on,” I told her. “And we’ll see which dress looks nicer.”

Alice took the dress and walked into a changing room. “Um, Mary, could you help me with this,” Alice called.

I smiled, she was so transparent. I slipped into the changing room and found Alice naked, a smile playing on her full, kissable lips, lighting up her round face. Black curls framed her face, drawing the eyes to her perfect features and enchanting, hazel eyes. Her breasts were perky, about my size, and her hips curvy. Her pussy was freshly shaven and moist with excitement.

“I just need you so badly,” she whispered. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know, it’s just been so busy,” I sighed. “How about tomorrow, at the usual spot?”

Alice’s eyes lit up. “I’d love that. Now kiss me you sexy vixen!”

I pressed her up against the wall, kissing her on the mouth. Her lips were soft and tasted sweet. Her tongue fenced with mine as I trailed my fingers down her side, following her hip and sliding down to the wet furnace between her legs. Her body twitched as my finger’s lightly caressed her clit, then I slid them up inside her juicy depths.

She moaned into my mouth, her eyes closed tight as she writhed on my fingers. I found her hard clit with the heal of my hand, slowly grinding on the sensitive pearl as I fucked my two fingers in and out of her wet tunnel. Her hands gripped my face, pulled me tighter against her lips. Her body spasmed beneath me, the little minx was so hot for me she was already cumming. I pulled my sticky fingers out, broke the kiss and licked the juices slowly off my fingers.

“Thanks,” Alice gasped. “I needed that.”

“And what about what I need?” I asked her archly, pulling up the front of my skirt, exposing my wet slit.

Alice glanced nervously out the door. “What about your sisters and that other girl?”

“They won’t care.”

“Okay,” she sighed happily, kneeling down before me.

Her hands were almost trembling, the poor dear, as she spread my thighs. I leaned back against the dressing room wall and sighed as she licked up my slit. Her tongue was rough velvet on my pussy, feeling just delicious. A second swipe across my cunt, and this time she brushed my clit and I shivered in pleasure. Then her tongue dug eagerly into me, lapping hard at my pussy. Alice was a like a starving girl, feasting on the delicacies of my pussy.

Her hands gripped my plump ass, squeezing my cheeks as her tongue dug up inside my cunt. My breath quickened. If the little minx kept this up, I’d be cumming in no time. I let out a soft moan as her tongue flicked rapidly at my clit. Then her lips sealed over my little bud and sucked hard as she shoved two fingers up inside me, curling about and finding my G-spot. My orgasm exploded through me, quaking through my entire body and a loud gasp escaped my lips.

When I slipped out of the dressing room, Shannon and Antsy applaud. “Sounded like a good one, Mary!” Antsy smirked.

“Thanks for making my little sister happy,” Shannon hollered into the stall where Alice was slipping on the blue dress.

“Uh, you’re welcome, Shannon,” Alice answered back, sounding uncertain.

Missy came out in her cream dress. The shoulders were ruffled lace, gathered to look like flowers, with a scooped neckline that showed off Missy’s rather small cleavage. The arms were left bare and the dress hugged Missy’s torso then flared at the hips into a flowing, satin skirt.

“Oh, don’t you just look gorgeous,” Bonnie cooed.

“You look hot,” Antsy purred.

Missy flushed bright red. “Do I really?”

“Yeah, Missy,” I told her. Alice came out in the pale blue dress and it just didn’t compare to the cream one. Even Alice agreed. “Then its settled.”

We laughed and giggled as each of the girls was measured. Antsy and my sisters were taking after me, and stopped wearing underwear. All their tits were perky enough to get away with it, though Shannon’s tits were only barely able to. She was starting to sag, but it wasn’t that noticeable. Bonnie seemed to have fun accidentally brushing the girls.

“Umm, you have skilled fingers,” Antsy purred as Bonnie “measured” her inseam for a very long time. The tape measure kept slipping out of her hand when she reached Antsy crouch and Bonnie’s fingers kept rubbing through her shaved slit.

“I have to get Mary’s wedding dress out of the back,” Bonnie said when she finished Antsy, the last girl to be measured.

“Oh, let me help you,” Antsy said excitedly.

We all giggled as we heard their moans of pleasure from the back, even Alice. “Mary, where did you find this seamstress?”

“I just get lucky with the ladies,” I told her with a wink.

Another loud gasp came from the back room and Alice had a flush on her cheeks. She looked so cute, I pulled her into my lap and started to kiss her. Her tongue played with mine, dancing about inside my mouth as I tasted her sweet lips. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Missy sit in Shannon’s lap and my sisters started to make out. They were supposed to be on their best behavior.

Well, I would need to keep Alice distracted. She was wearing a tight blouse with delicate little buttons down the front. My fingers deftly undid her blouse, exposing her black bra cupping her breasts. I slid my hands behind her back and unclasped her bra exposing her beautiful, small breasts and their hard nipples.

“What are you doing?” Alice hissed, breaking the kiss. “We’re not alone.”

“That’s what makes it fun,” I giggled and pulled her back in a kiss.

Her bra was off and her perky tits were exposed, her aerola pink and wrinkled and a hard nipple thrust out of the center. I fingered a hard nipple and just had to suck on one. I broke the kiss and bent down to suck a nipple into my mouth, rolling it around my tongue. Alice moaned softly and the gasped in alarm.

“Mary your sisters are…” she started to shout, but I cut her off with another kiss.

Missy had her shorts pulled down, bunched around her ankles and Shannon was fingering her little cunt. There were only a few wisps of light, red hair between covering Missy’s teenage pussy. Missy was a late bloomer, her breasts just budding and her hips were still boyish slim.

“Expressing their love for each other,” I finished when I broke the kiss. “Aren’t they beautiful together?”

“I guess,” Alice muttered then a suspicious look filled her face and she stared at me accusingly.

“Yeah, I’ve expressed my sisterly love with them,” I answered.

Alice frowned then she was kissing my passionately, her tongue shoved into my mouth. I grasped one of her breasts, playing with it in my hand. I enjoyed the way a woman’s breasts felt when you squeezed it, soft and firm, and topped with that sensitive little nub. I rubbed her aerola in circles as her hands pushed into the bodice of my dress and started playing with my freckled tits. Her fingers felt amazing on my nipples.

“Ahem,” Bonnie said, clearing her throat loudly. “If you’re ready, Mary.”

I broke the kiss and saw a flushed and disheveled Bonnie, holding my beautiful dress. Behind her stood Antsy, a pleased grin on her face as she licked her sticky lips. Alice pouted that we had to stop kissing then perked up as a stripped naked and stood up on the little plinth.

Shannon kept right on fingering Missy. “Umm, are you gonna cum for your big sister?”

“Yes, yes!” Missy moaned. “Ohh, fuck, make me cum, Shannon!” Missy shuddered on Shannon’s lap, throwing back her long, strawberry blonde hair as she howled out in pleasure. Pleased, Shannon pulled out her sticky fingers and licked them clean.

First I had to try on the hosiery and undergarments. Bonnie held a beautiful, strapless bra. “Well, dear, you nipples should be nice and hard so we can see the full effect of the bra,” Bonnie said, her purple hair swaying about her face as she cocked her head, staring hungrily at my breasts.

“My nipples are hard,” I started to tell her, when her mouth sucked a breast into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my rock hard nubs. Her tongue felt amazing, warm and soft, contrasting with the hard, metal point of her tongue stud. She switched sides, giving my other breast the same, lavish attention.

Shannon sat next to Alice and put her arm around the black-haired woman. “What are you doing?” Alice asked, uncomfortable, her arms moving up to cover her bared breasts.

“Remember when we were seventeen and you were spending the night and I dared you to french me?” Shannon asked. Alice nodded, a fond smile appearing on her face. “Well, I wish I had the courage to do this.” Shannon kissed Alice while her hands reached out and fondled her breast. Alice stiffened, her eyes sought mine out and I smiled and nodded. Alice relaxed and began kissing Shannon back. Seventeen, huh. Was that the night Alice saw me stepping naked out of the shower when I was thirteen?

Bonnie released my breast and slipped the bra on and I smiled, modeling in the mirror. The bra cupped my breasts perfectly, two satin hands cradling my perky tits, lifting them up just enough to make it seem like I had larger breasts.

Bonnie picked up pair of bikini-cut satin panties, and frowned. “You’re all wet down there,” Bonnie said with annoyance. “Let me clean you up.”

Bonnie bent down and put her face so close to my pussy her warm breath tickled me. Then her tongue was swiping wet through my cunt. I shivered in pleasure as her tongue stud slid through my pussy and brushed my clit. Her hands grabbed my plump ass and she buried her face into my cunt, swiping her tongue over and over through my slit.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned. “Clean my pussy up! Fuck, you’re cleaning my pussy so fucking well!”

I saw Missy giggle as Antsy was whispering in her ear, playing with my little sister’s strawberry-blonde hair. Then Antsy was kissing at her neck, sliding her hands up and down Missy’s thigh. Missy slipped off the chair and spread Antsy legs and dived under the jean skirt Antsy wore and began vigorously tonguing her cunt.

Shannon was also on her knees, eating out Alice’s delicious pussy as Alice watched me, playing with her nipples. I smiled at her, one hand in Bonnie’s hair, holding the seamstress’s face into my cunt as her tongue stud drove me crazy with pleasure. Alice licked her lips at me, her eyelids fluttering with pleasure from Shannon’s ministrations, soft moans escaping her lips.

The room was filled with the sounds of women cumming, a beautiful symphony of sighs and moans and gasps, and even the occasional squeal. And the smell, I cold have died and gone to heaven. All our musk filled the room into a heady smell of horny cunt. I wasn’t going to last long on Bonnie’s tongue, and that amazing tongue stud, and soon gripped her purple hair and creamed Bonnie’s eager lips. She kept licking until all my juices were gone. Alice writhed silently on her chair, staring at me the entire time she came on Shannon’s face. Antsy screamed like a banshee when she came, grinding her cunt hard into Missy’s little face.

“Well, you’re all clean,” a breathless Bonnie said as she pulled up the satin panties. The material felt cool against my pussy. I glanced in the mirror and loved the way the panties clung to my ass. Then Bonnie slipped on the lacy garter belt and carefully pulled up the white hoses, hooking them to the garter. Then I slipped on the heels I would be wearing.

Antsy gave me a catcall. “My brother is a lucky guy,” she called.

“You look so sexy, Mary,” Missy said in awe.

Alice had a dreamy look in her face and I wondered what she was thinking about. Maybe her own wedding. I knew she was having problems in her marriage to Dean, and I wondered how it was going. She seemed so happy when they got married last November, it was sad that six month’s later she was disappointed in her marriage. She even confided in me that she cheated on her husband and almost left Dean for her yoga instructor. Unfortunately for Alice, the yoga instructor was cheating on her.

Of course, Alice is cheating on Dean with me, a little voice whispered. I frowned, was it cheating, really? We were just two friends giving comfort to each other. Alice needed some intimacy that she wasn’t getting from Dean, and I was happy to fill that void for her. Friends with benefits, they called it.

Finally, I put on the wedding dress. It was strapless, the bodice covered in white lace that then wrapped diagonally around the my torso until it reached the skirt. The skirt was made of a beautiful, ruffled fabric, that fell in many tiers, giving the skirt an elegant, bell shape. Finally, Bonnie set the veil on my head, a simple, white gauze that fell about my shoulders and covered my cleavage.

I started at myself in the mirror and started to get misty-eyed. I was so happy, I couldn’t wait for my wedding day and for Mark to see just how beautiful I was. I pictured the bouquet of white snapdragons and daisies, pink orchids, and a couple of deep purple anemone for a splash of vibrancy and imagined Dad walking me down the aisle, through the wildflower meadow on the slopes of Mount Rainier. And the happy look in Mark’s blue eyes and the boyish grin would be painted on across his face.

And unlike my whore of a mother, I won’t leave my family.

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I drove my Mustang down I-5, nearing the 705 exit to downtown Tacoma. I had Desiree and Alison with me. Alison was up front and gave me two great blowjobs on the drive over. I loved the way her tongue stud ran across my cock’s head. Desiree cheered her fiancee on while fingering her pussy in the back. In front of me was a Tenino cop car, a pair of our new bodyguards in the car. Behind us a University Place cop car followed.

Yesterday’s tryouts went well. We had over seventy cops show up and the entire family was involved in narrowing down the candidates. We took twelve from King County and twelve from Thurston County, tripling the size of our guard. I assigned a few to guard our plane, and then others would guard our family members. Anyone leaving would have two bodyguards with them and for Mary and myself, four.

When Mary left for her bridal fitting, a whole parade of cop cars followed. The media was camped outside our house. It was a daily occurrence, now. And not just the media, the paparazzi were starting to follow us. We were making national headlines, and I had to turn Jessica into our press secretary to keep on top of everything.

Libertarians lauded our no government should interfere policy in regards to the bigamy stance Mary and I have taken, Conservatives lashed out against our sexual politics, and Liberals were happy with our social conscience, as demonstrated by our Charity to help poor women get free gynecological help. And the Occupy Movement saw me as some sort of Robin Hood, sticking it to the 1% and getting away with all those bank robberies. This isn’t what I wanted when I got these powers. I just wanted to have fun, screw a few girls, but I was starting to think I could make a real difference. Maybe make this world a better place.

There was an open seat in the State House of Representatives up for election in November and Mary was urging me to throw my name in. We have a fund raiser coming up this Friday for our charity. It would be the perfect place to announce my candidacy. We already had Julius Prescott III, the billionaire I bout the plane from, on board with our charity and last night, over the phone, he promised a number of big names to show up. His wife, the beautiful Monique, had also been working to get people to come.

We arrived at the courthouse building on Tacoma Avenue. It was a large building, right next to the Pierce County Jail. The building doubled as the Pierce County Superior Court and the Tacoma Municipal Court. We walked through security, though the cops on guard duty gave my slutty bodyguards questioning stares even after they produced their badges. All of our bodyguards were still cops, still on the payroll with their departments, just on permanent assignment to protect me.

People in the courthouse stared as I marched in. Some people recognized me, shying away or staring in curiosity. Next to me, Alison swelled up, thrusting out her chest. She was wearing a too tight T-Shirt, pink, that said, “Daddy’s little girl,” only the word girl was crossed out and and “slut” was written in its place. It was the shirt she wore when I met her, back in the Hot Topic. She was such a little slut, she fucked me willingly and was excited to be my sex slave. About her neck was her gold choker, her name written in diamonds. Desiree, on the other side, was dressed more elegantly, in a tight, golden dress and heels, her nice Latina ass swaying sexily, a gold choker set with onyx tight about her throat.

“Ready to be a single woman?” I asked Desiree when we reached family court.

“She won’t be single for long,” Alison said, happily.

We were here to annul Desiree’s marriage with Brandon. Brandon disappeared to France and we haven’t heard from Doug, either. The nuns probably got to Doug. Brandon was heading to Rennes-le-Château, to the nun’s Motherhouse. And Doug wasn’t the only persons that had gone missing. It had been over two weeks since our slaves, Chantelle and Lana, set out on their Honeymoon. They were supposed to be back last Friday, but we haven’t heard from them in over a week. I had Chasity, the head of the bodyguards, and Noel, our FBI slut, tracking them down. I had a bad feeling that the nuns got to them, as well. We didn’t know about the Zimmah spell when we parted with Chantelle and Lana, so they were vulnerable to a nun’s powers. Hell, we didn’t even know about the nuns back then.

We pushed into the courtroom, a few people were waiting. You could tell the couples getting divorced because they kept glaring at each other across the aisle, shepherded by their lawyers. I saw one woman, early twenties, with green eyes and black hair, that filled out her blouse quite nicely. I sat down next to her, Alison and Desiree on the other side of me.

“You’re a pretty thing,” I whispered to the girl. “You want to make that soon to be ex-husband real jealous, why don’t you bend down and suck my cock.”

The woman smiled, her face was quite beautiful when she smiled. Her lawyers gasped, “Macy what are you doing?” as the woman bent down and unzipped my jeans.

“It’s okay,” I told her lawyer. “Just pretend likes nothing is going on back here.”

“It’s true what they say about you, Mr. Glassner” Macy whispered as she pulled my cock out. “That you get people to do whatever you want?”

“Yeah,” I told her as her lips sucked my cock in, her head bobbing up and down. “You’ll have quite the story to tell all your friends.”

Her mouth sucked hungrily at my cock and I saw her soon to be ex-husband glance over and his eyes widened in shock and disgust. He stood up and, “Just ignore us,” I said, loud enough for everyone in the court to hear my commands. Her soon to be ex-husband suddenly wasn’t sure why he was standing up and his lawyer pulled him back down.

“Alison, Desiree, you don’t have to ignore me,” I said softly, realizing my two sex slaves were suddenly not watching.

They both had big smiles on their faces and Desiree pressed up against my side. “Is she pleasing you,mi Rey?”

“Very much so,” I moaned. “Why don’t you help her out.”

“Ooh, I’d love to,” Desiree purred and bent down, licking at my shaft.

Desiree’s lips found Macy’s and she licked at the black-haired woman’s mouth. Macy sucked up my cock and the two ladies teased my cock with their tongues, flicking at the rim of the mushroom-shaped head. Pleasure surged down my cock and I leaned back into the bench and enjoyed their ministrations.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw movement and glanced over to watch Alison hike up her fiancee’s skirt, exposing her full, Latina ass. She spread her nut-brown cheeks and bent over to lick her tongue across Desiree’s pink asshole. Alison sealed her lips over the puckered anus and shoved her tongue inside her ass.

“Hmm, mi Sirenita Desiree moaned. “Lick my ass.”

Macy’s lips were sucking my cock back into her mouth and Desiree licked down and started sucking on my nuts. Playing with the sensitive balls as Macy sucked and bobbed her head. I moaned, the two sluts were getting me closer and closer to cumming.

“You fucking sluts feel great,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, here it cums!”

White cream shot into Macy’s lips and Desiree was ready to kiss the girl and get a taste of her Master’s cum. Macy sat up, licking the last of the cum off her lips as Desiree began to moan louder and louder. Alison was sucking on her ass and was playing with her clit, rolling it softly between her fingers. Desiree threw back her head as she came on Alison’s hungry lips.

“Macy, why don’t you pull those Capris down and let me stick my cock up your ass,” I ordered.

Macy gave a throaty purr and stood up, unbuttoning her cerulean Capri pants and pushing them off her tight ass. “You like my ass?” she asked, wiggling her firm butt in my face as she pulled down her white panties. “I’ve been doing yoga to get my body all nice and tight for the next guy who comes along.”

“Well, it’s paying off,” I told her, giving her firm ass a squeeze.

“All rise,” the Bailiff shouted, “the Honorable Judge Harriet Severijns presiding.”

I rose up, spreading her ass cheeks and finding that puckered hole. Macy braced herself against the back of the bench in front of us as my cock rammed into her ass. “Oh, fuck!” Macy gasped and I could see a heavyset woman in black robes and badly dyed, red hair, waddle from her chambers and walk up to her bench. “Umm, fuck that’s nice!” Macy moaned wantonly, her voice echoing off the courtroom walls.

The judge frowned and then her eyes opened in surprise and she slammed her gavel down. “Bailiff!” she shouted.

“Ignore us, Your Honor!” I shouted as my balls slapped against Macy’s taint. Her ass was velvety tight on my cock.

The judge froze, holding up her gavel. The Bailiff looked questioningly at the Judge. The judge shook her head, confused, then she turned to her law clerk who handed her a docket. The judge called up the first case as I pounded Macy’s ass.

“Hmm, you got a nice, tight ass!” I groaned.

“Thanks,” she purred, looking over her shoulder at me, her green eyes sparkling with lust.

“Fuck her slutty ass, Master,” Alison moaned.

I glanced over to see Alison’s top off, her hard nipples pierced by silver barbells heaved as Alison writhed on Desiree’s tongue. The Latina slut had slipped to the floor and pushed up Alison’s skirt to eat out her tight, teenage cunt. I could see Alison’s tattoo that read, “Cum on in” above her pussy, with an arrow that pointed down so it was crystal clear just where Alison wanted you to cum.

I watched Alison pinch and pull on her nipples as Desiree ate her cunt. Macy was moaning low and loud, almost a throaty purr, as I pounded her ass. My balls were starting to churn, getting ready to cream the soon-to-be divorcee’s ass. Just a few more strokes and I would be there. In and out went my cock, her anal walls squeezing like a tight fist on my cock. Slam in and pull out. I grit my teeth, slammed in and exploded in her ass.

“Ohh, fuck!” she moaned. “Ohh, fuck, oh fuck! Oh goddamn fucking fuck!” She bucked and squirmed in my arms, her ass spasming on my cock as an orgasm rolled through her body.

Sighing happily, I pulled out of her ass, white cum leaking out of her puckered hole. “Umm, pull up your panties and enjoy my cum up your ass all day,” I panted, sitting down on the bench.

“Oohh, let me clean you up, Master,” Alison purred, and bent down to lick at my dirty cock. Her tongue-stud felt amazing as it rubbed hard across my cock as Macy pulled up her panties and Capris and set down, squirming in her seat.

“Desiree Fitzsimmons,” the judge called out, boredly.

Desiree was going to town on Alison’s cunt and Alison was moaning around my cock as she bobbed her head. My cock was long clean of Macy’s ass, but Alison wanted a taste of my cum. She was sucking hard, and I would soon be rewarding her effort with a load of my cream.

“Desiree Fitzsimmons!” The judge sounded irritated, now. “Is Desiree Fitzsimmons here?” The judge looked around the courtroom. “Fine, case…”

“Give us a minute, Your Honor!” I groaned. “We’re almost finished back here.”

The judge frowned, but she waited patiently as Alison just gobbled my cock. I gripped her bubblegum pink hair and fucked her mouth with short thrusts of my hip. Alison started to convulse on the bench as her orgasm rolled through her body. Desiree took one last lick through Alison’s cunt, sending a last shudder through the teenage slut’s body.

“You’re doing great, Alison!” I moaned as Desiree stood up, licking at the cunt juices staining her lips. “Here it cums!” I exploded in her mouth and Alison drank it all down like a pro.

“Thank you, Master,” Alison sighed happily and stood up and pressed her body up against Desiree’s and gave her fiancee a taste of my cum.

Alison bent down to pull on her shirt, but I stopped her. “Your tits are too beautiful to be covered up, Alison.”

She flushed. “Thank you, Master.”

Desiree walked up to the podium and Alison and I followed, my hand on the little slut’s waist, her naked breast brushing against my side. “I’m Desiree, Your Honor.”

“And who are those with you?”

“I’m Mark Glassner,” I interjected. “Just do whatever Desiree wants.”

“And I’m Alison Hertz, Desiree’s girlfriend.”

The judge frowned. “And where is your top, young lady.”
“My tits are too amazing to be covered up!” Alison declared, cupping one of breasts.
“People wear clothes in my courtroom,” the judge snarled, grabbing her gavel. “I find you in contempt of…”

“Your Honor,” I interrupted. “No woman should have to cover her tits up if they look as amazing as Alison’s. Don’t you agree, Your Honor?”

The judge nodded in agreement, her fleshy chins wobbling. “You’re right, Mr. Glassner. A woman should be free to expose her breasts.” The judge paused. “And those are a beautiful pair of breasts, young lady.”

“Thanks, Your Honor,” Alison said, posing like a pin-up model.

The judge flushed and cleared her throat, looking down at her documents. “Mrs. Fitzsimmons, you are seeking to annul your marriage of four months to Brandon Fitzsimmons.”

“Yes, Your Honor, I would be really happy if you would grant the annulment,” Desiree answered. “Brandon…he is not a good man. And he is never around. And, well, I just married him for his money.” I blinked at that. Desiree never told us she was just a gold digger. Well, it did explain how she ended up with that fat, little man.

“Granted,” the Judge answered. Her law clerk glanced in shock at the judge when she took the docket and handed the Judge the next one. “Next on the docket is…”

Alison happily hugged Desiree and we walked out of the courthouse and drove over to the County Auditor’s office on 35th Street, to get the marriage licenses. I needed to get one for Mary and myself, and Alison and Desiree were eager to get theirs as well. We each paid our $64 dollar fee and were told our license would be mailed to the house in a few days. On the drive home, Desiree got to sit in the front seat and suck my cock while Alison cheered her on.

Jessica was waiting for me when we got home in her slutty, office-lady outfit. Very short miniskirt, sheer, white blouse that you could see her breasts and nipples through. About her neck was a gold choker set with sapphires. “Master, there are several interview requests. The Today Show would like you to fly out to New York next week as well as several other interviews that can be done by satellite.”

I sighed. “Okay, set them up.”

“And then there’s this news report,” Jessica said. “The Altgrave August Alfred Bernard was found murdered last night in his home in Cologne, Germany. They say he had been dead almost a day before he was found.”

“Suspects?” I asked.

“None,” Jessica answered.

I sighed. Fucking Brandon Fitzsimmons. “Tip the authorities in Germany about Brandon Fitzsimmons,” I ordered. “The bastard most have the book, now.”

Who would have thought that Desiree’s husband would be capable of murder. A chill went through my body. That book told a person how to summon the Devil. What if Brandon made his own Pact. That would not be good. Fuck, that’s another problem we would have to deal with.

“Anything going on tomorrow?” I asked Jessica.

“Um, no sir,” Jessica answered. “Would you like to me to set up some interviews tomorrow morning, after you get back from jogging?”

“Yeah, sure,” I sighed and waved her away. “But nothing after that. A nice, peaceful day would be swell.” I could spend some time with Mary. She wanted to watch some TV show called Once Upon a Time. Some Fairy Tail bullshit she just got into. But, the company would be pleasant, at least.

Chasity walked into the living room and stood before me. “Master, I have an update on Lana and Chantelle.”

“What?” I asked eagerly. Lana and Chantelle were a pair of fun girls. They had just gotten married when Mary and I met them on their honeymoon and we just had to have them.

“They were staying at a cheap motel in Seattle for a week,” Chasity answered, consulting her notes. “The, uh, Rain City Motel, until Friday morning. There has been no activity on their credit card since then. They have not back to their house in DuPont and none of their friends or family have heard from them since they left on their honeymoon.” Chasity glanced at her notes. “Lana’s mom told me they were expected home over a week ago. The, um, fourteenth of June.”

I frowned. “Chantelle texted Mary and said they were on their honeymoon until last Friday.” I Frowned, thinking. “That would be, what, the twenty-first?” Chasity nodded. “So, Chantelle lied to us?”

“I don’t know, Master,” Chasity apologized. “That’s just what Lana’s mom said. She hasn’t heard from Lana or Chantelle and filled a missing person report on her daughter and Chantelle with the DuPont police department. I’m sorry I don’t have better news, I’ll keep searching for them.”

Chasity was looking quite lovely in her outfit and Jessica perched on the chair, talking quietly on the phone looked just gorgeous. My cock was stirring. “Jessica, hang up. Master needs to fuck you two naughty sluts.”

Jessica beamed at me, hanging up and stood up, stretching her caramel-skinned body, running a hand through her honey-brown hair as she walked over to me, standing next to Chasity, who was shaking her long, blonde hair out of her bun, falling about her shoulders. Chasity smiled and grabbed Jessica and kissed her fellow slut on the lips with gusto.

I stood up and pulled of my shirt. “Hmm,” Jessica murmured, eying my chest. “Master, you are looking better and better.”

“I know,” Chasity purred, reaching her hand out to run it across my chest. “Your jogging has really paid off, Master.”

I pulled both women to me, feeling their bodies soft bodies pressing against me and kissed them each on the lips. I slid my hand down and squeezed both their asses. “Tops off ladies, but leave the skirts.”

Chasity laughed, unbuttoning her slutty cops blouse, her lovely breasts spilled out. Jessica’s blouse was hanging open, her perky tits topped with those dark nipples came into view. I bent down and sucked on her nipple. Chasity, not to be left out, rubbed her breasts on the other side of me and I sucked one of her pink nipples in.

“Ooh, Master,” moaned Chasity.

Jessica slipped down and I felt her fish my cock out of my pants and I moaned about Chasity’s nipple as Jessica sucked my cock into her delightful mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, and I ran my fingers through her silky hair. I found Chasity’s waxed cunt with my fingers and slipped them up inside her wet hole while my thumb rubbed her clit.

“On your back, slut,” I barked at Chasity.

“Yes sir,” Chasity moaned and lay back on the floor, stretching her legs out. She looked so sexy in her thigh-high black boots and short, blue skirt. I could see her cunt peaking out between her sleek thighs.

I pulled my cock out of Jessica’s mouth. “Sit on her face.”

“Oh yes, Jessica,” Chasity moaned. “Let me eat that sweet pussy.”

Jessica straddled Chasity, lowering her cunt down and moaning as Chasity’s tongue licked up into her twat. I knelt before Chasity, grabbed her legs, lifting her ass up. I lined my cock at her wet, pink hole and thrust my cock into her wet depths. She was tight and felt velvety smooth on my cock. I stared into Jessica’s brown eyes as she rubbed her pussy on Chasity’s eager mouth, her caramel breasts heaving in pleasure. I bent over and captured one of Jessica’s dark nipples as I thrust into Chasity’s tight cunt.

“Umm, that feels so nice, Master,” Jessica moaned as I nibbled on her hard nipple.

The front door banged open. “Master!” an excited Korina called. “Where are you, Master!”

Jessica moaned in disappointment as I released her nipple. I was about to call out to Korina when the excited slut practically skip into the room, trailed by a smiling Willow. Korina had a doll’s face, sparkling blue eyes and black hair. Her arm was out of the sling since yesterday, although it still hurt some for her, but the gunshot was almost all healed and her physical therapy was going well. Only a puckered, red scar marred her otherwise flawless skin.

Willow had a happy grin on her cinnamon face. She was our doctor, running our Charity, the Women’s Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment. The new medical office was being renovated thanks to Julius Prescott’s generous $13.5 million donation to our charity over the weekend. It was half the money we paid him for his plane. With the Charity, we could stop robbing banks and have a more legitimate means of getting money. Or, at least, one that wasn’t so blatantly illegal.

“Master,” Korina squealed, kneeling down next to me as I thrust into Chasity’s cunt and threw her arms around me and kissed me on the lips.

“What’re you so excited about?” I asked, curious.

“I’m pregnant, Master!” she shouted happily and threw her arms around my neck. “We made a baby!”

I was speechless. I stopped thrusting in Chasity’s cunt. I glanced at Willow and she nodded. “It’s not a Lilith baby or anything,” she answered. Karen was lying unconscious in the hospital with a baby Lilith planted in her belly. The baby was growing seven times as fast as a normal infant. “I put her date of conception at June ninth, sixteen days ago,” Willow continued.

“The hotel in Seattle,” Korina giggled. “Or the night before during the orgy.”

I smiled. The night I proposed to Mary. We had a wild orgy at the Sky City Restaurant. Chantelle and Lana were with us that night. That was the last time we saw them, I realized with a pang. We had six of the pretty servers attend us as our fuck-waitress. And we fucked them good and hard. We ended up keeping Xiu, Fiona, and Korina as our sex slaves.

“I’m going to be a dad?” I gaped, the news finally sinking in. And not like my dad. No drunk father that hits his kids and their mother. I stroked Korina’s face and kissed her. “I love you, Korina. Not as much as I love Mary, but I love you.”

A tear was trickling down Korina’s face. “I love you, too, Master.”

“…that was so hot, Antsy,” Missy said as the front door opened. It sounded like Mary and our sisters were back.

I turned to see Mary, Missy and Antsy stride into the living room. “I see you’re as horny as ever, big bro,” Antsy said, rolling her eyes.

Missy rolled her eyes too. “You’re almost as bad as Damien and our math teacher.” Damien was Missy’s boyfriend and the math teacher was Damien’s sex slave, Mrs. Corra.

I pulled out of Chasity and stood up, putting an arm around Korina and then hugging Mary to me. “We have some news,” I told her.

Mary glanced at Korina and then her eyes widened. “You’re pregnant!” Mary gasped.

“How did you…” I trailed off.

“Woman’s intuition,” Mary said, mysterious.

“I texted her,” Willow answered and Mary shot her a look that promised Willow was in store for a spanking.

Mary stroked Korina’s face. “I’m so happy for you, Korina.”

Korina seemed relieved. “I thought you might be mad, Mistress.”

“Geez, bro, you firing silver bullets out of the cock?” Antsy asked. “You knocked her up on the first go.” Apparently, I was the last to find out. But I didn’t care. I was going to be a dad.

“Well, let’s hope I didn’t fire one into your little pussy,” I joked.

Antsy laughed, then glared mockingly at me. “You better not have. I’ll be very mad if you knocked me up, Mark!”

Mary smiled. “I’m just jealous you get to have Mark’s child before me.” Mary took Korina’s hand. “Mark, you might want to finish Chasity off, she looks so eager to have your dick back in her. I’ll take care of our little expectant mother here.”

I knelt back down and slid my cock back into Chasity’s cunt as Mary spread Korina’s thighs. “Hmm, a pregnant pussy,” she murmured. “I can’t wait till your belly starts to swell. I bet you’ll look so beautiful, Korina.”

“Oh, thank you, Mistress,” Korina smiled and then moaned as Mary took a swipe through her cunt.

Willow knelt behind Mary and the Native America slut lifted Mary’s skirt and started rubbing her cunt. “Don’t think you can finger me to get out of your punishment,” Mary warned.

“I know, Mistress,” Willow answered. “I just thought your little cunny needed some attention.”

“It does,” Mary moaned. “Umm, tease my clit. Ohh, yeah. Just like that.”

Mary dove back into Korina’s pussy, lapping at the black-haired sluts cunt as Korina writhed on Mary’s tongue. Willow slipped her finger up inside Mary and then bent down and started licking at Mary’s pussy, shoving her tongue deep inside Mary’s tight pussy. I kept fucking Chasity and she kept eating Jessica’s cunt. Jessica’s eyes were squeezed shut and she pinched her nipples.

“Oh fuck, Chasity!” she gasped. “Oh fuck, right there you nasty slut, keep licking me there!”

Chasity drank Jessica’s cunt juices as the bi-racial slut came on Chasity’s sweet mouth. Jessica slid off Chasity, smiling happily and I bent over and captured Chasity’s mouth in a kiss tasting Jessica’s sweet, sour flavor on her Chasity’s lips as I fucked her harder and harder. Chasity bucked beneath me, her cunt squeezing on my cock as she came hard, sucking on my lips. I thrust into her again, and again. My balls tightening and then that sweet explosion as my cum shot into her, filling her slutty pussy.

“Oh, thank you Master,” Chasity gushed. “Hmm, that was a great cum.”

I pulled out of her, leaving a creamy mess. Antsy and Missy were making out on a chair. Missy sat in Antsy’s lap and my little sister finger Mary’s little sister. From the doorway I saw Fiona and Xiu watching us. Fiona had her arms wrapped around Xiu, her fingers rapidly fucking in and out of the busty, Asian slut’s cunt.

Korina was squirming on the couch, clutching Mary’s face to her cunt. “I’m cumming! Oh yes! Mmhh, Mistress you sure know how to make me happy! Yes, yes! Thank you, thank you!”

I sat on the couch next to Korina and kissed her on the mouth. Mary smiled up at me and crawled on up, straddling my waist. “Willow’s got me nice a primed for you,” she whispered, hotly. “Ready to give your filly a good ride.” My cock was rising beneath her, poking at her cunt. “Mmhh, I’ll take that as a yes.”

As Mary slid my cock into her tight sheathe, I kissed her, tasting Korina’s sweet musk. I moaned softly as Mary sank all the way down on my cock. I put an arm around Korina and pulled her against me as my fiancee rode my cock. I could hear the sweet sounds of women making love all about me. Chasity gasping as Jessica began to clean her dirty cunt with her tongue. Missy’s moaning as Antsy slipped to the floor and gave her pussy a good licking. Xiu was panting as Fiona fingered her to an orgasm with one hand, and pulled hard on her pierced nipples with the other.

Mary kissed and nuzzled at my neck, and then whispered, “My period comes on Friday. When it’s over, I’m going off the pill. It’s not fair you knocked up one of the sluts before me.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of babysitters,” I joked and Mary threw back her head and laughed and then rode me hard until we were both gasping in pleasure.

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Wednesday morning dawned beautifully. The media was gathered outside, as usual. Well, really the paparazzi at this point. We jogged by with our jogging sluts getting our pictures taken. A few of the more attractive female reporters, including Debra Horne-Dannell from Q13 Fox, were joining us, now. People would be waiting for us as we jogged by. Some protesting our nudity and others encouraging us, holding signs to show their support. Any attractive woman could join us and jog naked it they wanted to.

When we got back, Mary and I gave two news interviews via satellite with some local news, Q13 and KING 5. It was in interesting experience with the hot lamps in our faces and this thick, almost pancake makeup shoved on our faces so we looked “normal” on the camera. We promoted our charity and Mary let some subtle hints drop about me running for that empty State Representative seat.

“Why don’t you run?” I asked Mary between interviews, half-joking and half-serious. I wasn’t sure I wanted to get into politics.

“You’re the better liar, Mark,” Mary said with a grin. “Plus, then I get to be the power behind the throne, so to speak.”

“And, how are you going to control me?”

The smile on Mary’s face turned mischievous and she reached out and grabbed my cock. “With the joystick between your legs.”

I laughed and kissed my sweet Mary, and then the next interview started up.

Finally, we got to eat some breakfast and Mary and I settled down on the couch and watched this Once Upon a Time on Netflix. And to my surprise, it was good. Somehow it skirted this fine line between corny and schmaltzy. The show had heart and I found myself getting into the show. Once Upon a Time reminded me, weirdly, of the first season of Lost.

The fifth episode ended and Mary stood up, stretching, and then walked upstairs. I frowned, and I almost asked her what she was up to when the next episode started. I paused it, glancing upstairs and wondered what was taking so long. I was excited to start the next episode. After a few minutes she came downstairs dressed in a simple, flowery sundress with thigh-high boots that came just to the hem of her skirt, leaving only an inch of pale thigh was exposed.

“Well, I got to get going, hun,” she said and kissed me. She was wearing a flowery perfume that she must have just put on.

“Where to?” I asked. “I’m bored, maybe I’ll come along.”

She gave me a confused look. “I told you I was seeing Alice today, right?”

Alice. The name left a bad taste in my mouth. I’d met her once, the day we bought all the houses on the street, and we did not hit it off. It was clear as day that the woman was in love with Mary and jealous of me. I looked Mary up and down, frowning. She put on lipstick, too. She was dressed up to go see her lover and that made the bad taste in my mouth worst.

“I thought we could spend the day together,” I told her.

“Sorry,” Mary shrugged. “Alice has been bugging me all week to get together. There was nothing going on today, so I told her we could get together.”

“Well, cancel and spend the day with me,” I said, putting on my most winning smiling.

Mary kissed me. “I’ll only be a few hours.”

“In that motel room?”

“Yeah,” Mary frowned. “What’s wrong, Mark.”

“Oh, nothing, my fiancee’s just all dolled up to go see her lover,” I said.

“She’s just my friend, Mark.” There was a tightness in her voice.

“You don’t spend hours in a motel room with someone who is ‘just a friend,’ Mary.”

She drew in a deep breath, her face reddening. “What I do with my friends is none of your business, Mark.”

“Well, I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not your slave, Mark!” she yelled. “You made that choice and there’s no going back!”

“Fuck, that was a mistake!” I shouted back. “Why can’t you just drop it!”

She laughed, an angry, mocking laugh. “I would if you’d stop trying to treat me like one of your whores! I can go when I want and do what I want, Mark!”

“And I’m just supposed to be happy when you I see you all dolled up and off to see your lover?”

“I don’t care about all the whores you fuck, Mark!” she shrieked back.

“I don’t love those whores, Mary,” I screamed at her.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t love her, Mark?”

“Maybe you should tell that to Alice!” I angrily pointed out.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded.

“It’s as plain as day that she loves you, Mary. Open up your fucking eyes!”

Her nose flared and she tossed her mane of auburn hair. “Goodbye, Mark,” she hissed. “Hopefully you want be such a dick when I get home.” She slammed the door hard as she left the house

“God dammit,” I muttered to myself.

The moment she was out the door, I regretted the entire fight. I knew Mary loved me. I knew I shouldn’t be jealous of Alice. But that memory of Alice glaring at me while I hugged Mary that day still galled me. Alice had been so possessive of Mary. Of my Mary. I just wanted to track Alice down and set her straight, but that would just make Mary even angrier at me. Mary didn’t want her friend controlled, and I promised not to use my powers on her.

Fuck, I should go apologize to Mary. I stepped out of the house to just see her race off up the street in her red Eos convertible, her auburn hair blowing behind her in the breeze. I had seen her drive off angrily like that once before, at Spinnasse in Seattle when I called her ugly. That had been the spell talking, not my real feelings.

This time it was all me.

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I couldn’t believe Mark. I wanted to claw his eyes out for being such a pigheaded fool. How could he be jealous of Alice. She was just a friend. Sure, we had sex. But I was fucking my entire family now, and Mark’s family as well. Sex had just become a way of showing any sort of affection for me. And it was Mark’s own, horny fault I was this way.

I was furious the entire drive out to Parkland and the Blue Spruce Motel. Alice was already at the motel, in Room 15 according to her text. I parked my car and knocked on the door. Alice answered in a black teddy trimmed in red lace. The material was transparent and I could see her nipples through the lace of the bodice, pink against the black fabric.

“Hello,” Alice purred and I was on her, pushing her back onto the bed.

She had on a pair of flimsy, black panties and I just ripped them off. Her cunt was shaved and I dove into the tangy, sweet pussy, lapping angrily with my tongue, taking all my frustrations with Mark out on her delicious pussy. I took two fingers and jabbed them up her cunt as my tongue flicked at her clit.

“Oh, fuck!” Alice moaned. “Oh, yes, Mary! Fuck, eat my cunt! Oh, fuck! Oh, sweet Jesus fuck!”

I assaulted her pussy, letting my anger with Mark vanish into her steamy cunt. This is what friends were for, helping each other deal with their problems. And right now I needed to deal with the anger I felt at Mark. Feeling Alice’s fingers in my hair, her sleek thighs on my cheek, and her juicy cunt on my lips, I was starting to feel better.

Mark was only jealous because he loved me. He just wanted to spend a quiet day with me. Maybe I could have just seen Alice another day. And maybe if he hadn’t been such a dick about it, I very well might have. I was sucking at her clit, my fingers furiously fucking in and out of her cunt, bringing Alice closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Oh yes! Oh God fucking yes!” she panted as she writhed on the bed. “Oh fuck, that’s so amazing! Keep doing that, oh my sweet Mary!” She began to spasm, writhing on the bed, a flood of fresh juices found my lips. “Oh, my sweet Mary! How I love you!”

What was did she just say? That she loved me. Could Mark be right? No, that couldn’t be it. I was just giving her some great head. It was only the heat of the moment talking. I crawled up the bed and gave her a kiss on the lips, letting Alice taste her delicious pussy.

“Wow,” she panted. “What’s gotten into you.”

“Nothing,” I sighed, nuzzling her neck.

“Tell me, I can see somethings bothering you.”

“Just Mark,” I said in irritation. “We had a fight.”

“Oh,” she said, a hint of something in her voice. Hope? “What did you fight about?”

“About you,” I confessed. “Mark suddenly got real jealous and possessive. He told me not to come see you.”

Alice reached over and touched my face. “Maybe it was a mistake that you got back together with him. I mean, he did dump you for that other chick. And said those mean things about you.”

“That’s not what happened,” I sighed. If I explained what happened, I would have to tell Alice about all of it. And I didn’t want to. With Alice, I could almost pretend like I was a normal person. “It’s not a mistake. We love each other.”

“Then why’s he telling you what to do?” Alice asked. “Why is he trying to control you. That doesn’t sound like love.”

“It was just a stupid fight, Alice,” I protested. “He just wanted to spend the day with me and was disappointed that I made plans. And he’s a little jealous of you. He thinks you’re in love with me.” I laughed. “Silly, right. I tried to tell him we were just friends.”

Alice bit her lip, but didn’t laugh.

“Right, we’re just friends, Alice?”

Alice suddenly kissed me. “Oh, Mary. I’ve loved you ever since I saw you naked that day when you were thirteen.” She kissed me again, I was too stunned to resist. “I’m leaving Dean. It’s over between us.” She clasped my hand. What was going on here? “Mary, I love you so much. More than Mark could possibly love you. I wouldn’t need any other woman but you. Or a man. We can be together and be happy. I would never make you cry and cheat on you, like Mark.” The way she said his name, so full of contempt and hatred.

“But…” I tried to think, to wrap my brain about what was going on.

“I’m tired of meeting in motel rooms,” Alice pressed on. “I want the world to know about us.”

“But I don’t love you, Alice,” I finally got out. “I mean, I had a lot of fun with you.”

“Fun?” Alice had an icy tone to her words and she let go of my hands. “That’s all this was. Just fun. What about the connection, the intimacy. I thought we meant something to each other.”

“That came out wrong,” I apologized, struggling to find the right words to calm Alice down. “We have something. We’re friends, we help each other out. We make each other feel better.”

“Well I want more, Mary,” she said, grasping my hand. “I need you, Mary. I can’t share you with him.” She made “him” sound like a dirty word. “To think about him on you, inside you. I thought I finally had you last week and yet you stayed with him. He’s wrong for you, Mary, can’t you see that.”

“And you’re right for me?” I demanded, suddenly angry at Alice for putting me in this situation. “Christ, Alice. We just meet in a motel a few times a week to fuck and you want me to run off with you. You want me to give up the person I love most in the world for someone I just fuck?”

There was hurt in Alice’s eyes. “Please, Mary. You have to see what a bastard he is. How can you love a man like that?”

I frowned, she wasn’t wrong. “That doesn’t change how I feel, Alice. I love him.”

“Then go!” she shrieked. “Go back to him and be his whore! Go and let him drag you down into his filth! I won’t be there to catch you when he casts you aside for whatever cunt gets his dick hard for next week.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening a second time one day as I stormed off. I slammed the door of my Eos and squealed the tires as I tore off out of the parking lot. This was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing Wednesday. Not the frustrating and confusing mess that it had become. Behind me, the bodyguards were racing to catch up, their sirens blaring as I floored it down Pacific Avenue.

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The door slammed, the culmination of the argument happening in Room 15. I moved to the door, the maid’s keys clutched in my sweaty hand. The maid, herself, was gagged and handcuffed in the back of the motel room, being babysat by Duncan and Irene, two of the SWAT officers under my control. King and Dennis, the other two, waited in the SWAT van around the corner.

Last night, my Sisters and I took control of the remaining eight SWAT officers, giving us four each.. Isabella and Agnes were waiting near Mark Glassner’s house with their men. There was only one thing left to do. I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out into the sunny, June day. I was dressed in the maid’s clothing, a gray smock with a white apron, the type of uniform you will see a maid wear at any motel, and I walked over to room 15.

A deep breath to calm my roiling stomach, and then I slipped the maid’s keys into the lock. “Housekeeping,” I announced, slipping into the room.

On the bed was a woman in a black teddy who was quickly pulling her covers across her lap. I saw a momentary glimpse of a shaved pussy between her thighs. She had beautiful, black hair that framed what would have been a pretty face. Now it was puffy mess from crying, black mascara leaving unsightly streaks down her cheeks and her hazel eyes were bloodshot.

“What!” the woman gasped. “Don’t you knock.”

“Sorry,” I lied. “Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong,” I told her sitting on the bed next to her. I was using my motherly voice and memories of comforting my own daughters floated up in my mind.

“Nothing,” she said, wiping at her tears. “Just, just leave.”

“I’m Theodora,” I told her. “What’s your name, sweetie.”

“Alice,” she answered.

I grabbed her hand. I needed to perform the Qannow spell on her. I scooted closer. “You can tell me,” I told her, putting on the friendliest, most motherly smile.

“I…I…my girlfriend left me,” she sobbed and I hugged her to my chest. Her tears wetted the front of my smock as I held her.

“Oh how terrible,” I said, rocking the girl. “Why did she leave such a beautiful girl like you?”

She sniffed. “Her fiancee,” Alice bitterly said. “She just wanted to fool around with me.” She sniffed. “It was just fun, Mary said.” More sobs wracked her body. “I thought we had something!”

“I bet you would do anything to be with her?” I asked, my heart hammering.

“I love her,” she moaned. “I love her so much! I would do anything to have my Mary back!”

“Qannow,” I whispered and she stiffened in my arm as the spell took effect.

“I…I have to go,” Alice suddenly said, wiping at her tears. “I needed to get something from home. And then Mary and I can be together.”

I sighed in relief, slipping out of the room as Alice got dressed. My stomach was roiling with nerves. I couldn’t wait for this to be done. No mission had ever stressed me out so much as this one. Ramiel told me the plan should be almost guaranteed to succeed. Alice, under the Qannow spell would stop the Warlocks and I would not have to unleash the SWAT officers.

I collected the two from the motel room, dressed in their black fatigues and body armor, their MP5 sub-machine gun’s dangling from straps across their torsos. They had black ski masks and black helmets and looked positively terrifying. Both were big, even the woman, Irene, and the body armor and gear just made them seem bulkier.

God, people will die if I unleash them. I didn’t want that blood on my hands. We reached the van and King tossed me a spare flak jacket. It was heavy and tight on my chest, as I velcroed the straps, pressing against my breasts. The helmet on my head felt even heavier than the body armor as I strapped it tightly under my chin.

“Let’s go,” I ordered and Dennis started the van. It would all be over soon.

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I picked up the phone a dozen times to call Mary and apologize for the fight. And set it right back down. I didn’t want her to get more mad with me for interrupting them. It still left a bitter taste in my mouth, but Mary was right. I had the opportunity to keep her as my slave and I choose to give her back her freedom. And that meant she could do things I didn’t want her too. I just had to trust her.

“Master,” Jessica said, walking up. “Debra Horne-Dannell from Q13 Fox is doing a story on you. She wants to get some B-roll of the house.”

I frowned at Jessica, “What?”

“They want to film the outside of the house for the story,” Jessica answered. “It’s very common to collect B-Roll. And the story will be a good piece.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, dismissively. I really could care less about a story.

“Then, I’ll let the guards at the entrance know,” Jessica said with a smile.

I grunted and started staring at my phone again. I was considering sending a text message to Mary. I know, not the most personal way to apologize. But, I just wanted to let Mary know I was sorry. Plus, a text was less likely to interrupt her and Alice.

The door opened and I looked hopefully at the small hallway that led to the front door. Mary slumped into the living room looking miserable. It hadn’t been that long since she left. I mean, it felt almost like an eternity to me, but really it was only an hour. Clearly her…whatever with Alice didn’t go well. I stood up, swallowing and for a moment as we stared at each other, awkwardly.

“Mare, I’m sorry,” I finally said. “I was…I can’t tell you what to do. That’s wrong. I’m sorry.”

She sighed and hugged me, her flowery perfume smelled intoxicating to my nose. “It’s fine,” Mary sighed.

“It’s not fine,” I said, staring into her green eyes. “I love you and I have to trust you. I believe you when you say don’t love Alice. I’m sorry for getting jealous.”

Mary laughed bitterly. “You weren’t the only one.”

“What?” I asked. “Who are you jealous of?”

“No, Alice,” Mary sighed and sat down on the couch, patting the spot next to her. I sat down and she cuddled up to me. “Alice confessed her love to me, today. She told me I had to choose. You or her.”

I wanted to say I was right, but I sense that was the wrong thing to say. Still, I was right, I thought happily. Instead, I said, “What happened?”

“We fought,” Mary said. “She wasn’t happy that I choose you. I guess I need a new maid-of-honor.”

“I’m sure you guys can work it out,” I said, carefully, trying to hide how pleased I was at the news.

“She asked me to leave you and run away with her, how do you work that out?” Mary asked me. “How can we go back to being friends when I had to reject her love?”

“Time,” I told her. “Alice just needs some distance to sort out her feelings out.”

“I guess,” Mary sadly sighed and snuggled up to me. “Just hold me, okay. And never leave me.”

“I won’t, Mare,” I told her. “We’ll be together forever. You wished it.”

“I sold my soul for it.” Her voice was a soft whisper.

“Do you regret it?”

“Not you.” She paused. “But, look what it’s brought us. We have to go around with guards and our families are in danger.”

“So what should we do? Go find the nun and say, ‘Hey, exorcise us?’ Is that what you want?” Mary didn’t answer, just bit her lip. “I would give it all up for you, Mare, if you really want to give it up.” I kissed her beautiful lips. “You are all I need.”

“But we’d go to prison,” Mary sighed, bitterly. “And…I’m not sure I could give it up. The power is too intoxicating. To control someone.” A shudder ran through her body. “How could I ever give that up. How could you?”

“Because I love you, Mare.”

She smiled and kissed me. Her kiss was sweet and I felt her tongue press on my lips and I relaxed my mouth and let her in. We kissed and kissed, drinking in each other. Time didn’t matter, nothing mattered by my sweet Mary and how her lips felt on mine. I slid my hand up her dress and found her breast and gently caressed her through the fabric.

I wanted to take my time with Mare. Make her feel loved. Her hands gripped my face, tracing my jawline and then running through my hair. I pushed the left strap of her dress to the side and slipped my hand into her bodice and found her perky breast and hard nipple. I traced her aerola, then gently pinched her nipple through her hand.

A throat cleared. “I’m sorry, mam,” one of our bodyguards said, interrupting us. She was 63, one of the twenty-four new recruits from Monday. “There’s an Alice Perry demanding to see you. She was stopped at the entrance.”

Mary sighed. “Send her up. I’ll talk to her.” Mary stood up and and followed 63 outside.

I walked up to the window and watched as Alice pulled up in her cream colored Jetta and got out. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but it didn’t sound friendly. Alice looked almost crazed, her black hair whipping about as she pointed and yelled. The woman just didn’t seem to understand that Mary loved me. Maybe she just needed to see us together.

I pulled on my shoes and walked outside. It was a warm day. The bodyguards were starting to gather from the houses they used as barracks along the street, watching the argument. There was Debra from Q13 Fox filming the argument. Well, I’d have to remember to order her leave this part out of her story. I walked across the lawn to the cul-de-sac. The closer I got the more crazy Alice looked. Her face was twisted ugly with jealousy. She threw her arms about, pointing wildly as she ranted.

“Mark is wrong for you!” Alice screamed. Christ there was spittle flying from her lips.

“You have to leave, Alice,” Mary pleaded. Her orders didn’t work on Alice, I realized. A faint silver outline surrounded Alice, the aura of a normal person. Mary must have told Alice to ignore her commands. Well, I could make her leave, if it came to that. Better to break my promised to Mary then to have the bodyguards force her to leave. Alice might get hurt if she resisted too much.

“Alice,” I said, walking up beside Mary. Alice’s eyes found mine and I saw hatred burning inside them, as her hands were reaching into her purse. “You have to understand…”

“Gun!” 63 shouted from behind me.

My words choked off. It felt like a gorilla was sitting on my chest, crushing me lungs. I could not breath, the weight was too heavy. Blue smoke curled from he barrel of the small gun in Alice’s hand. When did Alice draw the gun? Everything was happening so slowly. Pain was blossoming in my chest as the gun barked over and over again. I was falling backward, it seemed to take an eternity.

As I fell back I could see Mary staring in stunned horror and 63 drawing her own weapon. Alice had a triumphant smile on her face when her body jerked back as the first bullet struck her, the gun falling from her hand. A wisp of blue smoke trailed lazily out of the gun barrel as it fell. I landed on the soft grass.

I could feel every blade of soft grass itching my body, the fresh scent of cut grass filled my nostril. I was staring up at the blue sky. It was so beautiful, I realized, no white clouds marred the deep blue vista. And then the world began to grow black, starting on the edges, the shadows bleeding towards the center of my vision.

Mary’s face appeared above me. She was yelling something, pleading. Her hands were pressing at my chest. She was so beautiful. The most beautiful thing in the world. I tried to tell her that, but only blood escaped my lips. Everything was growing darker the world shrinking until there was only Mary’s perfect face. Her green eyes filled with fear, tears rolling down her freckled cheeks, her auburn hair forming a curtain about her face. I reached up to stroke her face but my arm refused to move.

She was so beautiful.

And then I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

To be continued…

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An unsuspecting coed is programmed by a borrowed VR game

“It’s the bomb,” Ximena babbled excitedly, untangling the cables to the headsets.

Shelly wasn’t so sure she agreed. Her life was connected enough, without spending extra time playing with weird electronics. The evening could have been spent on a date, or studying, or just relaxing. Instead, she’d spent it listening about Ximena’s new obsession, and now it was turning into some lame geekfest.

“Aren’t these 3-D glasses like they used to use with old TVs?” Shelly asked, watching her friend tease out the cords and plug them into the surprisingly large box.

“Do you see a television?” the brunette replied, looking up and tossing her hair out of her eyes. “And maybe they are; Mick didn’t say, but it isn’t like he just bought them on Amazon.”

Out of a dumpster seemed more likely, Shelly thought, but she kept the notion to herself. It was good to see Ximena feeling upbeat again, even if it meant putting up with… this. “Tell me again what the point of this is?”

“It’s virtual reality,” Ximena repeated, as if that explained everything. “Do you live under a rock?” She shook herself and handed one of the headsets to her friend. “Look, just work with me, okay? It’s easier to see it than explain.”

Shelly looked at the chunky glasses, which actually looked more like a cross between night-vision goggles and first-generation 3-D glasses. They probably were going to give her a raging headache. “Do I wear these over my glasses?” she asked, giving in.

“No,” Ximena said. “The focus will adjust by itself.” She pushed a button on the box, which began emitting a low hum, and put on her headset. “Just put them on and try to relax.”

Rolling her eyes, now that her friend couldn’t see her expression, Shelly set her prescription eyeglasses on the corner of Ximena’s desk. She squirmed slightly, adjusting the pillow behind her back, and tucked an errant lock of auburn hair behind one ear. Seeing no further way to avoid it, Shelley settled the headset in place.

“There’s nothing but static!” she complained after a long minute. “I don’t think it’s working.”

“Just wait!” Ximena’s voice sounded. “It takes a little time to calibrate or whatever.”

“This is lame,” Shelly retorted, but she kept with it, blinking periodically and feeling her eyes strain to make sense of what was in front of her.

Finally the speckled static seemed to resolve into sharper pixels, which then began subdividing themselves into a grey haze. Shelly was about to complain again when she realized the haze was fading like time-lapse video of a morning fog burning off.

Instead of a landscape, Shelly saw a cartoonish room, bereft of detail. Purple walls, tan floor, white ceiling. A few featureless brown boxes stood in for furniture, including the bed she sat on. Her first thought was that it made “South Park” look photorealistic.

“Oh, come on!” the redhead complained, looking at the figure sitting beside her. Ximena’s avatar looked more impressive than the room, which wasn’t saying much — her friend looked like a refugee from some ancient pre-2000 video game.

It wasn’t just the cartoonish effect, either; Ximena was wearing some ridiculous harem-type costume. As Shelly stared, her headset almost imperceptibly filled in additional detail, sharpening the figure until it was clear the outfit was more about leather and chains than gauze. It certainly didn’t look anything like the low-rise sweats the brunette was wearing in the real world.

“Isn’t it kewl?” Ximena asked. The figure’s mouth wasn’t quite in synchronization with the voice in Shelly’s ears as she watched the avatar jerkily stand and display itself more clearly.

“Cool?” Shelly repeated, far less enthusiastically. “Why do women always end up looking like sluts? Don’t programmers like looking at people with normal clothes?”

Ximena laughed. “It’s not the real world, Shelly. Live a little! It didn’t cost me anything, and it’s not like anybody else will see this. Besides, you should talk!”

Shelly looked down at herself and realized she was naked! The body had all the featureless curves of a doll, but it was still embarrassing! The coed clapped her hands over herself, feeling a little disoriented by the feel of fabric under her hands and the visual impact of her “hands” stopping not quite on her “body.” “Jesus, Ximena! How do I fix this?”

“Don’t freak out,” her friend reassured her. “Just imagine what you want. It’s a little rough, at first, until you get the hang of it.”

The redhead concentrated on the sweatshirt and shorts she knew she was wearing. After a long moment, the pale skin beneath her fingers turned to grey fabric. Shelly sighed and dropped her hands. “How do I look?”

“Unimaginative,” Ximena replied. “See for yourself,” she said, pointing.

Shelly noticed the walls had gained a little definition, and the darker oblong of the door had grown the full-length mirror she was accustomed to seeing on it. She stood unsteadily, still disoriented by the perceptible lag between her movements and the computer-generated scene, and took a few steps so she could see her reflection.

She just about tore off the headset in disgust. “Ximena! This is not what I look like!” Okay, the figure in the mirror did look vaguely Shelly-like, if her parents had raised her to be a slut. She stared into the mirror, gritting her teeth, until the inseams on the shorts lengthened a few inches and the sweatshirt swelled to the point where her nipples weren’t pressing against it. Her avatar hadn’t even had nipples a second ago, for God’s sake!

It was kind of intriguing to watch the image shift, like molten wax, as her too-long untamed mane pulled itself back into a neat ponytail and retracted to its proper length. The frankly offensive acrylic stripper sandals melted away until they resembled her usual flip-flops. “Who programmed this thing, anyway? Mick? What a waste.”

“Who cares?” Ximena asked. “We decide what we want to have happen, not somebody else!” She stood up and walked over to join Shelly; the visual acuity of the system had continued to improve, and the sway of the brunette’s earrings and the chunky pendant around her neck looked almost natural.

Shelly pulled her eyes away from the expansive display of flesh around the pendant. “It seems — I don’t know — disappointing. I thought maybe we could fly, or walk on Mars, or something unusual.” She gestured around them. “We can sit around in the room anytime.” It was looking, little by little, more pedestrian all the time — the boxy furniture was beginning to gain resolution, and the walls were fading towards their usual boring beige.

“That stuff is boring,” Ximena retorted. “Who wants to walk around on red dirt? There’s nothing to see! I bet there’s plenty of other things we could try that you’d never do in real life!” She popped her scanty top, revealing her boobs.

“Ximena!” yelped Shelly, feeling scandalized. A part of her watched the discarded bra — or whatever — fade and disappear before it hit the floor, but most of her attention was focused on not watching her friend massage her firm tits. They were beautifully shaped perfect handfuls, capped by perky pink nipples.

“See what I mean?” the brunette husked. “There’s just the two of us — no danger of being seen, or caught. I’m sure there must be some things you were scared of trying.”

“I–” Shelly objected, and then Ximena kissed her. Up close, the resolution was really good; Shelly watched her friend’s long eyelashes flutter and then open. A wicked look shone in Ximena’s eyes before Shelly could break free.

“God! It felt like you were really kissing me!” the redhead exclaimed, feeling a little breathless. “You didn’t really kiss me, did you?”

Ximena laughed; Shelly couldn’t help watching the way her tits jiggled. “No, it’s an optical illusion!”

“Optical illusion?” Her friend’s lips had felt so soft…

“Whatever,” Ximena said, waving off the objection. “You know what I mean. Your eyes see me kiss you, and your mind just sort of fills in the blanks. Do you want to do it again?”

“No,” Shelly said shortly. She noticed her clothing had shrunk again and frowned at her reflection until the shorts loosened. The top remained skin-tight, but at least the sleeves flowed back down her upper arms. The brunette smiled to herself as she stepped out of the high heels and watched them fade away. The carpet looked extremely vivid now, and she almost thought she could feel the nubs against her feet.

“Nothing personal, Ximena, but I’m just not into girls.” If she had been inclined that way, her friend would have been worth a second look. Ximena’s body was toned and sleek, and she had all the right curves in all the right places. The little leather-and-chain bikini bottom she was wearing didn’t conceal anything, and the VR system seemed to be downplaying her imperfections and accentuating her positives.

“Well, how about boys?” Ximena asked with a sultry smile.

“Absolutely not!” Shelly snapped. “If you even think about bringing a boy in here to see me like this, I’m finished!” She reached up to where the headset should be, highlighting the threat.

“Calm down, Shelly!” pleaded Ximena. “I wouldn’t do that; you know it! I’m no slut, either.” She giggled. “Well, only in secret.” She pointed to the blob that represented the VR system. “There’s only two jacks — nobody else real can join us or see anything.”

Shelly dropped her hands. “Okay, but — Goddamnit!” Her top had shrunk again and was so tight it was almost painful. She glared at the mirror, but the material remained stubbornly unchanging.

“You should just get rid of it,” Ximena suggested. “I had such a hard time keeping mine from changing until I had more practice.”

It obviously was still a problem; her friend’s pendant had morphed into a studded leather collar. “How?” Shelly gasped. “I’ll never get it over my head.”

“You cheat,” Ximena said, holding out a hand. A moment later, a pair of scissors materialized in it, and she quickly slit the sides of the redhead’s top. The scissors faded from view as quickly as the falling scraps of fabric.

“Not my sweatshirt,” Shelly moaned, and then caught herself as Ximena smirked. “I know; it wasn’t real clothing. I’m just still getting used to this, okay?” Only the thought that it was all fake and the real sweatshirt was still in place kept her from cringing under the brunette’s approving glance.

“I think this thing was programmed by perverts,” Shelly said, trying to cover her embarrassment. The revealed breasts looked like hers, but her nipples never stuck out that way unless she was massively aroused. She gave up on the shorts, which had shrunk until they fitted more like underwear. The redhead twitched, trying to adjust her real shorts, which had ridden up and were trapping sweat between her legs.

“Check this out!” teased Ximena, distracting Shelly from thoughts of her body. The door opened in front of them and Mick was standing there.

Shelly jumped and nearly screamed. The display field had become was so realistic she had to work to remember it was all just computerized make-believe. On second glance, the figure didn’t look exactly like Mick, and it moved woodenly and expressionlessly into the room before the door closed behind it.

“Mick?” Shelly asked, arching an eyebrow as she turned to Ximena. “You couldn’t think of anybody else?” Her brow rose higher as she realized the brunette was rubbing her bikini bottom. “Ximena, you slut!”

Her friend smiled sheepishly, but didn’t stop stroking herself. “Well, he did loan me the equipment. Besides, I made a few improvements.”

That was what had thrown Shelly off. The figure in front of them was like an idealized version of Mick — a little taller, more muscular, minus the overbite and with better hair. Then he — or it — jerkily pushed down the trunks and revealed an absolutely splendid erection. If Mick — or anybody else — actually had possessed a tool like that, Shelly would have heard about it through the school grapevine.

Ximena winked sideways at Shelly and gracefully sank to her knees.

“Oh, please!” Shelly rolled her eyes. “Have a little self-respect, Ximena. You could do anything you wanted to, and you want to suck it? Why not just fantasize about visiting the dentist?”

“I like giving blowjobs,” Ximena said, looking a bit hurt. “You can do what you like with your own cock, okay?” She turned her attention back to the virtual quasi-Mick and sucked his organ between her lips and then let it pop out again, bobbing in front of her. “I bet I can get off faster than you can.”

Shelly realized a second male form had materialized inside the door while Ximena had distracted her. It stood there, naked and unmoving, as ill-defined as she’d been initially. “This is dumb,” she weakly protested, but the brunette wasn’t paying attention to her. Besides, she was a little intrigued by the possibilities.

Brad Pitt? Paul Rudd? Bradley Cooper? Maybe with a little Usher thrown in? The shape rippled, fuzzing out and then sharpening as Shelley quickly riffed through all of her fantasies and blended them into one perfect piece of fuckmeat.

The result wasn’t what she’d expected. He was breathtakingly handsome, a primal male with a tool so large Shelly knew it could fill up every nook and cranny of her. But instead of reminding her of any of those celebrities, the guy looked like… It took a moment of mental groping, but then Shelly placed the face. It reminded her of Mick’s doofus friend, Billy Ray. Why did Ximena have to screw up her subconscious by bringing Mick into this?

Shelly strained, trying to remold the face to something else, but it remained stubbornly fixed. It was so handsome; if only it didn’t have such an unfortunate association! Then he smiled, and she felt herself get all wet. Fuck it, Shelly decided — the real Billy Ray wasn’t ever going to know about it, and she wanted that cock.

She shimmied her little shorts down her legs and watched the shaft in front of her swell even larger. The resolution had improved to the point that the large drop of precum glistening at its tip was readily visible and nearly photorealistic. Probably it wasn’t really that good, but in the real world, Shelly was used to things looking a little fuzzy; she’d never wear her glasses in bed with a guy.

What come-on line did a girl use with a simulacrum, anyway? Shelly looked over at Ximena, who was getting her face fucked with a vengeance and still hadn’t said a word. Well, it wasn’t like she’d ever had to seduce her vibrator.

Shelly lay back on the bed and spread her legs, offering herself. She smiled dreamily, imagining how her fantasy lover would carefully tongue her, licking the moisture from her labia and heating her even more, making her body ready for that huge dick. Then he’d–

Again the redhead lost her tenuous control over the simulation. The man simply threw himself on top of her and buried himself to the root in her tight pussy. Shelly gasped, unprepared for the totality and realism of the sensation. It was almost painful, but the feeling of getting plowed like some cheap slut by this amazing stud was totally arousing.

He kissed Shelly hard, muffling her screams of ecstasy. She’d always fantasized about slow, romantic kisses as part of foreplay, but obviously her subconscious knew better — all Shelly knew was that she wanted more of the tongue that forced itself roughly between her parted lips, taking her mouth the same way the cock between her legs thrust repeatedly into her womb.

For once, Shelly didn’t have to worry about acting demure or impressing the guy or anything except herself. It was a good thing, too, because the phantom erection pistoning in and out of her was driving her absolutely out of her mind. She bucked furiously, trying to drive it further into her slick channel and mauled her tits with both hands, stimulating herself even more.

The redhead was more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, and even the somewhat-creepy specter of the studly not-quite-Billy Ray leering down at her couldn’t quench her need. The image had gotten a little fuzzy again, but it was the last thing on her mind at the moment. Hell, if the real Billy Ray had sported a shaft like the one that was fucking her senseless, Shelly might even have done him.

God, she must be a slut to even think that! Shelly gasped and crested, just as the cock inside her swelled and settled into the rhythmic contractions that jetted spurt after spurt of hot cum into her honeypot. The good thing about virtual sex was that she didn’t need protection, so she just concentrated on how great it all felt. Who’d want a vibrator after doing this?

Shelly belated remembered Ximena’s challenge. Feeling totally satiated, she lazily rolled her head to the side to check on her friend.

The brunette must have cum too, because she was looking relaxed. Ximena still knelt on the floor, totally naked except for the VR goggles on her head, while she sucked on Mick’s cock and slowly fingered herself. His scum coated her breasts and face.

“You love sucking my cock,” Mick said, grinning lustily at Ximena. “In fact, doing anything I tell you to makes you really hot. You know you’re my slave.”

Ximena nodded eagerly, her moan muffled by the wet flesh sliding in and out of her mouth.

“Now, who’s the next hottest girl you know?”

Something about the scene didn’t seem quite right to Shelly, but it was hard to blame Ximena for wanting to please a stud like Mick. Besides, the implication she was the sexiest of Ximena’s friends was rather flattering.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” Shelly asked Billy Ray; his erection suggested he did. It was funny how she’d never looked at him twice — never even wanted to — but maybe it just took nudity to appreciate what a total hunk he was. The redhead felt herself lubricating again just thinking about it.

“Oh yeah,” Billy Ray leered appreciatively. “Here; you’ll look even sexier wearing these.” He picked up the headset from where it had fallen on the bed and placed it back over her eyes.

Shelly wanted to complain it was lame, but kept her silence. Everything looked the same with them on as it had a moment ago without the goggles; maybe she’d broken them while they were fucking. Well, the important thing was that Billy Ray liked them.

“Yeah, you’re my fuckin’ slut,” Billy Ray told her. “You’re gonna shave yourself for me, every morning. When you do it, you’ll think about how good my cock feels stretching out your fuck hole.”

The redhead writhed on the bed, wishing he’d stop talking and just nail her again. Preferably more than once.

Billy Ray was stroking his cock, a total waste of prime manmeat. “You totally get off on going lezzie on other girls and seducing them for me and Mick. You’d love to suck my jizz out of some other slut, wouldn’t you?”

“Don’t get carried away,” Mick’s voice sounded from the other side of the room, but he might as well have been on the moon. “Stick with the plan.”

“Whatever,” Billy Ray shrugged. The masculine sensuality of the movement nearly made Shelly cream herself. “Um. Who’s the sexiest person you know?”

“You,” Shelly husked, absolutely meaning it. She grabbed Billy Ray and then pulled him into her, locking her legs around him so he couldn’t escape.

He laughed and thrust hard in her sloppy channel, making the redhead orgasm. Happily, he didn’t stop. “Oh yeah,” Billy Ray sighed, apparently in agreement. “But who’s the sexiest girl?”

Shelly thought about it. Wasn’t she enough for Billy Ray? The redhead wasn’t sure she wanted to share his cock, now that she’d found it. But… It would be pretty hot to eat out some girl after Billy Ray had done her, wouldn’t it?

No, it would be really hot. Shelly moaned, tasting it already. A major stud like Billy Ray could handle two of them without breaking a sweat. Especially if Mick was there to give him a breather.

“Kate. Kate Flanders,” she moaned. The blonde was a white-hot knockout who dressed to titillate and trailed rumor and innuendo behind her everywhere she went.

“Fuck, yeah!” Billy Ray agreed, banging Shelly with increased vigor and squeezing her tits in his hands. “But could you get her to visit you and try out the virtual reality box?”

Shelly thought of the time Kate had flashed her in the locker room. At the time, the bared sex and heavy-lidded stare that suggested the exposure hadn’t been accidental had left the redhead freaked out. Now, it seemed like an opportunity. “For you, Billy Ray? Absolutely!”

She wouldn’t even need the stupid machine. Shelly was sure that once she explained things to Kate, the blonde would be more than willing to screw Billy Ray and let Shelly clean up afterwards. Why bother with virtual games when reality was so much better?

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It’s a dinner party at grandpa’s house, but its after the party that gets fun.

All my stories take place on an alternate earth with an orbit 3X that of our earth, making ages 1/3 what they would be on earth, and thus the age of consent is 6.

“This is good Mommy.” I told her. She stopped eating just long enough to reply.

“Thank you sweetie.” and she went back to eating.

“Really, really good Mommy.” I said with a moan, and wrapped my legs around her head, holding her tight to me. “I’m going to cum for you Mommy… here it comes Mommy…Ohhhh Mommy I’m cumming…” and my orgasm that was building in my clit, ripped through me, exploding in my head. As I unwrapped my legs, freeing Mommy, she looked up at me.

“You should get ready for school now.” She told me, as she wipped my juices from her chin. “We have a big night tonight, so come right home after school.

I went and started getting ready. Grand Father was a business man, he was the reason we lived so good. He owned two car dealerships and several hotels in town, and I think some other stuff. Tonight he was having a big party, and all the family was to be there. Mom didn’t like these parties, they were mostly to impress Grand Pa’s business friends, it was all about the ‘show’. This was something she was very good at, and enjoyed, when it was her show. These parties were a big deal, we had to get even more dressed than normal, and the part I liked best, Gramps sent a limo to pick us up. All about the show.

Mom bought us new cloths for the event, I hadn’t seen mine yet, but I was sure it would be uncomfortable, always was. We would need to be promptly there at 8:00, not 7:59, not 8:01, 8:00. I think this was the main reason for the limo.

After school, mom was very busy getting ready, I ate a big snack, food would be there, but that was a long time from now.

About 6:30, mom let me know, “Time to start getting ready. ” So I went and took a shower, events like this mom let me shave my legs, it was a big deal for me. When I got out, mom had my cloths laid out for me, and it was worse then I thought. The dress was poofy and lacy and shiny, and big. I might appriciate that more later, It was January after all. Big sleaves and big shoulders, the color was soft pink, and I would look like a large glob of cotton candy. The bright pink underware was nice though, it was like a lacy tank top, that had garters on the bottom. It fit very tight to my body, and it’s silky fabric felt nice, the slightly padded front made it look like I had small boobies, and I liked that. New stockings, white and silk went on before the dress, attached them to the garters, then the dreaded part, the dress. The zipper went most the way down the back, and that at least made it easy to get in to. It was a very puffy skirt. I felt silly. White pumps and I was moving on to the living room, where mom waited.

“Can you zip me up please?” I asked.

“Sure, Mary Beth,” And she zipped me up, the dress was very tight on my torso. “Can you zip me now?”

She turned away and I zipped up the long, silky dress, emerald green, and elegant, she looked like a movie star. Black silk legs emerged from under the dress, and what looked like emerald green skin pumps ended it. Stunning, hot, sexy, beautiful, mommy.

7:25: Doorbell rang. Marvin was our driver, balck suit, and hat. He escorted us to the limo and sat us in back. There were two bench seats facing each other, a big silver bowl with ice and champagne, several glasses, and a small bar. There was no window to the front, but a 2-way intercom let us talk to Marvin, even if there was no need, he knew where to go.

The party was fun-ish. Food and drinks were everywhere, and mom’s cousin Maxine was here. She was gorgous, like a real 10, like Sophie Loren, with a better figure. She had made some movies and was entertaining the guests with tales from the set, and name dropping stars that most people seemed to know, I didn’t. I listened for a while, but soon lost interest. Mom liked her cousin, but hated the way she acted in a crowd like this. The drinks were everywhere, and most the adults were getting to their share. Things were getting loud and happy, and this was Grand Pa’s goal, for everyone to be very happy.

By the end of the evening, 2:00 am by the large clock, most people started leaving. Mom was acting a bit giddy and flirty, this useually meant she was horny. Maxine was almost asleep, but standing, with help. She was laughing and talking, even though most of what she said was giberish. Mom called for our coats.

“Sweetie, could you take Maxine to her hotel, she is clearly not in any condition to drive.” Grand Pa asked.

“Sure Dad, I’ll see to her.” Mom said. Grand waved his hand, and two of the attendents came and helped steady Maxine and walked her to the limo. Mom said goodbyes to some of the favored guests, and we soon joined her.

By the time we hit the limo, Maxine had somehow opened the champange, and drank half of it, she held the bottle by the neck, slumped in the rear facing seat. Mom just shook her head and got in, I followed.

“Marvin, lets go around town and see the sights, ok?” Mom spoke in to the intercom.

“Yes Ma’am” came the obedient reply.

Mom had clearly had more to drink then I thought. She giggeled and laughed at the dumbest things. She was also looking at me like one of the shrimp from the buffet. I liked that.

“She is very drunk.” mom said, to me I guess.

“Yes she is, ” I didn’t know what else to say, but added “She is so pretty, I see why she is in the movies.”

“Yea, she’s a slut too.” She sort of blurted out.

“Thought you liked sluts.” I asked with a naughty grin.

“Just you sweetie, only you.” she said to me.

We moved closer together on the big bench seat. She bent herself down to me, and she kissed me, hard. She has never kissed me like this in front of anyone, she said we couldn’t. But now sitting across from Maxine, she held me, tongue in my mouth, and lips on mine. I looked at Maxine, she was in and out, her eyes opened for a moment, her face showed shock, then she just smiled, and went in to an open eyed daze. I went back to kissing mom.

I felt up Mom’s dress, it was so smooth and tight to her body. It held up her breasts without a bra, and I could feel her hard nipples poking through, and she gasped when I pinched them.

“Oh baby,” she broke our kiss, “I need you bad, I’ve been aching for that bald little pussy of yours all night.” And I felt her reach around a start to pull the zipper down.

“What about her?” I motioned to Maxine.

“She’ll have to find her own, bald, little, pussy.” she said with a breathless grin, and the zipper hit the bottom.

I scooted away on the seat, and pulled my arms out of the sleaves, the finished off the dress to the limo floor. Mom turned her back to me and I know what she wanted, I pulled her zipper down slowly, and when it reached the bottom, her dress made it to the floor faster then I could see what happened. Black lace garter and silk stockings looked great on her, the emerald green shoes matched the emeralds on her necklace and earings, it was an amazing look.

She came back to me and started kissing me again, her hand working it’s way under the cup of my top, finding my hard nipple and squeezing it with a fierce tinderness. I cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, she enjoyed it.

“You two are naughty.” Maxine said in a few seconds of semi-awake clarity, before her eyes glazed over again.

“She wont remember a thing.” Mom said. “You think she’s pretty?’

“Yes, very,” I said, not really thinking about it.

“Come here,” she crawled over to Maxine, “Come here” she repeated.

I did, we were both on our hands and knees in front of Maxine who laid spralwed out on the seat. Mom started diging under Maxine’s dress, holding it up for me to see. The silver sequened dress hid the tan stockings, and plain white panties.

“Hold her dress up.” Mom said. I did. She reached up under and tugged and pulled her panties down and off. She then held the dress up. “What do you think? See someting you like?”

Her pussy was bald like mine, I’d never seen an adult with a bald pussy. ” Looks nice. ” I said

“Want a taste?” she asked.

I did, bad, but I didn’t want to make mom feel like I didn’t want her. “Would you like to see me eat her pussy Mommy?”

“I would sweetie, I would.” she told me.

I moved up under the dress, it was hot and humid under there. I pushed her thighs apart, and she seemed to help. He bald lips had a shine to them, and her pussy smelled of musky heat. I licked her slowly, and I looked back at mom.

“You like that pussy?” Mommy asked.

“I do Mommy, want to try it?”I asked her.

“No sweetie, the only pussy I want is out here.” and she caressed between my legs from behind.

I went back to eating pussy. I could hear Maxine moan a little, and she opened her legs a bit further. I licked her clit and it started poking out at me, it grew to the size of a large marble, this made it so easy. I licked it and sucked on it, this brought about the loudest of the moaning from Maxine. I reached up and fingers found her opening, they went in easy, one, then two, then three, four, and I was going in and out while I suckeled her clit.

Mom started rubbing my puss, and I opened my legs to help her out. She was running 1 finger up and down my slit, up to my hole, she’d make small circles, then down to my clit, and rub it side to side. It was feeling real nice. I looked back and she was watching me eat Maxine, she liked watching me, so I added extra motion to my licking, and gave her more of a show.

“You are such a good little slut Mary Beth.” She told me.

“I could be a better slut for you at home.” I told her.

Mommy hit the intercom button, “I think were ready to go home Marvin.” She released the button, “Get dressed Mary Beth.”

I crawled out from under Maxines dress, and in to mine, I sat and turned away from Mommy and she zipped me up, I did the same for her. and soon we stopped.

I got out after Marvin open the door, Mommy and Marvin got Maxine out, and she walked in to the house, with considerable help. Marvin sat her in a chair, Mommy thanked him, and gave him a tip, and he was gone.

“What do we do with that?” Mommy asked pointing toward Maxine.

“I bet I can find something to do with her.” I said, “Lets take her to bed with us.”

“You are a naughty little girl. I love you Mary Beth.” Mommy said before giving me a kiss.

We got her up and started walking her to Mommy’s bedroom, she had another momentrary trip through reality.

“I saw what you two were doing,”she said with some sluring, “You two are nasty. Hot and nasty.” and she giggeled.

We continued to walk, mom laughed, “She has no idea.”

Once in the bedroom, mom held Maxine steady, “Unzip her Mary Beth.”

It was a one strap dress, and it took me a minute to find the zipper, it was under the arm of the other side. Once down, the dress slid off easy to the floor forming a silver puddle. We never bothered to put her panties back on from the limo, I think Mommy had them in her purse. She was as sexy naked as dressed. The white garter help up the tan stockings, silver shoes ended her look. Her boobs were bigger than mom’s, but stood high on her chest just like moms, her legs should never have been hid beneath that dress, they were shapely and strong, and smoothly feminine, a hard combination to achieve. I could see many family traits Mommy and Maxine shared.

“What are you two doing to me.” Maxine said with a laugh, before going dazed again.

Mommy giggled at that, “We two, are going to fuck your brains out.” she said, and laughed again. She definately had a few too many drinks also.

I don’t know if Maxine could really understand, but she smiled big at what Mommy said, and responded “Oh good.”

Maxine was brought to the bed, and laid out on it, blonde hair streaking across her face.

“What would you like me to do Mommy?” I asked giving her right nipple a lick.

“Eat her pussy again baby girl, eat her like the little slut baby you are.” She was hot and turned on.

I climbed up on the bed and opened her legs wide, her bald lips opened up and presented all of her to me. He clit had shrunk down some, but I knew I could get it back. I started by inserting most of my right hand in to her, this caused a gasp from Maxine, followed my a moan. I got my hand in to her, up to my wrist, and I gently fucked her pussy.

“You are such a hot little slut Mary Beth.” Mommy said with an airy voice.

I looked back at her, and she had both hands working her tits, and seemed to really be enjoying the show. I dropped down and started licking her clit, and it soon was fully engorged. I sucked the whole clit in and out, it was like sucking on a lolly pop, Maxine moaned loudly.I wondered if someone this drunk could cum.

“That is so fucking good Lisa.” Maxine slurred.

Who was Lisa?

Sucking her clit with a steady rythem, while Mommy moved around on the bed so I could see her, she was on her knees beside Maxine, one hand working her tits, one working her pussy, it was sloppy wet and smelled of incestual lust. I started to feel Maxine’s pussy get hot, and her breathing was getting heavy. It didn’t take long, and she moaned a long moan, and her hips shook, a long string of wet pulses came from between her pussy lips, making my face wet with her salty fluid. Then her orgasm was over.

Mommy was going crazy on her pussy. I pulled out of Maxine and got up, I had an idea that might push mom over the edge. I went to her ‘toy drawer’ and pulled the large strapon up and tightened the straps. Mommy approved by the loud moan and nod. Back on the bed, I got between Maxine’s legs, and got in position, Mommy watched intently. Her pussy was wide open, and a puddle of her fluid was obvious below her ass. I drove the 8 inches home in one motion, Maxine gasped, groaned and then moaned, put her arms around me and pulled me in close, Mommy lost it. She screamed and convulsed, she steadied herself with the hand from her boobs, and continued to rub her pussy hard and fast, she screamed again, and again, and a small puddle of her own started to form under her. I was still, watching my Mommy shake and squirm by her own hand, she thrashed about for over a minute, then slowly started to calm down.

She finally looked at me from under the strands on brown hair vailing her pretty face, “Get that out of her nasty cunt, your fucking your mommy. Now!”

I smiled and did as told. I pulled the dildo with a wet slurping sound, and got back. Mommy got on her hands and knees over Maxine, her face resting between Maxine’s breasts, legs spread almost as wide as her cousins. She looked back at me with “Now Mary Beth.”

I wasted no time, and soon the tip pushed in to the folds of Mommy’s tighter pussy. I worked it slower, mommy was much tighter in fact. Soon it all fit, a snug, fit. I knew what Mommy wanted, and went at it, long fast strokes, out slow leaving just the tip in, then slamming it home, hard and fast. Mommy squealed the first time I rammed it home.

“Oh fuck yes Mary Beth, fuck your Mommy, fuck me hard Mary Beth.” came the excited voice.

“Yea, fuck her” came a slurred voice from below.

I started going faster,slow out, hard and fast in. I held Mommy’s hips, pulling her back at me as I thrust in, pushing her away as I pulled out, and soon had a nice rythem working on her. Mommy let out a long, low, grawely sort of moan, and I knew she would cum soon. I kept going, it was alot of work, and I started sweating. In and out, Slow out, hard and fast in, my tummy slapping against her ass. Mommy was so close.

‘Fuck Mommy baby girl, fuck your mommy hard baby.” she shouted at me.

I rammed her harder, fast in and out, fast as I could, hard as I could.

“Here It comes baby… mommy is cumming baby… oh fuck me Mary Beth.” and she came like never before. She held and squeezed Maxines tits while her body shook violently. I hugged her hips and held on hard as I could, keeping the dildo buried in her sweet pussy.

Mommy laid motionless for several minutes, I started to get worried.

“Are you OK mommy?” I asked

“Never better Mary Beth. You were amazing sweetie” she said easing my concerns.

I pulled out of her pussy slowly, and she sighed as it left her cunny. I unstraped myself and sat the toy aside. Mommy had recovered and was ready for more, quickly. She laied me face down on Maxine, bald pussy to bald pussy, it felt nice. Her large boobs were right at my face and I took one nipple in my mouth while I played with the other, Maxine moaned slightly. I was the only one who hadn’t had a good cum yet tonight, and I was horny. I wrapped my legs around Maxine’s, and started rubbing our cunts together, we were both very wet. I was started to really get in to this, I’d never rubbed pussy together like this, it felt good, soft, wet, and warm.

Mommy grabbed my hips, stopping the cunt bumping, and lifted me slightly. she used her thumbs to spread my ass wide, and then I felt the dildo touch my pussy lips. Last time it about wrecked me, it’s so big, I didn’t know if I could do it again. The head popped in all the sudden, it shocked me and I yelped.

“Hold on Mery Beth, this is going to be good.” Mommy assured me.

Mommy pushed at me, the large intruder fought against my tight labia, and my little pussy won, and I was pushed forward falling on to Maxine. Mommy pulled me back up to her and repositioned it. The head popped in again but I was ready for it this time. Mommy pushed, and I pushed back, I could feel it slide slowly up in me, not painful, but lots of pressure, It felt like I was splitting. she pulled back and the pressure eased, just before pushing it hard back in me, it was way in now, I could tell. I felt my pussy, my lips were stretched tight around it, only a few inches were outside, and I could feel in rubbing inside me.

Mommy pulled it back once more, and I moaned loudly, it really fely nice when it was pulling out. Mommy noticed and drove the entire shaft inside me, I froze in stunned silence.

Maxine opened her eyes and looked in to mine.

“Hey MB,” she said with a slur again, “What are you doing?” and she laughed. She reached around to my ass, and felt my pussy and it’s invader. “Your getting fucked by your mommy!” she said in a sing song voice before going out again.

Mommy and I chuckeled, right before she started pumping me. She started slow, and I thought I would come apart at the seems, out and in, out and in. Every in I felt the toy push up in to my belly, I felt my stomach, half afraid it might come out. Each thrust and my hand could feel the dildo through my abdomine. Mommy kept going, getting faster, I kept going, getting hotter, it felt amazing.

I pulled mommy’s hand from my hip, and guided it to where I could feel in dildo, and held it there for her to feel. The first thrust in after and she let out a gasp.

“Mary Beth, are you OK, do you want me to stop?” she asked with some concern.

“Don’t you dare stop, do me Mommy, I want to cum.” I told her as fast as I could.

She started and went even faster after my encuragment, she kept her hand on my stomach, enjoying the feeling. Faster and faster she went, harder and harder. the uncomfortable nature turned to pure pleasure, my pussy was so wet it was sliding in and out easy in the tight tunnel.

“Im close Mommy, so close.” I told her. She went somehow faster.

I dropped down and started rubbing against Maxine’s pussy again, putting the dildo at an odd angle, it was rubbing against the front of my pelvis with each in. Mommy couldn’t thrust as far in this position, and moved her hand, holding my hips again. She went in to a frenzy, faster in my pussy, pushing my hips down on the Maxine, pushing our cunts together.

“Im going to cum Mommy, just keep going and make me cum for you Mommy.” I said in a breathless voice. “Oh fuck, mommy, her it comes… fuck me mommy, fuck me harder…. HArder…HARDER Mommy, Fuck Me HARDER!” and I went off.

My pussy seemed to open up, I lost all control of myself, I was shaking and screaming, my legs were rubber with a mind of their own, and I squirted all over Maxine’s cunt. It seemed to last for hours, Mommy kept fucking me, and I just kept cumming.

When it died, I took a breath, and wiped the hair from my face. Maxine looked up at me.

“Wow MB, That was a good one.” And then she was out of it again. Mom and I giggled a bit.

Mommy pulled the toy from my pussy, and as much as I enjoyed it making me cum, I was gald it was out now. My poor puss felt like it hung open, I felt it, and it was closed. I crawled off Maxine and flopped on the bed on my back, mommy still kneeling with that large intruder hanging from her.

“Why don’t you eat her pussy and let me watch Mommy?” I asked.

Mommy deftly removed the toy and tossed it aside, then dove in to Maxine’s pussy. After a few long licks, Mommy looked up at me and and said “She tastes like you.”

“She should, I just came all over her pussy.”

I held one of Maxines legs wide and watched for a few minutes, Mommy lay on her belly eating pussy, her lower legs up and ankels crossed. I could see her grinding her pelvis in to the bed, I guess two orgasms wasn’t enough tonight, I know one wasn’t going to do it for me, and watching her was getting me going again.

I held Maxines leg against my pussy, it felt soft and silky against my bald lips. I started rubbing it, her lower calf going up and down my slit, and it was getting me wet while I watched Mommy eat her out. Mommy noticed what I was doing and seemed to like it, she started licking Maxine’s clit harder, and grinding hers in to the bed.

I needed more.

Releasing the silken leg, I tossed my pumps to the floor, moved and squated over Maxine’s face. Mommy looked at me in a very approving way. I brought one of Maxine’s hands to my little cunt, and I inserted one finger slow and deep in me. Much smaller than what had just fucked me, but it felt nice, in and out, getting all sticky wet. Mommy was enjoying the show, and I was enjoying doing it.

I switched to two fingers, it was snugger and felt great, I spent the next few minutes squatted over Maxine’s face, masturbating with her hand, it was nice. Mommy was watching intently, licking that large, engorged clit, and watching.

I removed her fingers, lifted her hand, and lowered my face to them, I sucked her fingers clean of my pussy juice. Mommy moaned in to the pussy under her tongue, and Maxine moaned in response. The pleasure seemed to momentarly jar Maxine to reality, as her hand left my mouth and found my pussy again, only now she was doing the work. Both fingers worked my cunny while her thumb massaged my anus, I gasped and moaned and loved it.

“Oh Maxine fuck me good.” I blurted out. This got Mommy to increase her efforts on the clit, and soon, eveyone was enjoying themselves.

I stood over Maxine, her hand never leaving my pussy, and I rotated so I could bring my clit to Maxine. She never stopped fucking me, and I lowered my pussy to her mouth, spreading it for her. Her eyes were closed, but as soon as my pussy touched her lips, her mouth opened and her tongue shot on to my clit. I was in heaven. Maxine licked me so hard, so good, I wasn’t shure I would last, I didn’t want to last. I felt shuffeling on the bed, and saw Mommy move. She held Maxines right leg up, knee bent over her shoulder, their pussies melded togther in an obscean incestous kiss that made both of us hotter yet.

Mommy started grinding her pussy in to Maxines, making both of them moan loudly, but she never stopped licking me. Mommy had Maxine shaking, she had the whole bed shaking she was grinding her so hard, then everthing broke loose.

Maxine put one small finger up my ass, and it sent me over the top, I pressed down hard on her, her tongue pressed as hard back, and I lost control of everything. I held on to the head board or I would have fallen, as my body let loose with all it had. My hips thrashed about wildly, I screamed like some wild animal for release, and my pussy let loose with everythign it had, and I squirted long streams over Maxines face.

Mommy let loose with a howl at the same time, her pelvis ground down on Maxine and wouldn’t stop, her scream seemed to echo with mine throughtout the house, hot fluid from her cunt covered the bald pussy below her. In a slight dely Maxine came again, long moanings followed by some wild hip thrusting. It was nothign like what mommy and I had.

I quickly turned around and started kissing Mommy, tongues serpent like in each others mouth, Maxine could’t reach my cunt with her tongue, but setteled for licking my ass, and that was nice. We did that until the sensations left, and we were all relaxed.

I soon went to my bed, very tired, Mommy changed her sheets, they were covered with all our fluids. finished undressing maxine, and let her sleep with her in Mommy’s bed. The next morning we all slept late. Maxine was hung over bad and didn’t seem to remember anything, but did request lots of aspine. We drove her to her hotel, where her car was later that afternoon, and she was leaving for Hollywood.

“Thanks for getting me home cousin.” She told Mommy.

“Anytime Maxine. You should come visit when it’s NOT one of dad’s parties, like the old days.” And they hugged.

“Take care of yourself MB.” She told me and gave me a hug. “And save some of that hot little pussy for me when I come back.” she whispered quiet in my ear. Aparently she wasn’t as drunk as Mommy thought.

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Stacey helps Linnea do what’s best for her parents

An interlude, In which I am oblivious

Jenny stared at the phone in her hand. “Well, shit,” she said finally, after a moment of reflection. “If that’s your girlfriend, Linnea, she’s a raving bitch.”

She’d felt bad about the baggie of hair because it clearly meant so much to Linnea, but that girl had just been too naive in some ways, and much too trusting. Jenny had already lost her heart to the blonde, but that didn’t mean she was going to be a slut for just anybody.

Unfortunately, it sounded like her paranoia hadn’t been misplaced. They’d had a good time thus far, but apparently Linnea had slipped up somehow.

Darryl shouted at her from the bar. “Jenny! Five minutes! Get your pretty little ass out here before these folks tear the place down, d’ya hear?”

Jenny tossed her phone back in her locker, and took a final gulp from her water glass. She hadn’t finished her grilled chicken salad, but the call had pretty much killed her appetite. She didn’t even know where Linnea lived, really, beyond her area code. That was just the first problem.

Still, the show had to go on… The brunette pulled on her white hat and headed for the arena, her excitement already growing at the thought of the spectators waiting for her.

Pierre Fontaine stared at the phone in his hand. It wasn’t the first late-night call he’d received from Edward Richwell, or even that unusual. When you were an attorney for the obscenely rich (if not so famous), it was part of the job. The request was, however, unexpected — and inconvenient.

“Why now?” he asked himself, setting the handset back on the cradle. He’d been so sure that the Richwells would never relent and reconcile with their wayward daughter, at least as long as Edward was alive.

If Pierre had been a betting man, he’d have gambled that those trusts — now one trust, after Peter’s death — would sit, gathering dust, until the interested parties were all dead and the funds dispersed to charities. In fact, he had taken that wager and started transferring some of the money to his favorite charity — himself.

Edward’s sudden decision, just communicated, to re-establish Linnea’s access to her trust fund put the attorney in an uncomfortable position. He wasn’t a fool, and his tracks weren’t obvious, but it suddenly was more likely that somebody curious might notice the dollars didn’t add up.

Pierre thought again about the call. Edward had sounded… strange. Almost flustered. Perhaps, with a little careful urging, he’d reconsider. Yes, a return call in the morning might do the trick. Feeling better already, he returned to bed.

Xavier Norris stared at the phone in his hand. He hadn’t heard from Michael in over a month, and now this. It had sounded like a cry for help, to somebody who could read between the lines.

No recovery program was easy, but the job Mind Controllers Anonymous entrusted to its sponsors was more difficult than most. A drunk could get behind the wheel and do untold damage, but a rogue adept could do far more — and in a way that might not be discovered until the impact had spread exponentially.

Like anything else, it was impossible to help people who didn’t want to be helped, and “convincing” them was morally and ethically indefensible. Nurture, yes; confine, if necessary; coerce, never. Sponsorship wasn’t a job for wimps.

With a sigh, Xavier scrolled down his contacts list and made the first call of many. Whatever was going on, waiting never made things better. In addition to trying to make contact with Michael, he needed to get somebody working on tracking down everybody Michael had sponsored and making sure they were okay, too.

It was going to be a pain. Michael had been a popular guy before he’d dropped off the map. Xavier shook his head regretfully. “Hey, Kim, I think we have a problem…”

Chapter 11, In which I become stinking rich

“…and that’s why I believe I would be the logical, and best, choice to manage my parents’ conservatorship,” I concluded the story — and my presentation. Stacey nodded approvingly, and I fought to keep my hands properly clasped at the small of my back and not gasp at the wave of heat that raced through me.

The three-member panel assembled by the court looked less impressed. “Your contention is that, having used ‘mind control’ to bring about their present condition, your deep familiarity with the situation for which you are personally responsible makes you uniquely qualified to administer their personal and financial affairs?” Vasily, the grey-haired banker and chairman of the panel, sounded like he was chewing rocks as he spat out the words. I imagined he was upset at the thought of losing control of my parents’ fortune.

At least he’d gotten past the whole “mind control” thing. I’d been shocked that Stacey had made me bring it up at all, and they’d been shocked that I’d made such a tasteless joke. Stacey had been forced to demonstrate, which I’d belated realized had been the point.

The sexist bastards had been surprised and embarrassed to find themselves masturbating uncontrollably in front of us — and each other — but they’d already forgotten they’d agreed to give us what we wanted. As soon as the meeting was over and they’d cum, they’d forget the mind control stuff, too. I hadn’t heard what Stacey had said to the court recorder, but I doubted the transcript really matched what we were saying.

Stacey had gotten so pushy. I might have used “bitchy” or “controlling”, but I loved her for who she was, warts and all. Perhaps my love and support had made her less sensitive, and she’d just come a little more out of her shell. Besides, this wasn’t about Stacey, or even me. It was about my parents.

“‘Present condition’ sounds so cold and clinical,” I objected. “They need the loving care and stability of a warm family environment.” And round-the-clock supervision, I thought, but everybody in the conference room already knew that.

Daddy had always been stubborn, and I think he had as much trouble getting past my relationship with Stacey as he’d had with Michael and Peter. He’d gone ahead and revised my trust, but since he’d also become a compulsive masturbator, some doubters thought he might not have been of sound mind. He certainly wasn’t now; all he did was stroke himself, especially if anybody asked him about it or he saw me and Stacey together.

He often had to be restrained to keep from rubbing himself literally raw, and the doctors mumbled under their breath about priapism and tried different medications, so far without effect.

Mom had become rather a free spirit, coming late to the sexual revolution and eager to make up for it. In times of stress, she tended to proposition women — the younger, the better. Although she’d been banned from all of the local college campuses, we’d been able to keep it out of the papers. The first time Daddy had been restrained, she’d gone downstairs and asked to be driven to the nearest high school. Luckily the driver had called me instead.

“And are you in a position to provide this care?” asked Megan, breaking my train of thought. The lone woman on the panel, she seemed more sympathetic to us, but maybe it was just my imagination.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied confidently. “I have resigned from my job so I am available to devote all of my time and energy to supporting my parents in their time of need.” Whenever Stacey didn’t need me for something, of course, but I didn’t see a reason to mention it.

“Resigned?” laughed the greasy weasel at the other end of the table. “That wasn’t the way I heard it!” He reminded me of my worst clients. I wasn’t sure why Daddy had ever retained him as the family attorney, and his cigars clashed horribly with Stacey’s candles.

I wanted to walk down to Pierre and smash his face into the table, but it would be unprofessional. “Resigned,” I repeated firmly. “I have copies of the relevant documents, if you would care to review them.”

A resignation was still a resignation, even if it was under threat of termination for cause. Somehow Alan had talked Candi into filing a formal complaint, which was doubly unfair because Stacey wouldn’t let me be with anybody any more. It was depressing to have risen so far and have to throw it all away, but the truth was that it had been getting harder and harder to balance my work and personal life, and it was a relief to be able to concentrate on Stacey.

I’d agreed to resign with a clean record, and give up the severance I didn’t really need. They’d agreed to bury the investigation and forego the unwanted publicity that would have come with it. The rumors about Daddy and Mom had added an air of legitimacy to the usual “for personal reasons” excuse.

“That’s unnecessary, Pierre,” admonished Megan. “Don’t be nasty.”

“Quite,” rumbled Vasily. Looking like he was having teeth pulled without anesthesia, he continued, “I believe, then, we are in agreement. Having found no basis for disqualification, and in light of your position as next-of-kin and confirmed successor trustee, this board is compelled to recommend the court grant your petition for conservatorship. However irregular,” he concluded, eyes sliding sideways from me to Megan.

She was, perhaps not coincidentally, the judge who had ruled in our favor on the matter of my father’s fitness to amend his arrangements. “I’d like just a few moments to examine some things with you, Linnea,” she suggested.

“Of course, Ma’am,” I replied, after a quick glance at Stacey. I’d gone through some rough patches before becoming “housebroken”, as Stacey put it, and this would be a bad time to have an accident.

The men were already departing, probably to hurry to the restroom and relieve the erections that were tenting their trousers. The recorder’s fingers kept tapping irregularly on the steno machine. Stacey rose and began collecting the candles that dotted the room, while Megan walked around the table to examine me more closely.

“That’s quite a becoming look, Linnea,” she complemented me, and I swelled with pleasure. When we’d met at Daddy’s competency hearing, I’d still been wearing diapers, which had limited my wardrobe options. Since I didn’t wear much at the apartment, this really was the first chance I’d had to get dressed up in nice clothes since I’d resigned.

The knit dress was my favorite shade of red, the liberated woman’s equivalent of a power tie. It was short and tight, precluding any possibility of sitting modestly, but I hadn’t planned on sitting much, and I wasn’t very modest. The front was cut so low it covered only the sides of my breasts, but that was what the equally red lace bra was there for. Because it was a business meeting, I’d left the ruffles along the top turned up so they covered my nipples, mostly.

I’d learned to keep my hair the way Stacey liked it, and I knew my makeup was perfect, because it was permanent — except for the lashes, which were reapplied each month. Matching white lilies inset with diamonds adorned my ears, the black choker circling my neck, and the stays of my garters. It was all expensive, but Stacey always reminded me it wasn’t fair to get things just for her on our shopping trips.

I’d chosen to continue the lily motif, so a daylily pattern threaded through the expensive silk stockings attached to my garters. I didn’t have to walk much, meaning higher heels weren’t a problem. I’d literally orgasmed just from the look in Stacey’s eyes when I’d presented myself to her that morning.

So I knew I was pretty hot that day. Nevertheless, I was sure Megan was commenting on my bell; the tip hung a little below the hem of the dress if I didn’t remember to keep it tugged down, and I’d seen her staring at it during the meeting.

It was silver, in the shape of an elongated flower with the stamen forming the clapper, and exquisitely tuned. A fine chain attached it permanently to the ring resting beneath my clit. It swung gently with every movement I made, generating a pleasing sound. In my more whimsical moments, I imagined it sounded like Stacey whispering, “Mine.” It always made me wet to think of it, which meant I was wet all the time now.

The bell alerted Stacey anytime I tried to touch myself. Mom said it was “excessive,” the once she’d seen it, but she didn’t really understand the depths of Stacey’s insecurity and how much my affair with — that other girl — had hurt her.

Playing around because Stacey wanted me to was another thing entirely. I wished Megan would bend me over the table and work me, but my experience was that she was an investigator rather than a doer. I settled for pulling up the hem of my dress so I was completely exposed.

Sure enough, she pushed gently at the bell, listening to it ring, and ran a finger up the chain to my clit. I trembled but kept my hands clasped behind me, knowing my poise would please Stacey.

“You’re so precious,” Megan told me. “Dewdrops and all.” I’d been leaking down the chain, and a few droplets of my desire had beaded on the bell like a flower collecting dew in the early morning. Not a single drop of it was urine, at least so far.

I watched Megan nervously. At our last meeting, she’d attached binder clips to my nipples and played with them, seeing how far she could stretch my breasts and watching my expression as she finally pulled hard enough to pop them off. Obviously I’d do anything for Stacey, but I wasn’t looking forward to it.

Worse, Megan hadn’t looked above my waist since the meeting broke up. As I silently looked on, she slid a binder clip off the file that had been sitting on the table in front of her chair and flexed it experimentally.

“I think we’ll need to do a little more research,” she decided, slowly licking her lips. I cringed inside but maintained my poise as she reached towards my bare crotch and defenseless clitoris. I ruthlessly crushed the urge to pull away, even without a warning twinge from my bladder.

Stacey finished blowing out the last of the candles, momentarily enveloping us in dissipating smoke. “I’m afraid Linnea and I have other engagements,” she remarked regretfully. “I hope you can continue your investigation on your own, for the time being.”

“Such a shame,” the judge commented, holding her hand in place. “Other people have been doing interesting research, too. I was hoping to have time to share some of it with you.” Her tone of voice was suggestive.

“Really?” Stacey looked up from the dazed-looking court recorder, and walked over to join us. “Perhaps we can spare a little more time to discuss research, after all.” She aimed a stern look at me, and then stared at the older woman.

Megan’s lips parted slightly and she leaned forward to study me more closely as her hand resumed its forward motion. She suddenly sighed with satisfaction and relaxed, but the burst of pain I’d braced myself for didn’t come.

I looked down and saw the clip was attached to the ring piercing the hood of my clit. Astonished, I looked up at Stacey, who gave me a slow wink. My heart threatened to burst; I should have trusted her to look out for me!

“Exquisite,” said the judge. “I really don’t understand how you do it, Stacey.” She brushed the clip with her finger, watching it wobble, and glanced at my face. “She’s so stoic.” Megan looked a little disappointed.

“Practice,” Stacey said shortly. “Now, about that other matter?”

“They’ve been asking about your friend, Michael. A warrant to search his apartment for ‘contraband’ crossed my desk this morning.”

“Is he okay?” I asked before I could think. I hadn’t seen him for weeks. Stacey shot me an annoyed look and the weight of her displeasure squeezed a tiny burst of piss from me.

“Which apartment?” Stacey asked, which seemed weird since we had only the one, and Michael had lived there for years; we were the relative newcomers.

“The one on Fourth,” replied Megan, and both of them smiled.

I couldn’t stay silent, not if it involved Michael. “That’s crazy!” I objected. “He doesn’t live over on Fourth; he lives with us, on Fourth.” It didn’t sound right. “8310 Fourth Avenue.” I added the clarification firmly, but felt suddenly uncertain. I’d lived with Michael for years and knew our address like I knew my name — and it was… 8310 Fourth Avenue?

Stacey smiled at me, clearly amused. “Good; I expect we’ll be out of the place on Washington before they realize their mistake. And it’s in his name only, anyway; right, Linnea?”

I nodded, feeling a glow of accomplishment at my contribution. “That’s it, Fourth; I feel so stupid! Yeah, Michael never changed the lease after Peter died. He is okay, isn’t he?”

“He’s fine, Linnea,” Stacey answered, looking and sounding bored. “He went back to his buddies in the program, and they probably put him in rehab.” She redirected the conversation to Megan. “Anything else?”

There was a faint tugging, and I realized the judge was pulling on the binder clip. She’d also produced a straight pin from somewhere. “Just one more probe?” she asked hungrily.

“Oh, be quick. We have a lot to do today.”

I watched nervously as Megan unconsciously bit on her tongue and pulled a little more on the clip. Her hand whipped in, stabbing the pin deeply into one of her fingers holding the clip rather than me. “Oh, yes,” she cried, “look how beautifully she moves!”

Megan twisted the pin in her finger and pulled harder on the clip, staring at me with undisguised lust. I leaned back slightly, bracing myself, and the clip eventually slid off the ring and snapped free.

Stacey silently opened her mouth, and I finally got the hint. “Ooooooo,” I moaned in my best slut voice. “Oh, my clitty!” I still couldn’t figure out if I was supposed to be aroused or in pain or what, but apparently it was enough.

“Linnea, I could just eat you up,” Megan panted, devouring me with her eyes. I was increasingly less certain that she was seeing the real me standing there. “You have to let me see you again, alone.”

Had she forgotten Stacey was standing right there? I looked at my lover, trying to understand what she wanted me to do. “I’m really busy,” I prevaricated, “but you make me hot, too. Let me call you?”

“Don’t make me wait too long, or I’ll find you in contempt,” she husked, pulling the pin free. She was trying for sultry, but all I got was “scary.”

I made a beeline for the coat rack before something else could happen.

“Very nicely done,” Stacey told me as I was helping her into her fur. My legs almost buckled. Creaming myself like crazy, I hurried to put on my own leather coat and follow her.

“We’re moving?” I asked while we waited for the elevator.

“Of course, silly! We’ll live with your parents; how else will we look after them?”

Apparently Megan had shaken me more than I’d realized — I’d completely forgotten the point of the hearing! “Oh, Stacey, I love you so much,” I told her, my heart swelling. “Thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping; I know you don’t have to.”

“It’s my pleasure, really,” she said, smiling back at me.

The driver had just handed us into the car when I had another thought. “You wouldn’t really make me see Megan again, would you?”

Stacey barked out a laugh. “Her? No, I’ll find her somebody else.” She paused a beat and added, “At least as long as you still love me!”

I was pretty sure she meant it as a joke, but I was stung at the thought she could ever doubt my love for her. Luckily, I knew just how to prove it. I slid off the seat and worked my way around between Stacey’s legs; she smiled at me and exposed herself.

My tongue darted out to taste her. If I did a good enough job, she might let me cum, too. In the meantime, there was no place in the world I would rather have been.

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The third installment

Another moan came from Stephanie’s mouth as her fingers found her already swollen and very wet sex lips.

Kelly reached down and took one large breast in her hand. With gentle fingers, she began to knead it. She brought her lips to Stephanie’s.

They moaned as their lips pressed together. Their tongue began to duel for possession of each other’s mouth. All resistance was now gone from Stephanie’s body. Suddenly, the incredible stimulation of the younger woman’s mouth, hand, and her own fingers, were too much for her. She felt Kelly’s tongue push deep into her mouth as her hand squeezed her breast. Her hips lifted from the couch and her leg’s spread apart. Her fingers moved rapidly between her pussy lips. It took only seconds before she felt a climax coming on. “Mmmmm!!!” she gasped into Kelly’s searching mouth as waves of pleasure rushed over her. Tremors shot up and down her body, making her shake all over. She thrashed wildly on the couch as her convulsions went on and on. She was lost… lost in a sensual fog that surrounded her and threatened to consume her. Each time she thought her climax was ending, she would feel Kelly squeeze her breast or force her tongue deep into her wide-open mouth. It would start all over again. Nothing had prepared her for this… no climax that she had ever experienced equaled this one.

A few minutes later Stephanie’s climax finally ended. When she opened her eyes, she saw Kelly looking at her with a smile on her face. Her own face turned red with embarrassment again.

“That was incredible,” Kelly said. “I’ve never seen anyone climax for that long. I was worried that your heart wasn’t going to be able to stand it,” she laughed.

Stephanie took a deep breath but didn’t answer. She saw Kelly get a funny look on her face.

With a sheepish look the pretty woman said, “Will you watch me… watch me masturbate.”

Stephanie closed her eyes and moaned. This was too much. However, in spite of her reluctance, she nodded her head.

Kelly stood up and pulled her top over her head, revealing her soft breasts. They were round and firm with large pink nipples that were as hard as pebbles and stuck out a full quarter of an inch. Kelly cupped her breasts as if holding them out to Stephanie.

For a moment Stephanie thought that she was going to bring them over to her. Unconsciously she licked her suddenly dry lips.

Instead, Kelly moved her hands down to the waist of her shorts. With a naughty smile, she hooked her fingers into her shorts and slowly pushed them down her thighs, revealing her firm stomach and then her bare sex.

Stephanie stared at the sexy woman. Her body was nearly perfect. From her breasts to her knees, her skin was smooth and tanned without so much as a blemish. She had a perfect little “outie” belly button that sat just above the tan line created by an obviously tiny bikini. Stephanie saw that she didn’t have a tan line at her breasts and realized that she must sun bath topless. Suddenly her eyes were drawn to her pussy. It was smoothly shaven and the outer lips formed a protective covering for the now swollen inner lips. There was a stream of clear juice already dripping from the hole, hanging down to her soft thigh. Stephanie trembled.

Kelly crawled onto the end of the couch with Stephanie and sat on the arm, spreading her legs.

In spite of the strong climax, Stephanie had just experienced, she felt her heart quicken at the site of Kelly’s bald pussy. She was only inches away and could see every crease. It was swollen like hers and the clear juice was now smeared over the fat inner lips. She held her breath as she watched Kelly open herself… open her pussy just inches from her shocked face. She could see her open hole pulsing and her juice bubbling out. Then she watched as her finger slipped down the crack and disappeared into her opening.

“Oh yes,” Kelly gasped as she forced her eyes to remain open. She watched Stephanie’s eyes… watching to see if she was going to turn away. She didn’t.

Stephanie was mesmerized. She felt a shock wave go through her as her nose picked up Kelly’s scent. It was strong and earthy but not unpleasant. Suddenly, she found herself wondering what she tasted like. She stared at the young girl as she began to masturbate. It was surreal… like nothing she would have ever imagined she would witness. But here she was watching this pretty and sexy girl masturbate in front of her.

“Oh God Stephanie,” Kelly said as her eyes closed in pleasure. She moaned. Her body began to shake. Then she gasped and snapped her legs closed on her moving hand. Hummm, hummm, ahhhhhh!!!” she cried as she convulsed with pleasure. Her climax was unexpectedly intense. Having Stephanie watch her masturbated was exciting beyond her wildest dreams. She nearly fell from the arm of the sofa as her body shook.

Finally, when her climax waned, Kelly reluctantly pulled her hand from between her legs. The fingers were covered with her copious juices. She looked at Stephanie and said, “Have you ever tasted yourself?”

Stephanie face showed shock and she shook her head no, wondering how much more she could take. But it wasn’t over yet. As she watched, the pretty teacher brought the fingers to her mouth.

“I love the taste,” she said and slipped them in, closing her eyes again in pleasure.

Stephanie closed her eyes as well and for a moment thought that she was going to climax again.

Chapter 4

“David, Kelly will be over at seven thirty. I’m going to give Ben his bath and get him ready for bed. Can you straighten up the living room for me?”

“Sure,” David said and walked into the living room. He wondered idly why Stephanie was getting so excited over some old biddy teacher coming over. He shook his head and began to pick up newspapers and straighten the living room.

A short while later the front doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Stephanie said, hurrying down the stairs and to the front door. She was wearing a V-neck sweater that exposed the soft swells of her breasts. She also had on a full short skirt with flip-flops on her feet and no nylons… she had left her panties off as well. When she opened the door, she almost gasped when saw what the young teacher.

Kelly had on a pink, jersey type tank top that covered her breasts, but hung freely mid-way down her stomach. Her breasts were obviously unencumbered by a bra and the nipples were clearly visible. Her stomach was bare all the way to her skintight white skirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had tennis shoes on her feet, making her look much younger than her twenty-four years.

“Hi Steph,” she said, and leaned forward and kissed the older woman’s still opened mouth.

Stephanie followed the sexy girl into the house, her eyes drawn to her sexy and swaying backside. When they reached the living room, they found David sitting in his easy chair with Benjamin was on his lap. “David, this is Kelly Carlson, Ben’s teacher.”

David’s eyes almost popped out of his head. He stood up quickly and put Ben down.

“Hi Miss Carlson,” Ben squealed, running over to the teacher to get a hug.

Kelly laughed as she knelt down and squeezed the young boy in her arms. “I love your Spiderman pajama’s.”

“Santa brought them for me.”

“Santa must have known you’ve been a good boy,” she answered, rubbing his head affectionately.

“Please to meet you Miss Carlson,” David said when he could speak. “Stephanie didn’t tell me that you were… were… so… uh… young.”

Kelly smiled, her bright green eyes flashing as she stood up and reached her hand out to David. “I’m probably the youngest teacher at the school by twenty years,” she answered with a laugh.

“I was just going to read Ben a story before bed Kelly. I should be back in a few minutes,” Stephanie said.

“Oh, let me read him the story,” Kelly begged.

Stephanie smiled at the sweet girl. “Okay. I’ll get some snacks ready for the movie. I’ve got “Gone With the Wind”.

“Super, I love that movie… it’s one of my favorites. I haven’t seen it in years.”

David moaned and rolled his eyes at the thought of watching the soppy old movie.

About twenty minutes later, Stephanie went upstairs to check on Kelly. When she stepped into the boy’s room, she saw her pulling the blanket over the sleeping boy.

“He’s such a cute kid,” Kelly said as she put the night light on and walked over to Stephanie who was standing at the door.

“I know. I think some of that is because of his teacher,” Stephanie said with a smile. Then she watched as Kelly stepped close to her.

“Do I get a kiss for putting him to sleep,” she whispered as she reached behind Stephanie and flipped off the light switch, leaving the room in the soft glow from the nightlight.

Stephanie took a deep breath, but didn’t answer.

Kelly took that as a yes and brought her lips toward her. A second later she was pressing her warm lips to the other woman’s.

Stephanie moaned and allowed Kelly to push her against the door. She could feel her soft breasts own as her tongue entered her mouth. Her mouth opened, letting Kelly’s tongue in. Then she felt the girls hands slip down her back and across the cheeks of her ass.

“Mmmmm,” Kelly murmured as her hand slipped up and under the back of her skirt to caress Stephanie’s bare ass cheeks. “No panties,” she whispered as she pulled her lips from Stephanie’s.

“We better… we better get back downstairs… David will wonder where we are.”

“One more kiss,” Kelly said and pressed her lips to Stephanie’s again, her mouth wide-open to accept Stephanie’s tongue. The kiss quickly grew passionate.

Finally, Stephanie had to wrench her lips from the younger girl. She held her at arms length. “Let’s go downstairs,” she whispered as she tried to catch her breath.

Reluctantly Kelly followed Stephanie downstairs.

David was watching a basketball game when they entered the living room.

“Can we watch the movie now?” Stephanie asked.

“One minute left,” David said.

“Wake Forest and North Carolina?”

“Yep. Two point game.”

“I went to Duke,” Kelly said.

“North Carolina,” David responded.

“We always got pumped up for the Wake Forest game,” Kelly said as she sat on the sofa and began watching the game.

Stephanie shook her head when she saw Kelly become interested in the game. She had no interest in basketball, but Kelly obviously did. “Wine?” she asked Kelly.

“Yes please,” she responded, not turning her eyes from the game. “Ah, how can he miss two foul shots in a row?”

“That guys only about a 30% foul shooter… that’s how,” David lamented. “It’s going to be a long season.”

When Stephanie came back, the game was just ending and Wake had won. “Can we watch the movie now, or is there another game?” Stephanie asked with a laugh.

“That’s it,” David said in disappointment.

“Better luck next time,” Kelly answered. Then she looked at Stephanie and smiled. “I’m ready,” she said.

Stephanie put the video into the machine. Then she used the remote to turn on the gas fireplace. She turned off all the lights but one near David. When she came back to the sofa she sat next to Kelly with her hip almost touching hers.

It didn’t take long for David to close his eyes and nod his head back.

“I’m getting a little chilly. Can we share the afghan?” Kelly asked. However, before Stephanie answered she pulled the afghan from the back of the sofa and spread it over their laps.

A few minutes later, about half the bottle of wine was gone and David was snoring.

Suddenly, Stephanie felt Kelly’s hand touch her bare leg. She jumped in spite of the fact that she knew it was coming. Her body tensed and she glanced over at David as Kelly’s hand began to caress her thigh.

Kelly was watching the TV innocently, but she had a naughty smile on her face. Her hand began to move up and down Stephanie’s soft bare thigh. With each upward movement, her fingers drew closer and closer to the hem of her short skirt.

Stephanie kept her legs tightly together, hoping that Kelly’s hand wouldn’t go any higher, yet at the same time, afraid that she would stop. Her breathing had increased and her heart thumped in her chest. She closed her eyes and cut off a groan when she felt Kelly’s fingers slip under edge of her short skirt. Slowly the fingers crept higher and higher until her hand was entirely under the skirt.

Kelly was still staring at the movie as if nothing were going on. However, she knew that her fingers were but a fraction of an inch from Stephanie’s pussy. She could feel the tickle of her closely cropped pubic hair on the tips of her fingers.

Stephanie was frozen with fear and excitement. A quarter of an inch more and Kelly’s fingers would be touching her pussy. She knew that she could easily stop this by getting up to go to the bathroom or something, yet, her excitement kept her seated.

With a push of her hand, Kelly moved the fraction of an inch and just like that, her fingers were touching the now swollen lips of Stephanie’s pussy. Her hand froze, waiting for Stephanie’s protest. When it didn’t come, she smiled and continued to move her fingers.

In spite of the danger and the warning bells going off in Stephanie’s head, she found her legs opening… opening just enough to give Kelly finger’s room to roam. She bit her lip as the young girl’s fingers slipped down her grove, rubbing her swollen lips. A searching finger worked slowly over the fat lips and then slipped between. “Mmmmmhhhhhh,” she gasped as the tip found her hole. She twisted her head to look at David. He was still snoring.

Kelly slipped her fingertip into Stephanie’s hole. Slowly she moved it deeper and deeper. She could feel Stephanie begin to squirm and worried that she was going to protest. Instead her legs opened wider. A smile came to Kelly’s face. Now she had enough room to begin to move her finger in and out of her sopping hole.

Stephanie closed her eyes and bit her lip until it almost bled. Her head was spinning and her heart was pounding. She gasped for breath and began to lift her hips slightly, forcing the finger to move in and out. From deep inside she could feel her orgasm coming. She squeezed her thighs together to try to stop the movement of her finger… to stop the climax, but it was too late. Her body tensed and she fought to control a moan as pleasure washed through her. Her body shook as she struggled to remain still. The orgasm was powerful… more powerful than anything she had ever brought on with her own fingers. She closed her eyes tightly and saw flashes of light behind her eyelids.

Kelly was smiling broadly now. She could feel the pulsing deep inside Stephanie and knew that she was climaxing. She admired her ability to control her body during such a crisis. Her fingers were soaked with juice. She knew that the back of the poor girls skirt would be soaked when she was done.

Finally, Stephanie’s body began to relax as the last vestiges of her climax ended.

A noise from across the room made both women look at David.

“Ohhhhh goodness,” I guess I fell asleep,” David said as he yawned and stretched.

Kelly kept her fingers inside Stephanie, soaking in her warm juices, even as David got up from his chair.

“Well, I guess I’ll go up to bed,” he said and walked over behind the sofa. “Good to meet you Kelly, he said as he bent over and kissed Stephanie on the cheek. “See you in the morning.” With that he left the women and went upstairs.

Kelly and Stephanie sat on the sofa without speaking for several minutes.

Finally, the young girl pulled her hand from between Stephanie’s legs. “My, my, but you surely get wet don’t you?” she whispered, holding her fingers up to the glowing room light. They were glistening with juice. She looked at Stephanie and brought the fingers to her mouth. One by one, she sucked them clean.

Stephanie closed her eyes and trembled. When she opened them again, Kelly was close to her, waiting for a kiss. She didn’t resist when the young girl pressed her lips to hers. She opened her mouth and let her tongue in. Then she pushed her own tongue into Kelly’s mouth.

Kelly pulled her lips away briefly. “I’ll bet the lips between your legs are just as sweet as these,” she said and then without waiting for a reply, she touched her lips to hers again. She slowly sucked her lower lip into her mouth and chewed it gently. Then she sucked the upper one into her mouth and did the same.

Stephanie couldn’t believe that she was sitting on the sofa in her own house and kissing a woman. She always loved kissing, but nothing had ever turned her on like Kelly’s lips. Suddenly she imagined Kelly doing the same thing between her legs. A moan escaped her lips.

Then, as if Kelly had read her mind, she pulled away and whispered, “I want to kiss the lips between your legs.”

“No Kelly,” Stephanie whined. It was a weak protest and sounded like she couldn’t control what was going to happen.

Kelly didn’t wait for an answer and reached under the afghan to push her skirt to her waist.

“Kelly, we can’t… David… he’s…”

“He’s asleep already.” With that Kelly slipped to the floor and onto her knees. The she pulled the afghan from Stephanie’s lap. “Oh God,” she gasped as the woman’s lower half was uncovered. Her vagina was swollen and the sparse pubic hair was smeared with her copious juices from top to bottom.

Stephanie eyes were wide as she watched the young schoolteacher stare between her legs. Then she saw her hands reach up and grasp her thighs. She only resisted for a second before she allowed the girl to push her thighs open. “Kelly, don’t please,” she pleaded as her legs began to tremble. Yet, her hands lay idly at her sides and she made no move to stop the girl.

Kelly ignored her weak protest as she pressed her thighs wide. Then she bent her head and began to kiss along her soft inner thighs. She could smell Stephanie’s excitement as she drew closer to her center… it was a sweet smell. Kelly lifted her thighs and slipped them across her shoulders, leaving her face inches from the now pulsing pussy. She inhaled deeply before her lips moved forward.

“Oh Godddddd!!!” Stephanie hissed as she felt Kelly’s lips on her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Yes, she had dreamed of this, had longed for this, but never thought it would happen. David had eaten her a few times, but he didn’t like to do it and was never enthusiastic about it. Now it wasn’t him doing it; it was a sweet young woman with soft lips and a loving tongue.

Kelly’s lips were moving on Stephanie’s swollen pussy lips like she was kissing her mouth. She sucked one fat outer lip into her mouth before moving to the other. Then she opened Stephanie’s pussy wide with her fingers and sucked the inner lips into her mouth… gently nibbling on the tender and blood engorged skin. Finally her tongue found her hole and began to push into her body.

Stephanie groaned loudly.

A smile of satisfaction would have come to Kelly’s face had she not had it buried in the moist sex of her friend. She felt Stephanie’s hands grab her head, not to push her away, but to gently pulled her forward. She began to suck her harder and then force her tongue in and out. She pressed her tongue in as deeply as it could go, searching for more sweet juice. When she found the pool deep inside, she swirled her tongue in it before pulling it back into her mouth and swallowing. She almost climaxed as the thick juice slipped down her throat.

“Kelly… Kelly… Kelly,” Stephanie gasped. Her legs locked around the young girl’s neck, pulling her deeper between her thighs, forcing her mouth tighter to her sex. Suddenly, it no longer mattered that David was just upstairs, or that he could come down at any moment. All that mattered were the sweet kisses and searching tongue between her legs. “Yes, yes, yes, eat me Kelly,” she gasped. She couldn’t deny her excitement anymore. Her hips began to buck and she threw her head back onto the sofa, abandoning herself to the working of Kelly’s ravenous mouth. Before she knew it, the second climax of the evening washed over her like a tidal wave of pleasure. It was intense and enveloped her body in pleasure like she had never known. The lights in the room began to dim.

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Laura, a lesbian, has fallen into debt and is being blackmailed into increasingly slutty heterosexual activity.

Chapter 13
A GOOD INVESTMENT

After rubbing the sperm into her face and breasts, Laura dressed. Alistair decided to keep her bra as well today, so Laura was left entirely without underwear. There was no mirror to look in but Laura felt she must look like a disgusting whore, with her face smeared with cum and her tits semi-visible through the loose white fabric of her blouse.

Sitting at her desk, Laura felt like everyone must be staring at her. Candy certainly was, the big-titted girl casting her disgusted glances. Maybe Geoff was too. She could still smell cum, and she knew she was smelling what she had just rubbed into her tits and face. Her pussy was still distractingly wet and it was impossible to concentrate on work. She just stared at her inbox and tried to pretend that she was working until she realised it was time for her to go to the restroom and suck on her dildo.

She stumbled from her desk to the toilets and locked herself in a stall. Almost without thinking she took off her blouse and skirt to sit naked on the toilet, her hand immediately diving to her cunt to gratefully stroke it. She looked down at her shiny cum-smeared tits in dismay. Alistair had told her not to wash them off, and anyway Laura was not prepared to stand at a sink washing her tits where anyone might come in and see her. But maybe… Laura lifted her large breast toward her mouth, and was able to bring it up far enough that she could just stretch her tongue out to lick some of the flesh near the nipple. It tasted like cum; it tasted delicious. Laura eagerly suck as much dried cum as she could off her left tit, and then did the same with the right. Most of her boobs were still smeared in dried sperm but it was a little better. She just wished she could lick up the rest.

Sighing, she took the dildo out of her purse and put it in her mouth, then settled back on the toilet with her legs spread to suck on the dildo and finger her twat for a blissful five minutes. She didn’t cum – she honestly wasn’t sure if she was allowed to, the clinic hadn’t been clear – and so she eventually staggered out of the toilet stall, dressed once more, even hornier than when she had started.

She didn’t get far. There was someone else in the restroom – Candy. The buxom bimbo was standing just outside Laura’s stall, and as Laura emerged, Candy pushed her back in, until both girls were in the toilet stall. Candy locked the door behind them.

“What…” asked Laura, but Candy slapped a hand over Laura’s mouth.

“Listen, you little slut,” Candy hissed. “Everyone at work knows that you’re a liar and a slut now, who comes on to people and then lies about them doing things to her.” Candy was pressed up against Laura; Laura could feel the girl’s big fake tits pressing against Laura’s own.

“So you’re going to do something for me. I’m not a disgusting lesbian like you but I’ve always wondered what it’s like to.. you know, have a girl. So you’re going to get down between my legs and do your disgusting lesbian thing, and if you say anything to anyone, no one will believe you.”

Candy put her hands on Laura’s head and pushed her downwards; helpless, Laura sank to her knees in front of Candy. Candy reached under her skirt and pulled down a pair of white satin panties. She let them drop to her high-heeled feet and stepped out of them. Laura could see straight up Candy’s skirt to her shaved, naked pussy. It was so symmetrical Laura wondered if Candy had had surgery on it, just like her fake tits.

“Hurry up,” hissed Candy, and pulled on Laura’s hair, urging Laura’s face towards Candy’s cunt.

Laura realised she was about to be raped by a female co-worker. She was going to be made to eat out a pussy with no concern whether she consented. This should be traumatic. Laura should scream or cry out or at least be horrified. But it was just a cunt; and a pretty one at that. And Laura was so horny…

She opened her mouth and began to lick at Candy’s pussy. Candy sighed happily, and spread her legs a little wider.

Surprisingly, Candy’s cunt tasted of strawberries. Laura realised Candy must have applied a flavoured oil to her twat. She wondered if it was a special preparation for this encounter, or whether Candy went around with her pussy flavoured as a matter of routine. She liked the idea and made a mental note to get Erica to start flavouring her vulva this way.

Laura licked at Candy’s pussy, sucking on her labia, flicking Candy’s clit with her tongue, and pushing her tongue deep into Candy’s fuckhole. The blonde bimbo ground her groin against Laura’s face, and bit on her thumb to keep from moaning and crying out as Laura pleasured her beaver. Laura reached under her own skirt and played with her pussy as she licked, but in a surprisingly short amount of time Candy orgasmed, bucking her crotch so hard into Laura’s face that it hurt. Laura kept obediently licking until Candy’s orgasm had finished. When it was done, Candy looked down at Laura with sudden disgust in her eyes. She grabbed Laura’s hair and rubbed Laura’s face back and forth against her pussy, deliberately getting cunt juices all over Laura’s cheeks, forehead and ears. Then she pushed Laura away hard.

“What have I told you about trying to seduce straight girls?” Candy hissed. “You are so gross.” And then without warning she used her high-heeled foot to kick Laura hard in the groin. Laura yelped, her cunt suddenly in agony. She felt tears come to her eyes.

Candy hurriedly picked up her panties and pulled them back on, and then stepped cautiously out of the stall, looking to see if anyone was watching. When nobody was, she hurried away back to her desk.

Laura just knelt there for a moment, holding back tears. She had been raped or molested by two different coworkers today. Her cunt was dripping despite being painful and bruised. Her tits smelt like dried cum and her face was coated in a girl’s slut nectar. And the worse part was she wanted to cum. She wanted to play with her pussy until she orgasmed. But she didn’t know if she was allowed to. She didn’t have permission to cum.

What about washing her face? Alistair hadn’t told her she wasn’t allowed to wash pussy juice off her. But if she came back to her desk with a clean face he would think she had washed the cum off. But she couldn’t go out with her face wet and cunty.

Laura decided she would have to clean herself up as best she could with her hands. She wiped her hands across her face and then licked them clean, tasting Candy’s cunt once again as she did so. When she had wiped up as much wetness as she could, she massaged the rest in, rubbing Candy’s fuckhoney into her skin.

On the way out of the bathroom, Laura looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a whore. Her face didn’t look bad – more like she had been crying than that she’d just had it used as a sex toy. But her pink hair was in disarray from where Candy had pulled on it. Her visible cleavage was shiny with dried sperm, and her braless tits were mostly visible through the fabric of her white blouse, with the erect nipples poking obviously against the fabric. Her skirt covered her bare cunt, but there were visible streaks down her inner things where the juices from her horny twat had dripped down her legs.

Laura walked back to her desk in humiliation, realising how disgusting she looked. As she sat there at her desk, her mind too sex-addled to work, she was aware of people whispering around her, pointing. She thought one person walking past maybe took a photo of her with his phone. Laura couldn’t go home, she couldn’t bring herself to think about and process the humiliation, so her mind did something new – it went away. She stopped thinking about where she was, and who was looking at her, and how awful her day and her life was. She just thought about her cunt. She thought about putting things in her pussy. She thought about licking girls’ cunts. She thought about having big plastic cocks in her mouth and having them spurt sperm onto her tongue.

And every two hours she got up and went to the bathroom and stuck the dildo in her mouth and masturbated for five minutes.

She completely tuned out to the day of work. Her only concession to her location was a little bit of her mind that had enough sense to stop her openly masturbating at her desk. But she still sat there in her chair, staring at nothing on her screen, her eyes glazed over, with her pussy drooling non-stop. A wet spot quickly developed on the back of her skirt, and then a damp patch on her office chair. She had to get up several times to get water from the water cooler to replace the fluids her sweaty, horny body was dedicating to making her ready to be fucked.

In the afternoon Alistair called her into his office again. Laura followed him into his office, let him close the door behind them, sat in the spare chair, and almost without thinking started to raise up her skirt to show him her pussy.

Alistair slapped at her hands. “Put that away,” he snarled. “I haven’t closed the blinds.”

Laura looked at the office window in panic and realised that the entire office floor could see in and she had almost shown off her pussy to them.

“Laura,” said Alistair, “I like the way you look today but it’s too much. I can’t keep you employed here if you look like this much of a fuckdoll. I don’t even know what’s wrong with you today but you smell like cunt and you’re so out of it that you’re practically drooling. And basically everyone can see your breasts.”

Laura blushed and crossed her arms self-conciously over her chest.

“What’s your damage?” Alistair continued. “Are you on drugs?”

“No,” said Laura helplessly. “I…”

“You need to be more like Candy,” said Alistair. “Look at her. She looks totally fuckable every single day, but she also looks appropriate for work. You can tell she’s ready to whip out her tits on a moment’s notice but she’s not just randomly flashing them around the office.”

“I’m sorry,” said Laura. She didn’t know what else to say.

“Look, I’m going to send you home early today, okay?” said Alistair. “Go home and clean up. And if you make me cum on your tits and face again tomorrow like you did today, you have no-one to blame but yourself. But you’re going to have to get better at dealing with it, and at least not look like some kind of slut zombie. I want to keep playing with your lesbian whore pussy every morning, but for that to happen you have to act like you’re vaguely employable, okay?”

“Okay,” said Laura. She felt awful. Even Alistair was telling her to look less slutty – and he liked her looking slutty. How degraded must she appear?

In a haze, Laura left the office and caught the bus home. For once, she was home before Erica. She took the opportunity to kneel in the bedroom and masturbate herself to a satisfying orgasm while sucking on her dildo. She no longer cared about whether the clinic wanted her to orgasm or not; she felt humiliated and vulnerable and horny and she needed the release.

Cumming helped; it cleared her mind a little. She was able to come to her senses enough to shower, washing the sperm and cunt juices off her face and tits. She washed her hair, and scrubbed out her pussy, and started to get ready for Michael, who she had arranged to come round that night in order to secure his “investment”.

Laura decided to dress in one of her anime princess dresses – white corset, low cleavage-cupping top, and long billowing white skirts. She decided to wear panties, to help control her still-wet pussy. Then, with considerable reluctance, she took another dose of her aphrodisiacs, fulfilling her deal with the clinic.

She was franky terrified of taking the pills. With a slightly clearer head she was able to better appreciate how fucked up her day at work had been. Sucking Alistair’s dick? Spending the day with cum drying on her breasts? Being raped by Candy? Having her boobs visible through her top for everyone to see? If her coworkers didn’t think she was a total whore before, they did now. And if she’d been like that on her first dose, it was scary to think what she might do on a second dose, with the first not fully flushed out of her system yet. But she had no choice. She had to keep pleasing the Clinic to please her blackmailer, and the Clinic had only let her have the night off on the agreement she would stay dosed on the aphrodisiacs.

Laura spent some time tidying the house, and then prepared some snacks for the evening. Erica would do the actual cooking – she had always done most of the domestic chores around the house, and since the change in her relationship with Laura, Erica had basically been responsible for everything: Laura’s own personal house slave.

Nevertheless Laura had a desultory try at making a salad. Her efforts extended to throwing some lettuce into a bowl, chopping up a cucumber, and then drizzling salad dressing over it all. By the time she was done, the aphrodisiac was taking hold and Laura’s pussy was demanding attention. She tried to ignore it; but then her eye fell on a second cucumber, and before she could really think about it Laura found that she was pulling her panties aside and pushing the cucumber into her fucktunnel.

It felt good in there – it fit nicely, distending her vaginal walls just enough to be pleasantly uncomfortable – so she left it inside her, letting her panties hold it in place. It felt nice to walk around with a cold, squishy vegetable jammed in her twat, she found. It wasn’t the sort of thing she would normally do around the house – it was incredibly slutty – but if this was all it took to satisfy the drugs in her system she thought it was a good trade.

As she waited for Erica to get home, she thought about the violent and humiliating things she’d done to Erica recently and felt even hornier. Really, this was all Erica’s fault. It had been there in the very first email Laura had got from her blackmailer: “Your slut girlfriend is pretty.” If Laura hadn’t had such a slutty, attractive lover, maybe the blackmailer would have left her alone. It didn’t seem fair that Laura had to act like a whore at work while Erica got off so lightly.

By the time Erica got home, Laura had worked herself into a state, part lust and part anger. Before Erica could even ask why Laura was home so early, Laura had dragged her into the bedroom and ripped off the strawberry-haired bitch’s clothes. She sat there, looking at Erica for a while, deciding what to do with her. She wanted to make Erica lick her cunt, but Michael would be over soon and Laura didn’t have much time. The time factor likewise ruled out getting Erica to wear the strap-on.

Finally, she just settled for reaching between Erica’s legs and pinching her clitoris painfully. “Listen, we have Michael coming around tonight to visit, okay? And last time he came over we were really rude to him because of how much of a slut you were, so you have to make him happy tonight, all right?”

Erica nodded, confused, but desperate for Laura to release her clit.

“Good girl,” said Laura. She let Erica up, went into the kitchen, and came back with a glass of wine. “Drink this,” she said, and watched as Erica did. The glass contained a double dose of aphrodisiacs. Laura had decided that Erica deserved to be a slut tonight, and that a slutty Erica would probably please Michael.

Once Erica was drugged, Laura got her dressed. She picked out a pair of lacy panties, and used scissors to cut a slit in the groin so that Erica’s vulva poked lewdly out from the fabric. She found a short skirt, and made it even shorter by clipping its hem. Erica’s pussy could be seen under the hem even when she was standing upright. She took elastic bands and placed one around the base of each of Erica’s tits, making them bulge lewdly, and then slipped a mostly transparent white top over them that ended so abruptly that a copious amount of underboob was clearly visible. She completed the ensemble with a black neck collar, high heels, and a “fuck-me” makeup scheme. The final result made Erica look like a cross between a prostitute and a rape victim. Looking at her made Laura’s pussy pulse with desire, but she had no time for that. She took Erica’s hands, cuffed them behind her back, and then slapped Erica across the face.

“Be a good little slut tonight, okay?” said Laura. “Don’t contradict me, don’t whine and cry, just be nice to Michael, okay?”

Erica nodded, trying not to cry.

By the time Michael arrived, Laura and Erica were both fully in the grip of their aphrodisiacs. Laura could feel that her panties were completely soaked through, and a steady trickle of juice was running down her inner thigh into her left shoe. She desperately wanted to just pull up her skirts and masturbate but she couldn’t. Instead she greeted the sound of the doorbell by flinging open the door and enfolding Michael in a tight hug, crushing her tits against his chest and pushing her groin tightly against his. Her head was buried in his neck, and she knew he could feel her warm breath on his skin.

“Hello!” said Michael, surprised. Laura could feel his cock stiffening against her, and she briefly wondered what it would be like to have it in her mouth. She clamped her thighs together and felt the cucumber squish inside her vagina.

The hug went on for a long, awkward time. It felt so good to have a warm body against her; Laura didn’t want to let go. Michael eventually had to disentangle her himself; and when he did he finally saw Erica.

Laura could tell Michael was stunned by the fuckable lesbian whore standing in front of him. Most of Erica’s body was on display, and packaged to make it appear to be sexually ready. Her vulva was visible beneath her skirt, poking through the slit Laura had cut in her panties, and it was clearly wet and dripping. Erica’s hands were trapped in cuffs behind her body, which forced her to thrust her tits forward attractively.

“Sorry about Erica looking like such a slut,” said Laura casually. “This is how she wanted to dress when she heard you were coming over. I’ve cuffed her hands again so she won’t play with herself like a whore.”

Laura guided Michael to the couch and sent Erica to prepare the dinner. With her hands cuffed behind her back, it was hard for Erica to do much of anything, and Laura was amused to watch Erica trying to get a meal together by alternately holding things behind her back in her cuffed hands, or picking them up with her mouth. Most every action required Erica to bend over, exposing her pantied ass and poutingly wet pussy to Michael’s view.

Meanwhile Laura put on some light entertainment. She picked something from her anime collection without thinking, and then when it came on she blushed as she realised what she had chosen. It was hentai – pornographic anime – and it featured a pink-haired princess protagonist being raped by big-cocked monsters. The girl was dressed almost exactly as Laura was now. Laura had downloaded it for some titillating lesbian scenes later in the show where the protagonist 69ed a buxom elf; but right now she found herself sitting on a couch with her friend Michael watching this girl who looked like her having her clothes torn off and giant monster cocks jammed in her mouth and cunt.

Laura knew she should turn the show off and pick something more chaste; but it was clearly arousing Michael, even though he tried not to show it, and the purpose of the night was to please MIchael so he would give Laura the money she needed. Besides, something strange was happening to Laura as she watched the cartoon ogres raping the girl on screen. Ever time it showed the girl with a cock in her mouth, Laura’s pussy would throb pleasingly; and every time they withdrew their cocks from her mouth Laura would flinch a little. As she stared at the screen she realised she was opening her own mouth as the cocks drew near the girl’s mouth on the screen, and leaning forward as they withdrew as if she were chasing them. She clenched her mouth closed and tried to ignore what she was watching.

Soon Erica had finished cooking the food – a chicken and rice dish. Michael and Laura went to get plates and bring them down to the couch, just as the action in the hentai was transitioning to the lesbian scene Laura liked. Erica was left looking miserably at her plate, trying to work out how to eat it. In the end Laura took pity on her and got her to kneel on the floor near the couch, in front of her and Michael. They took turns hand feeding her, bringing the food to her mouth by hand and having Erica suck the rice and chicken from their fingers.

The feel of Erica sucking on her fingers combined with the big-titted cartoon sluts on screen out each other’s cunts was making it hard for Laura to think clearly. She wondered if Michael would mind if she pulled up her skirt and rubbed her pussy. Probably he wouldn’t. It wasn’t sluttier than what she was making Erica do. She wondered if Michael would mind if Erica licked her pussy for a bit. She looked across at the bulge in Michael’s pants and pictured it in her mouth. God, she wanted her dildo in her mouth so much. The rice and chicken Erica had made was tasty but sperm was tastier. The cucumber in Laura’s pussy was little more than a squashed cunty mash by this stage. She realised she should take it out.

Laura abruptly got up and went around the corner, into the part of the kitchen you couldn’t see from the couch. She reached under her dress quickly, dug the cucumber out of her pussy, and put it into a bowl. She wanted to rub her clit too but Michael would ask what she was doing soon. Instead she returned to the couch with the bowl of cunt-flavoured squashed cucumber.

“Erica’s health supplement,” she explained in response to Michael’s curious look, and then proceeded to hand-feed the cucumber to Erica. It was clear from Erica’s look that she understood what she was eating, but she said nothing, only licked the pussy-cucumber mash from Laura’s hand. Laura wished she had been able to feed it to Erica directly from her twat. Maybe next time.

As she looked down at her degraded girlfriend, Laura realised something. All night in the back of her mind she had been thinking about how last time Erica had sucked Michael’s dick – and how afterwards Laura had kissed Erica and tasted Michael’s cum. It had been so hot, and all night subconciously Laura had been fantasising about it.

But Michael wasn’t going to do that again; Laura had been furious at him. She had told him it was wrong and he wasn’t allowed to do it. And if he didn’t do it, Laura wasn’t going to get to taste his cum that night.

(A part of her mind told that her lesbians don’t obsess over tasting cum. She told it to shut up; it was just a taste, like strawberry jam or chocolate or any other taste, and it was entirely coincidence that it came from a man.)

Laura realised that she had to be a little bit active if she wanted to get her desires met. She cleared her throat, and said, “Michael, about the other night when you and Erica… you know….”

Michael blushed and avoided Laura’s eyes.

“No, it’s okay,” Laura said hurriedly. “I’ve just realised over the past week what a slut Erica is. You couldn’t have helped yourself. It was all her fault, not yours.”

Erica’s eyes widened with betrayal, but she said nothing.

“Just… if Erica’s like that again, and it happens again, that’s okay,” said Laura. “I understand how horny and slutty she can be. I won’t even tell you to stop, okay?”

Michael looked at Laura, disbelieving. “You’re not going to get angry if Erica sucks my… well, you know….”

“That’s right,” said Laura. She knew what she was saying was outrageous but she just couldn’t get the image out of her head of Erica’s mouth, full of cum, waiting to be kissed…

“Well… okay…” said Michael. His cock was a bulging lump in his pants and he was staring at whorish little kneeling Erica.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. Finally, Laura excused herself to go to the toilet. She took her purse with her, and after she had pissed she extracted the dildo and put it in her mouth while she masturbated. What had she just done? She felt equal parts guilt and arousal go through her brain as she frantically manipulated her clitoris. She had just told her best friend he could face-fuck her girlfriend and cum in her mouth. Oh god, how degraded had she become?

She felt an orgasm coming on. She couldn’t cum here, in the toilet, with her friend outside. She jerked her hand away from her cunt, pulled the plastic cock out of her mouth and staggered to her feet. She pulled up her panties and, still shaking, left the toilet.

Outside, she was greeted by a sight that took away the remainder of her self control. Michael’s pants were unzipped, and Erica was kneeling between his spread legs. Michael had a handful of her hair gripped tightly in each hand, and he was using it to violently pump her mouth up and down on his cock. He was fucking Laura’s girlfriend’s head against his dick. Erica appeared to be crying.

It was too much. Laura’s hand dove under her skirts, into her panties, and began to violently fingerfuck her pussy. She leant against the wall for support as she brought herself to orgasm while watching Erica suck off her friend. She came at about the same time Michael did, and watched as he pulled Erica’s face tight against his groin while he pumped semen into her mouth. Michael looked up as he orgasmed, and saw Laura standing there, masturbating her approval of his actions.

After Laura had orgasmed, she dropped to her knees and crawled over to Erica. She pulled Erica’s face off Michael’s cock, and passionately kissed her girlfriend on the lips. As she had hoped, Erica still had pools of Michael’s cum in her mouth, and Laura licked them out eagerly, holding Erica’s crying face tight against her own. The semen tasted amazing and Laura wanted to masturbate again; but surely she had been enough of a whore already? When there was no more sperm left in Erica’s mouth, Laura released her.

“I told him no,” Erica wailed as soon as she was free. “I told him I was going to be good for you but he made me suck him anyway.”

Was that true? Surely not, thought Laura. She didn’t want an Erica that was a lying slut like this; she wanted an Erica who was a good girl and let Laura lick cum from her mouth.

She slapped Erica across the face, hard. “Don’t lie, you whore,” she spat. “You seduced Michael like a slut, didn’t you?”

“No,” wept Erica.

Laura looked at Michael. His dick was still out, glistening with cum. He looked stunned at everything that had just happened.

“She’s a lying whore,” Laura said to Michael. “Slap her.”

Robotically, not really sure what he was doing, Michael did. He backhanded Erica across the face. It made his dick wiggle and Laura couldn’t help herself. She opened her mouth and took Michael’s cock into it, sucking eagerly at the last semen welling from the tip. She felt Michael’s hands slip into her hair, caressing her, pulling her head closer, and she could no longer resist – she needed to touch her cunt again. She started to play with her cunt, kneeling there with Michael’s softening cock in her mouth, and remained that way until she had orgasmed once again.

Afterwards no one had much to say. Michael was looking at Erica and Laura in a new way; part arousal, part contempt, part guilt. He eventually reached into his wallet, pulled out a wad of notes – the money Laura needed – and then slowly and deliberately stuffed them down the front of Laura’s dress to nestle between her breasts. “Okay, you seem like a good investment,” he said, and the message to Laura was clear – she had just prostituted herself and her girlfriend for this money.

Michael then left. Erica wouldn’t stop crying, and kept weeping after Michael was gone, so Laura eventually slapped her a few more times, and then put on the strap-on and used it to plug Erica’s mouth. She wanted to hurt Erica; Erica who was a lying temptress slut who had sucked off Laura’s friend; so she filled the strap-on this time from the bottle of urine. The look on Erica’s face as her mouth filled with a stranger’s piss, flooding out of the plastic cock and down her throat, was priceless, and it gave Laura her final orgasm of the night.

(To be continued…)

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