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Claire finished the breakfast dishes and was on her way out the door from her upscale suburban home and into the big four wheel drive Ford Explorer. Gliding smoothly into traffic, she thought that lately shopping seemed to be her only outlet. Her husband Frank was away on business at least three nights a week, and usually more. Not to be complaining, Frank is a wonderful provider and father for her and the twins, but it seemed like they hardly ever saw each other, let alone spending any meaningful time together.

As she pulled into the mall parking garage, Claire’s thoughts turned to the ad she had seen in the local newspaper–OPENING FRIDAY!!! BOUDOIR LINGERIE!!! Claire had been taken by the ad immediately, and she really could use some new bras and panties. Even though she and Frank had been married for eight years Claire had managed to stay in good shape, and for a thirty three year old she still could turn a man’s head, and the only real change in her body was her chest size. When she graduated from college Claire was a perfect 34-C, but after the birth of her daughters, her boobs had grown to a very heavy 34-D. Although they sagged a little, she still filled out a bra like a centerfold, and when he did show some interest, Frank liked to tell her that no Playboy bunny could hold a candle to her! As she entered the mall she thought of the last time he had sucked her tits, and her nipples got getting hard just thinking about it inducing her to look down at her chest and see the two buds poking through her blouse, causing her to shiver!!!
There was hardly a sole to be seen as Claire headed off to find the new store, BOUDOIR LINGERIE, and after locating a store register directory, she found that it was on Level 3 East. The elevator ride and walk to the store took about five minutes, but when she approached the door she realized it was about a half hour until opening, and as she was just about to walk away, she caught a movement behind the glass. As she focused her eyes, Claire saw an attractive woman of about forty five coming to the locked door. She clicked the latch, opened the door and invited Claire to come in, introducing herself as Shawna while extending her hand. As Claire was shaking hands she gave Shawna a quick look over–tall, about 5’10’ Claire guessed, dark brown hair with just a touch of gray that was pulled back behind her head and held in place with a silver barrette while a stern but attractive face that was highlighted with light pink rouge and matching lip gloss. Tactfully dressed in a light gray suit with a rose colored silk blouse that was accented by a loosely tied mauve scarf, the hem of her skirt was just about knee high and covered obviously athletically trim legs while black patent leather high heals completed the ensemble!!! Impressive to say the least!!!

Shawna led Claire into the main lingerie department and commented that she was her first customer and she wanted to give Claire her undivided attention. After a few pleasantries were exchanged Shawna got down to business and asked Claire exactly what she was looking for, after which Claire told her that a few bra and panty sets would be good for starters. Shawna quickly led Claire to the expensive Amore’ line that was being endorsed by a European actress. Shawna asked Claire to remove her coat and after giving her a quick once over, she selected flesh colored and black sets and led Claire to the changing room. Claire didn’t usually try on underclothes in a store, but this time she seemed to be swept along by the aura that Shawna exuded.

Claire expected Shawna to hand her the clothes and wait outside the changing room, but instead she gently pulled her inside and closed the door. In a matter of fact tone Shawna instructed Claire to remove her clothes, and after hesitating for a moment, a firm look from Shawna made Claire begin to undress. Although she was embarrassed, Claire quickly removed all of her clothing until she was standing naked before the approving eyes of Shawna. It was strange but Claire was proud of the way her body looked, and never in her whole life had she ever thought about displaying herself to another woman, however here she was in a changing room standing naked before a total stranger!!! In a soft voice Shawna murmured, “Very nice,” while handing the flesh colored panties to Claire and told her to put them on. As she pulled them up over her hips she saw Shawna looking directly at her blond haired crotch, which caused Claire to shiver and make her nipples immediately harden. She adjusted her panties and reached for the bra, and as she began to put it on, she felt Shawna’s hands helping with the clasp in back, then reaching around her with both arms she adjusted her chest inside the large cups. As she tugged and pulled on the bra, Shawna let her hands roam all over her, gently cupping each breast and squeezing and pinching her nipples. Claire was stunned but didn’t move as Shawna continued to touch her while biting on her shoulder and ear. As the massaging of her chest became more intense, Claire then felt the clasp to the bra unhook! Shawna’s hands were now on her bare breasts! Claire turned around to face Shawna directly, and immediately Shawna’s mouth went straight to her nipples, sucking on them urgently for two or three minutes as the moisture was filling her hot pussy. Claire became dizzy with desire and Shawna slipped to her knees and pulled off the flimsy panties. “This is what I want,” she said, as she pushed Claire down on the changing room stool and pulled open her legs. Shawna’s mouth barely touched her outer lips, but it caused Claire to shudder! The feeling was unbelievable!!! When Shawna forced her tongue into her hot slit, the first of her orgasms hit like a tidal wave. Wave after wave poured over the shaking woman, and just as she began to come down from her high, Shawna’s expert tongue found her clit and began a steady licking and sucking that caused Claire to cum three more times in quick succession!!!
Claire reached out and caressed Shawna’s face and murmured little thank you’s as she nursed the older woman until Shawna got to her feet and stood before her still seated partner. Now it was Shawna’s turn to remove her clothing. Silently she unbuttoned her jacket, and Claire could see that beneath all that material was a very very large chest. The thin silk blouse was strained to its limits as she shrugged the coat from her shoulders, and you could clearly see the outline of a very sexy low cut white bra through the thin material!!! Slowly Shawna undid the buttons of her blouse exposing one of the most beautiful chests Claire had ever seen, and as if drawn by a magnet, Claire reached up and felt the huge bust as it fought to free itself from the straining nylon. As she caressed her boobs, Shawna continued to undress, slipping out of her skirt and standing before Claire in a bra, panties, garter belt and hose. She was certainly a living advertisement for BOUDOIR LINGERIE!!! Shawna stood motionless for a few seconds, letting Claire get a good look at her magnificent body, while Claire noticed a very definite wet spot on the front of Shawna’s frilly panties. With both hands Shawna grabbed at the waistband of her panties and gave them a quick hard pull, tearing them away and leaving Claire staring directly at the dark furry pussy of her seductress. Without a word Shawna lifted her right leg and put it on the side of the stool Claire was sitting on, opening Shawna’s pussy and leaving it just inches from Claire’s mouth. The aroma was absolutely intoxicating!! Gently Shawna pulled Claire’s head towards her waiting crotch and in a stern voice commanded, “Suck Mama!!!” Claire buried her face right into the hot wet cunt and within seconds brought the quivering lady to a smashing orgasm.

As both women held each other in the afterglow of great sex, Claire knew that a whole new horizon had been opened for her that day! She vowed that from now on she would take the initiative to create her own sexual destiny, and as we will find out in future stories, she does exactly that!!!

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new writing after 8 years

Amy-Sue: Who me?
By Boez
Chapter One
It was one of those days where the temperature and humidity together passed 200. The kind of day you would expect in an equatorial rain forest. The kind of day that gave a new meaning to sweat.
You always hear that high temperatures in Phoenix are accompanied by low humidity thereby making 117 degrees merely bearable. Look it’s not natural to be able to defrost a steak by putting it on the hood of your car for 2 minutes.
Amy-Sue had to do a little shopping downtown on this day and was standing in her bedroom rummaging through her dresser looking for something to wear. Because Amy was a rather Junoesque woman, a compromise had to be reached between comfortable and practical. Not an easy feat anytime and even more difficult on this particular day.
“Damn it, I’ve put on a few pounds. I better not wear these shorts,” she groused. Soon clothes were flying over her head as she searched for something to wear that wasn’t too hot or constricting. She finally settled on a denim skirt that was literally a belt but fit fine around her waist. ‘Better not bend down too much,’ she thought.
Amy had put on the skirt and was now thinking about what to do with her COLT 45’s (really 44’s, but whose counting). Anyway she decided on a leotard type top only because it was very light and cool. The impossibly thin straps were aptly thought of as spaghetti straps. They were by no means linguini or vermicelli but more like Angel Hair. Hungry??? You wait!!!
Chapter Two
Getting into her truck, she turned it on and then pumped up the AC to bring the heat down to blast furnace. After a few minutes of cooling, Amy was on her way into town. There was a sale for some clothing items at the “Grotto” that she did not want to miss.
The traffic seemed routine, a little congestion but nothing out of the ordinary. She had her XM going to “Evanescence,” her favorite band, (probably because she wanted to do the Amy Lee in the worst way). Our Amy was listening to “Open Door” while taking a hit from a sneaky. Her legs were apart as she drove and she was getting just a tad musty. She realized that the top she had on was cool all right but a pain in the ass because of the size of her bust.
‘Oh well.’ She thought; ‘so what, I like the feeling of being almost naked and besides by the time anyone notices, I will be blocks away.’
As she passed the Convention Center, the ride got a little bumpy. She rolled down the passenger side window and listened. Sure as shit she had a flat in the right rear tire. “Ah fuck, just what I fuckin need!”
She was at the corner of Washington and Third by Symphony Hall when she had to pull over. There was a space near the drop off area. Amy-Sue got out of the truck oblivious to how she was dressed. The heat was oppressive and the sweat began to extrude from every pore in her body. Talk about “beaver’s,” Amy got out as if her legs had never met. Every inch of her pussy and inner thighs were right there for the looking. She never even thought about it.
Chapter Three
She went around the back of the pick-up and as she expected the tire was as flat as a pancake. She took down the rear gate and got what she need off the truck. It never once crossed her mind that she did not exactly have a mechanics outfit on.
I mean if you pulled into your garage with a flat tire and someone came out to change your tire wearing a very short denim skirt, bare-legged, and a flimsy top with teeny thin straps trying to keep two sweaty, round breasts in place, along with a shock of thick blond leonine hair and big brown eyes, what would you think? Probably that you walked into the filming of a Russ Meyers movie. Or maybe even that this was a flashback from drug use at a younger age.
Amy-Sue rolled the tire around and rested it up against the side of the truck. Then she had to crouch down to take of the lugs off. Have you ever seen a catcher in a baseball game when he’s calling for a pitchout? You know what I mean, one leg stretched way out to one side, the other beneath the torso for balance. Got the picture? Can you see it in your mind’s eye?
Let me just say that a few people in the coffee shop, a woman at a florist counter, and a handful of people going in and out of the Hall knew that they were NOT at a baseball game.
Chapter Four
Maybe you are wondering how I know all this. Maybe I was in the coffee shop. So don’t sweat the small stuff and concentrate on your mental picture…Amy in a squat, open-legged, vagina very visible, sweating and grunting as she changed tires. Tires are just a tad dirty from dirt and grime on the roads and if you manhandle one you soon begin to look like the tire.
In addition to getting dirty, sweat was running profusely from every pore of her body. She was dripping, dirty and just a sight, and totally oblivious to the show she was putting on.
I wish I could have sold tickets. Would have made a bundle, but back to Amy-Sue.
Bad tire off; good tire on, tighten the lugs and pump down the jack. That’s what did it. The action of pumping down the jack forcefully (and if you have ever done it you know exactly what I mean) made her ample chest bounces around likes a super ball on a tile floor.
Those “Angel Hair” straps just plumb gave up. The threads began to unravel slowly. Just as Amy pulled the jack out from underneath the frame, she stood up. In her hands she held a crowbar and the jack so there was nothing she could do when the left strap burst and was immediately followed by the right one doing the same.
Amy-Sue stood there with a crowbar in one hand and the jack in the other, hands down at her side, skirt riding up on her hips and her prodigious bust right there for everyone to see. Sweat was permeating her entire body and she glistened. The bright hot sun made her look like she was made of gold or on fire.
She quickly tossed the tools onto the truck bed and added the flat and tried to cover herself to no avail. Her hands were way too small to cover her tits. She was able to pull down her skirt just a bit because she was so wet but it did no good.
Chapter Five
It was at this very moment that Amy became totally aware of her surroundings. There were fifty or so people around, standing still and they were all ‘STARING AT HER.’ Some of the men were glassy eyed from trying not to blink, lest they miss one moment. Even women were staring and some were offended (probably because they were uglier than Freddie Kruger, and no one would look at them even if they were starkers).
If I didn’t see it with my own eyes I would never in a million years expected to see Amy-Sue blushing. But there she was in all her glory, sweaty, streaked with road dirt, covering her bust with her hands and trying to keep her legs together.
Look I know she’s no dilettante. She knows what she has, is proud of it, doesn’t mind placing her menu in the window and is not by any stretch of the imagination, innocent, but this crowd of people gave her goose bumps, which made her all the more attractive to most of the crowd there. I guarantee that half of the guys would have married her on the spot.
Chapter Six
Just then a police car pulled up, and a couple of cops got out and walked into the crowd asking who was responsible for all the commotion?
Spotting Amy-Sue he said “Are you responsible for this scene? Do you always dress like this? Don’t you care what people think?”
Amy-Sue just looked at him with her hands over her nipples and said as innocently as possible…Who Me???
Author’s note: Someone asked me sweetly, to please not end it here, so one thing led to another …read on please
Epilogue
After the police broke up the ogling pedestrians they went over to Amy and tried to be, well, Police! You know, mirrored sun glasses (which allowed them to stare with impunity), and chatter to the precinct desk about questioning the perpetrator and securing crowd control and all that efficient garbage the police are famous for, making a non-event into a cataclysm of national security proportions.
Fortunately they were human after all and were putting on a display in case some do-gooder offended idiot wanted to make trouble. As Amy was getting back in the truck, the only other woman around was an officer (a sergeant, no less) who did not get out of the police car. She tossed Amy-Sue a tee shirt from some PBA golf tournament. “Here, I suggest you put this on,” she said quietly, “And the rest of you get back to work.”
All of the cops turned away and got back to their respective cars and the Sergeant was the last one left. Just before she walked away she told Amy, “I am going to follow you for a little while to make sure that this doesn’t lead to something more dangerous.”
“I’m sure everything will be fine, officer, but thanks just the same.”
As she was driving away Amy realized that she was very hot in more ways then one. The idea of being so exposed made her very wet. As a matter of fact that was why she was driving with one hand. Then realizing how sweaty she was she pulled into a Mexican take out joint, to get something cold to drink and cool down.
Looking in her rear-view mirror she saw ‘The Guardian’ pull in behind her. However the sergeant did not get out right away.
After a few minutes Amy-Sue got back in the truck with a big ice-cold mountain dew and kicked back to enjoy it. The Sergeant came over to introduce herself, “Hi, my name is Mary Johnson; please excuse me, but I am not talking to you on official business.”
“What can I do for you?” inquired Amy.
“Well, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it,” she seemed really embarrassed as she shuffled her feet.
“Please, just say it.”
“Well, ok, it’s just that I have never seen anyone in my life that made me as hot as you did back there.” “I mean that’s why I didn’t get out of the car.” I didn’t want the guys to see how flustered I was.” “Hell, I know I’m taking a chance telling you this, but I just had to try.”
Amy-Sue had a big smile on her face; “God what a wonderful thing to say.” “Would you like to go somewhere and talk about this further?”
They exchanged phone numbers and Mary said that her shift was going to end at 8pm and that she would call the minute she got home.
Can you just see the shit-eating grins they both wore?
Chapter A
Amy-Sue was in the shower when she heard the phone. The cell was ringing so she reached over to the vanity and answered “Hello!”
“Amy. This is Mary, you know, we met today?”
“Hi Mary, glad you called, can you hold on a second while I get out of the shower?”
“Of course I can and that sounds really delicious,” said Mary, a husky kind of comment as if she was treading lightly.
As Amy began to dry herself she picked up the phone. “I’m back, so what’s up?” There was a long pause then the two of them began to laugh.
“What a question” Mary said, “Look Amy are you able to go out tonight?” “I mean can you meet me somewhere where we can talk?”
“Sure where do you want to meet?” “My time is my own.”
“Great do you know where “The Biz” is? “It used to be called ‘Ain’t Nobody’s Bizness’ or something like that.” “Say in an hour?”
“I’ll be there Mary, looking forward to it.”
“Me too Ames, me too!”
Chapter B
Amy-Sue had passed this place a few times and thought it might be a masculine challenged place. Well it was, and that didn’t bother her one bit.
She decided to wear a ‘just above the knee” leather skirt, a black Danskin top with a dungaree vest and a pair of black espadrilles.
There were only about three people in the bar (all women) and they took no notice of her. Amy walked up to the bar and perched upon a stool at the bend of the bar.
The bartender was a non-descript older woman who walked over and said, “Hi, what can I get you?”
Amy ordered a margarita.
The drink was made to perfection and served promptly. “Are you Amy?” said the barmaid.
Amy stared at her and put two and two together. No wide-eyed bumpkin she. “Yes I am. Is Mary here yet?”
“No but she’s on her way. She phoned and described you perfectly and told me that your money was no good.” And if I may say so, her description was perfect, enjoy, make yourself comfortable…”
Amy, lit up a smoke, and took a few sips.
Before long, she felt a tap on her shoulder and there stood a stranger, oh wait! It was Mary looking completely different then she did when she was in uniform.
It was black and sheer and did not expose anything but you could “see” everything.
“Hi!” Amy said, smiling.
“Amy I’m so glad you showed up. Especially here where we can be ourselves and I don’t have my officers standing around drooling,” Mary said giggling.
They almost bumped heads giving each other a ‘hello smooch.’
The bartender, who was introduced as Rita, poured a “Jack” on the rocks without being asked. Mary took a belt and suggested that they grab a booth where they could be more comfortable. They settled in and before long a young looking waitress brought them another round.
“Damn, these are going down really good,” Amy, mentioned as she was looking at the departing ass of the waitress. Mary’s eyes were locked on Amy’s, watching her ass-watch. At the same time there was very quick, but very noticeable pause in their thought processes. Kind of like a decision being made that there was no turning away from.
Chapter C
At first, Mary was not really sure where Amy-Sue’s tastes ran. I mean she was obviously cosmopolitan, but was it mere friendliness or was there more involved. At that moment Mary knew the answer. Amy’s eyes were all over the waitress’ ass.
“Pardon me Mary, I was just perving, I have never been to this place before, nice help and the bartender was really nice to me,” Amy explained.
“You haven’t seen a thing yet sweetheart, wait until the rest of the ‘bims’ get here.”
“Bims,” Amy questioned.
“Yeah Bims as in bimbos, we say it with love of course, they just love to strut their stuff and most of them have a lot of stuff to strut.”
“Man I can’t wait, when does the show start?” Amy asked.
“How about a preview Amy,” Mary smiled as she was calling the waitress back.
“Kelly, come back here please,” she called out. Kelly sauntered over looking dreamy eyed and totally responsive and pliable all at the same time.
Mary reached out and put her left hand on Kelly’s hip, “Kelly, this is my new friend Amy-Sue; hopefully you’ll be seeing more of her, (chuckles) I mean more of her here.”
“Oh I knew what you meant Miss Mary, but both would be nice.”
“Wonderful! I hope you didn’t mind me checking out your bod Kelly you are quite exciting to look at.”
Kelly stood transfixed. “Amy-Sue, may I call you that, you can check me out any damn time you please. For you I would be easy pickings, as I want to see more of you too!”
“Hey you little slut, wait your frigging turn, I saw her first,” Mary said with a big grin on her face.
Amy-Sue’s fire was always nuclear. There was no fuse to this stick of dynamite. She put her hands under her large bust and suggestively cupped her breasts for both Kelly and Mary to ogle. “If I could, I would whip these babies out right now and ask you two to feast on them,” Amy said huskily.
As if scripted, both Mary and Kelly looked at each other and said at exactly the same time “So? What are you waiting for, an invitation?”
Her bluff called (the greatest thing about Amy-Sue was her ability to just do it, now) Amy realized it was put up or shut up. First her vest came off. Her Danskin immediately followed this, and before you could gulp, Amy had her breasts in each hand offering them to Kelly and Mary, and watching their reaction.
While they were slobbering, Amy had a delayed reaction. Momentary panic as she realized that the situation had taken off unexpectedly quick. “Oh Christ, what the fuck am I doing, I don’t want to get anyone in trouble. Gee I hope no one saw us.”
Mary and Kelly looked at each other solemnly, and burst out laughing. “Rita, will you click us on please?”
Suddenly a large 50-inch Plasma flat screen came to life and there was Amy cupping her huge bust as the girls drooled over her. There was a smattering of applause from about a dozen other women that Amy-Sue never even noticed. Then all of the women came around laughing and smiling and introducing themselves.
Chapter D
Amy’s initial uncertainty vanished as quickly as it surfaced. She sat there chest out letting her bust do the talking for her. Then another attack of boldness hit her. She pulled off her leather skirt and sat on the edge of the table with her legs open, her bust self-mauled, and a lascivious look on her face inviting nothing but lust. She was on fire, fully engaged.
“So do you girls tape everyone who comes in here? Aren’t you afraid to get into trouble?” Amy asked.
“Baby, Mary answered, no one gets in here without clearance first, and I do mean no one.” “Now the rest of you will have to wait for another time,” Mary ordered.
Some of the women actually came closer to Mary and gave her breasts, a friendly grab, as they drifted away. Amy-Sue did NOT fail to notice Mary’s command of the situation. A true sergeant at work! Her pussy was starting to drip in anticipation.
Kelly was the last to walk away but not before saying, “I’ll do anything you want Amy, anything!” It was enough to make Amy shudder once with the pre-cum shakes

Epilogue Redux
I
Mary stood up right in front of a nearly buck naked Amy, looking into her eyes, breathing heavily and whispering, “If I don’t get you out of here soon, I may have to draw a weapon to get you away from the mob.” Amy couldn’t tell how much was a joke and how much was serious. All she knew was that she was nodding, gulping and smiling as she pulled on her top fastened her skirt and sat down to finish her drink.
“God Mary, I’m on fucking fire. Did Kelly mean what she said about anything, anything at all?” Amy questioned.
“Oh Absolutely… The little slut,” said with a twinkle in her eyes.
Amy looked up at her and made a conscious decision right at that moment. Being no one’s fool she never gave herself away prematurely. Amy knew who she was and knew exactly what she wanted. She was just particular about it. At this precise moment, Amy knew exactly what she wanted, she thought, “I just hope I am reading her right.”
Amy did not have a thing to worry about. Her radar was working on all cylinders.
II
“Mary, I want to go somewhere. I want to go with you. I want to say just like Kelly said to me.” Amy was looking down at Mary’s legs when she said it. She missed the momentary smile that crossed Mary’s lips.
Mary looked Amy straight in the eye and said, “Is that the way you speak to a superior officer, she intoned, with just the hint of a twinkle in her eye.
Amy meekly and quietly said “I’m sorry Mary, I don’t know how to speak to you properly will you please instruct me.” The change in Amy-Sue was so sudden that Mary almost missed her cue. (Almost only counts in hand grenades, horseshoes and halitosis.)
“Wicked lady, not here, not now! We should bolt!”
“I think we are going to be booed loudly,” Mary was laughing as she said this. As they got up to leave, her comment turned out to be right on the money. Friendly boos and catcalls for a moment but only a moment.
Once outside, they were in the parking lot.
“Should we both drive,” Amy-Sue asked.
“Definitely, Mary stated, late nights are much different here then they are now.
III
Amy and Mary each drove their own wheels with Mary leading the way. It was a short 25-minute drive to the outskirts of town where Mary pulled into a lot at Zenobia Towers. Well this was supposed to be an uppity place so Amy followed to a spot Mary was pointing to.
The doorman opened the door and said hello to both informally but it was quite clear he knew Mary. On to the elevator where Mary pressed 17, which was one floor from the top, soon they were walking in to a bright airy and very posh apartment, or as Mary mentioned her condo.
While Amy was ready to serve her mistress sexually that did not mean she was a collared puppy. “Jesus, how much do they pay Sergeants in Phoenix?”
“My Ex wasn’t a policeman,” Mary said smiling broadly, and that as they say, was that.
There were a few chuckles between then and then an awkward moment of silence. Up to now there was nothing but showboating, mugging, posing, and just teasing and a little grab ass. Now they were totally alone and not on display. There was no show to put on. No one was watching and cheering from the cheap seats.
We all know what Amy-Sue looked like but Mary hasn’t been exposed to our eyes yet except for this sheer black thing she was wearing when she met Amy.
Mary was about 3 inches taller than Amy at 5’10’, weighed about 150 pounds, which made her a little thin for her height but that, was a very misleading thin. Talk about a hard body! Mary was fit, defined, cut and looked like a sprinter, you know, sleek, all graceful lines, long muscles, perfect skin, a good “better than B not quite a C” cup, no waist, slender hips and the greatest legs since Jennifer “Anyone.”
“Baby, I think we need a drink or two and we need to get out of these duds,” Mary said.
“Why don’t you use this guest room to freshen or whatever you would like to do to get comfortable?”
“You’ll find lots of stuff to wear, in the closet and in the drawers.” “That is…well never mind,” Mary hesitated. The hesitation was barely perceptible.
Amy however was all nerve-endings and caught it square in the chops.
“What were you going to say Mary?”
“I was going to say wear or not wear…totally up to you,” Mary said and turned to walk into the kitchen and continue what she was doing.
“Ooh I like the sound of that, maybe I can do a little of both,” Amy-Sue said in a little quiet voice.
From the kitchen came a deep-throated chuckle…
“Sticking to margarita’s Amy? Hungry? And after a little pause….Horny?
“Yes…Yes… Yes,” Amy-Sue called out.
IV
Amy sat on the edge of the bed and first started curling her toes in the thick shag carpeting. The room was very feminine, in taste, color, design, and smell. The bed was a king sized addition and had about a dozen pillows covering the spread but not like a magazine picture but more like someone who just wanted to have a pile to dive into.
Furniture was modern, and there were no edges. Rounded corners everywhere; the pictures seemed part gothic and part fairy tale. The room was tasteful and just fun to look at. Amy wondered what Mary’s bedroom looked like if this was the guest room.
Off came her skirt and her top.
Amy opened up the top dresser drawer and hit pay dirt. Panties galore! ‘Red! I want something red,’ she thought, and Ta-Da!!!
Amy held an impossibly thin pair with strings on the side. She tied two bows on each side and checked herself out in the mirror. “Great!”
Second drawer had bras, halters, tubes, and tees. Amy knew that the bras would be a waste of time as they were not in the same range. She grabbed this half cut tee and laughed then tried it on for size, and chuckled some more. It actually said “SLUT” but after Amy pulled it on it looked more like CIIIT.
The bottoms of her mega-breasts were fully visible, but the effect was spellbinding to her.
“Mary?”
“That’s Mistress Mary, or just Mistress to you baby,” Mary answered matter-of-factly.
You know when a switch is turned on, the power surge is barley negligible but nevertheless still you know it?
Amy-Sue felt this, switch, being thrown. In less time then it takes to think it…
“Mistress, would you please tell me where I should find some shoes?”
Amy’s response surprised Mary a bit. It was like a different person said it. Not as firm as the unrestrained exhibitionist. Not as weak as a sissy boy. It was just the right amount of little girl and cosmopolitan woman.
“The closet next to the john, my little tramp,” Mary said firmly.
Mary responded in a hushed whisper, “Ooh I like that name,” she said.
“What was that? “Speak Up!”
Amy-Sue raised her voice and said, “I like being called names, Mistress!”
“You do?” Well good, because I like calling you names, now hurry the fuck up and get out here I want to see what you chose,” Mary ordered in her best drill sergeant voice.
Amy had chosen a pair of bright red open toed 4-inch high heels that fit like a glove.
V
She stepped into the kitchen and stood there in her outfit waiting for Mary to notice her.
Amy stood with her hands clasped and in front of her panties with her arm pushing her breasts together. Her head was bowed a little making her look up. The effect was of a little girl who just might be a little shy.
Mary turned and just stared. Wordless! Expressionless! Just stared and eyed Amy up and down for a good 30 seconds.
Mary gulped visibly, but plunged ahead.
“Oh good you have your name tag on I see. Now listen and get it straight, you do not ever hide yourself from my eyes. Why are your hands where they are?”
Amy put her hands on her hips instead, Sorry Mistress, what’s expected of me?” Amy asked.
“Look you slut you know why I took charge of you earlier, because you were showing everything to everyone, and now you stand before me, shy and hiding.” This will not do, no fucking way this will do.”
“You are MY slut, you hear that? “MY SLUT!!!” “Here in this house at least, and as MY SLUT you will always show yourself to me no matter what’s happening. Open you legs, handle your bust, spread your asshole, and pose lewdly. Use anything you can find to fuck yourself. Damn it you need to be spanked.” Mary’s face was red with force.
“Oh mistress can you forgive me? Are you going to spank me? Hard?” Amy was looking down while she spoke. But her hands were moving. She was toying with the panty knot on her left hip with one hand and running her fingertips under her bust with the other.
“You admit you’ve been bad. You skank you! I’ll just have to teach you a lesson.” “Hop up on the counter and sit there with your legs open.”
Amy did exactly as she was told.
Mary handed her a drink. “Here drink this right down and you are going to have three or four of these as quickly as you can swallow them.”
It’s easy when you make a pitcher of drinks. They belted them down in big gulps. All the while Amy sat there feeling herself up and Mary took in every movement, without expression.
“Okay, now you have to get away from me I want to concentrate and you are distracting me. Come with me, Trollope!”
Mary got down and followed Mary through the living room.
Mary went to the patio, and slid open the door.
“Now before you go on the patio, take that fucking shirt off and those panties. You can keep the shoes.”
Amy-Sue did as she was told. Now she walked out into the open air. This was more like it. Naked, breasts bouncing, legs open, cunt wet, nipples hard….Suddenly!
…Mary attached a pair of handcuffs to Amy’s left wrist and then connected the business end to the railing making Mary’s territory limited to a few feet around her where she could be seen by anyone in the penthouse and neighbors on both sides of Mary’s place.
VI
Mary went back inside and closed the sliding door behind her. She went into her room and did not appear again for a good fifteen minutes.
Amy’s drinks were now coursing through her veins and she was just a tad sloshed. She had managed to reach a pack of smokes lying there and lit one up.
Her inhibitions, of which she had very few to begin with were totally gone. Amy-Sue was looking at the view and her free hand was exploring her body. First she pinched her nipples until they looked like thumbs sticking out, then her free hand was between her thighs and slipping into her sopping pussy and then even into her asshole.
What Amy did not know, was what Mary was doing in her room. Amy just assumed she was dressing for the part or getting some toys to play with.
Well she was only partially right.
Mary had slipped through the other door in her bedroom and went next door to her “neighbor’s apartment which just happened to have a perfect view of Mary’s patio.
Mary’s “friend” Jane T was away on vacation so Mary was able to go in there and set up a camera that would capture anything that happened on her patio. She was also getting crazy watching Amy feel herself up, fingering herself into a controlled frenzy.
At one point Amy had two fingers in her ass and then removed them and ran them first under her nose and then put them into her mouth and sucked them clean.
Mary was now aflame and had had enough preparation. She flew out of Jane T’s apartment and into her own and put on black stockings, thigh high boots and a red leather bodice that pushed up her breast suggestively as if invisible hands were cupping them.
She grabbed a riding crop, a paddle, a ball gag and a bag of goodies and stormed onto the patio like some Warrior Princess from hell coming to avenge the lost souls.
Amy’s mouth hung open.
“Oh mistress you are so beautiful!!” “I thought you forgot about me.”
“Baby, when I’m done with you, you may wish I had,” Mary said with a slightly icy chill.
She dropped her toys on the deck and as if by magic produced another set of handcuffs and coupled Amy’s free (right) wrist to the same railing.
Now Amy’s arms were far enough apart so that she had to stand with her legs apart affording Mary full view off asshole and cunt and more importantly, full access.
Mary walked behind Amy so she was hidden and without warning picked up a cat-o-nine tails and snapped her wrist perfectly causing the leather filaments to snap as if they were electrified. The blow landed on Amy’s left cheek just above the thigh and below the ass.
Before Amy could utter a protest, another blow landed on the other side. Mary then approached Amy’s slightly pink rear-end and kissed her ass once on each cheek.
With the handle of the Tails she began to trace the crack of Amy’s ass pressing the knob into the hole but stopping before actual penetration.
“Oh mistress, please, let me feel it more, please!!!!” Amy was getting drunker by the moment. Question was; was it from downing four drinks in a row, or from Mary’s actions, or both. (Like you need to guess)!
Mary was standing behind Amy’s ass and started passively lashing Amy’s back and reaching around and touching her hanging cans too. Then just a little harder.
Then she backed off causing Amy to try to see where she went and trying to figure what else was going to happen.
Amy’s body had a tingle in it from the little shocks the tails were causing but she wanted more and didn’t know how to ask.
As she was trying to decide what to do next she felt something that was as hard as mahogany probing her asshole.
Mary stood over Amy’s backside and let a bog glob of spit land right on Amy’s bung hole, then another, and another, “now baby I’ll give you something to squirm about.”
“What are you going to do to me Mistress?
Instead of beating around the bush (no pun intended) Mary’s came right out with. “I am going to fuck your ass with this 16 inch nightstick that I use for my more dangerous and nasty criminals and see if I can’t find another use for it besides banging dirt bags, upside the head.
“Yes Mistress, I want that, I want that real bad, fuck my ass, make me come Mistress, ooh please let me feel it,” Amy was practically begging.
Mary was in no mood to tease anymore. She got down on one knee behind Amy’s succulent asshole and proceeded to rub the crack first.
Through all of this Amy was fidgeting and getting all crazy. She wanted to finger herself or just rub stuff but she was restrained from doing so.
Mistress Mary, on the other hand, was enjoying the tease. She would press the end of her club into the rosebud and just as the pucker spot began to respond she would move to another spot.
Amy’s breathing began to be erratic. It was beginning to sound more like panting. As Amy was being caressed, she started to sway rhythmically.
Her luscious breasts were hanging there so inviting, so large, and so full. Each jiggle was like the undulations of waves rolling over the tops of a calm sea.
Mary placed her free hand on Amy-Sue’s vagina and was startled at how wet she was. At first Mary just rubbed her whole vulva, then tweaked her clit and with just a little loss of self – control (Mary’s) she inserted four fingers into Amy’s cunt and just pulled one side open.
Her hand was now soaked so Mary wiped off the pasty nectar on Amy’s asshole.
The nightstick also got greased up and Mary went back to knocking on the entranceway.
This door needed to be opened, so Mary began to push inwards a little at a time but steadily. Soon the passage contracted and literally engulfed the edge of the mahogany rod. First just an inch or so, then a few more, then out, but not all the way, then in again a little deeper.
A steady metronome kind of motion was having its effect. Amy’s knees were a little less steady. Her breathing was more like gasping. Her desperation at not being able to caress an manipulate her self began to cause discomfort, and still the beat went on.
Mary was engrossed watching the stick go in about 4 inches and then return. It wasn’t enough.
Not by a long shot!!!
VII
“You like it in the ass, don’t you, you dirty whore?” Mary was intoxicated herself and lest you think she was cool calm and collected and merely the enabler, think again.
“Oh Mistress please fuck me harder, I want more please!”
Mary stared a different pace now. The stick was being pushed in deeper now, first 6 then 8 then 10 inches up Amy’s hungrily squeezing ass. Mary was inserting it slowly and pulling all but enough to keep the spot open. Slowly in, an inch at a time steadily, and out fast like a bullet being discharged, Mary was enjoying this.
Amy was slavering now, her juices were coming from everywhere, her mouth was sopping wet with spittle, her cooze was spewing, and the musky smells that emanated from this drilling operation began to have their effect on both of them.
Mary inserted the now “dirty” nightstick all the way in so only about 4 of the 16 inches was visible, and stepped back to admire her handiwork.
Mary went and lit up a smoke (a real one) and went inside to get the pitcher of drinks and poured herself a large glass.
“Is my horny asshole slut thirsty?” Mary asked disdainfully.
Amy was throbbing and swaying. The pounding that she got weakened her as she was standing handcuffed to a rail and could not reach her holes or her tits and was getting more and more frustrated.
“Oh Yes, My Lady!” “May I please have something to drink?”
“I see I am your Lady now am I?” Mary commanded Amy to turn her head sideways and then took a big mouthful of the tequila margarita.
Moving nearer to Amy’s up thrust face, Mary stood so that her head was directly above Amy’s mouth. She let the contents in her mouth ooze out in a small tubular flow and at first they splashed on Amy’s upturned face.
Amy immediately then moved her mouth to capture her mistress’ offering. Amy was gulping the booze using her lady’s mouth as a glass. Mary filled and emptied her mouth three times.
Amy’s eyes bored into Mary’s with a look of total subservience. Mary’s eyes betrayed her a bit. While she was ruling the moment her attraction to Amy was making her crazy.
The feeling while intense was only momentary, for now, and Mary gave the wooden prick sticking out of Amy’s reeking ass a tug just to get back on track.
Amy was still writhing around but was starting to come back to reality.
Mistress saw this quickly and went into her little bag of tricks and produced a few mousetraps. Amy’s eyes got as big as saucers.
“Mistress, what are you going to do with those,” she asked meekly.
“Bitch I won’t keep you in suspense, they are to remind you of where you are.”
Mary open the traps and placed on and then the other on Amy’s already engorged nipples.
Now Mary started to really squirm.
“MISTRESS, that fucking hurts,” Amy wailed. Tears began to form.
“TFB baby!”
“I am going to release you slut, but if you so much as touch the traps or the night stick I’ll leave you out here all fucking night, understand?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“YES MA’AM WHAT?”
“Yes ma’am I understand that I am not to touch the traps on my nipples nor the stick in my asshole, ma’am.”
With that Amy opened first one then the other cuff and Amy stood up as best she could since this began.
“Now stand still right here,” Mary commanded.
Mary had positioned her so she was directly facing the hidden camera, unbeknownst to her.
Reaching into her bag again, Mistress Mary took out a leather collar, studded, and small chains along with the ball gag. First she fastened the collar around Amy’s throat then clipped one end of a chain to it. This chain was no more than a foot long.
Then Mary took a little longer chain and attached both ends to the traps that had made Amy’s thumb-like nipples an angry red color.
Amy was sweating up a storm and she really smelled like sex. Dirty, stinking, musky, exhilarating sex.
Mary connected the chain on the collar to the middle ring of the chain attached to the traps.
This had the effect of raising Amy’s large bust obscenely.
To finish off the effect the ball gaga was fastened to Amy’s drooling chops.
VIII
“Let me see you walk around like that, you dirty tramp. I want to see you move with the nightstick up your ass, and you’d better not fucking drop it, and the mouse traps biting your nipples, your big fucking jugs being pulled every which way whenever you move, gagged, wet, and totally obscene,” Mary panted. She was beginning to lose control but a long way from giving in to it.
The stroll was designed to be captured in all its glory by Mary’s hidden camera. Mary just happened to have a remote for the camera that controlled zoom and pick up so this would be as professional yet amateur as she could make it.
Amy was prancing around like some horse show contestant in the middle of dressage.
“Get over here in front of me,” Mary ordered.
“Mmph! Mistress,” Amy tried to respond trough the ball gag.
She did as commanded and Mary grabbed hold of the nightstick and wanked Amy’s ass for another few minutes. Upon disgorging the phallic mahogany cock, it was apparent by sight and smell of it that it had performed “AAB” the call of duty.
The stick was dirtied and darker at the business end with the results of impaling. Mary was not the least bit disgusted. She made Amy turn around and face her.
“ Cup your breasts!”
Amy did as told.
Mary wiped a little of the fudges that had gathered between Mary’s large blue-veined orbs.
Then she ran a little dollop across the ball in Amy’s mouth and it stuck there as if fastened with tape or tacks. Then Mary attached the stick to a hook on her bodice and it hung on the side like a weapon. Like it would if she was on duty.
Mary grabbed the chain attached to Amy-Sue’s bust and pulled her over to a chaise lounge.
She released the back of the lounge so that the entire piece was horizontal.
“Lie down between the armrests, on your back,” Mary instructed.
Amy-Sue complied.
“Now bring this knee up with your heel touching the back of your thigh.”
“Good,” Mistress Mary admired her project.
Mary produced some luxurious rope and proceeded to tie Amy’s right ankle to her thigh and the final loops were then tied to the armrests. As wild as Mary was getting she was not an amateur, the most dangerous people in things like this.
Mary made sure that all was accomplished with minimal danger of any lasting effects. Sure, Amy was bound and immobilized but in no pickle. Mary then went to the left side and repeated her effort.
When Amy-Sue was restrained enough for her liking, Mary re-handcuffed both of her wrists to the same armrests.
In your mind’s eye visualize Amy on her back, hair a mess, a ball gag in her mouth, a dollop of fudge on the ball, her breasts an angry red because they are held for display by tightly pulled chains, her nipples an angry red as they are in the bite of copper. Her legs wide open and immobile tied to the arms of the chaise.
This had the effect of opening her overtaxed asshole so that what was usually a pucker spot was more like a an opening beckoning for an insertion about the size of …well, a nice big tubular object like a nightstick or cock or maybe even a cucumber, or a double headed, black, rubbery, lifelike, penis erectus.
This position also gave access to Amy’s succulent over wet, under used vagina.
Mary stood back to admire her handy-work
Amy just moaned.
IX
At this point Sgt. Mary need a little more participation. She walked around to the back of the lounge where Amy’s head was and straddled her face and head. Mary was panty less, so Amy got her first really good look at her lover’s cooze.
The moans got louder. From both of them.
Mary began to inch her cunt closer and closer to Amy/s mouth without actually touching it.
Amy was straining trying to get her face close enough to taste her mistress juices.
Frustration was setting in, because whenever Amy made any contact at all the gag was in the way.
Amy-Sue was moving the ball around with her tongue trying to force it out of her mouth. Mary was content to rub her wetness all over Amy’s face.
Forgetting for a moment, Amy had succeeded in turning the ball around in her mouth so the little piece of candy went onto her tongue and just melted there causing Amy to swallow her own product.
All Mary heard was the guttural moans and choked off words Amy was trying to say when with a final Amazonian effort, Amy managed to dislodge the gag.

“Oh Mistress Mary, please let me taste you, let me lick you until you come, let me suck your cunt dry don’t put that gag in me not now please!” Amy was pleading like a schoolgirl asking to stay out an extra hour on prom night.
“You luscious fucking whore, you are so fucking hot. You really want my cunt don’t you?”
“Oh Yes Mistress god fucking damn it!!!! Please!!!!”
Mary squatted down further and rested her hole right on Amy’s mouth. For a moment neither party moved. Amy was breathing in deep gulps taking in the musty aromas of her lady’s cunt. Mary was enraptured closing her eyes and wondering how she was losing her self-control so fast.
Amy began to lick as much of the juices as she could into her mouth. The she sucked some more in. The tastes co-mingled in her mouth making her pulsate and throb with the pre-cum jitters.
Amy started to concentrate on the task at hand…. Serving her mistress properly. She slowed down her frantic feeding and started slow even stroke that covered the outer folds, the taint, the asshole and eventually the heart of the matter.
She would flash her tongue as if trilling a song in Spanish. The effect on Mary’s clit was explosive and Mary started to moan.
Amy began to lick, suck and titillate Mary’s vagina like it was the finest meal she ever had.
Mary began little tiny spasmodic shivers.
Amy was beginning to focus now; she had just the right rhythm on the very edge of Mary’s button.
A pleasant thought popped into Amy-Sue’s mind. Something a boy friend once said to her.
She was always amazed how he controlled her entirely when eating her pussy. She lost it time and time again until she couldn’t handle it anymore.
While she was trying to remember what he had said she continued perfectly administering to her Mistress’ needs.
‘Shit, Oh yeah, she thought, Whenever a woman is reacting to what you are doing, don’t go faster or harder or softer or anything. Do what you are doing it’s working fine.’
Suddenly Amy was snapped back to the moment at hand. Mary was crying out.
“Oh God, yeah, fuck, shit, coming,,,aaaaahhhhh! ”
Mary had spent nearly a full minute at the one half second that takes over your body just before you come. The moment when you do nothing to egg it on and just let the build up wrack your body for all it’s worth. Then you just make it happen with your mind.
If this isn’t rapture, then there is no such thing.
Mary’s full weight now was pressing Amy’s face until she could barely breathe.
Mary’s eyes were closed, and she was oblivious to Amy’s lack of air space. Amy squirmed.
In the nick of time Mary raised her scalding hot cunt off of Amy’s drenched face.
“OH my little slave you are sheer perfection,” Mary looked deep into Amy’s eyes. They said what was not voiced.
Mary dropped down so her face was inches away from Amy and in a nano-second after that, their lips locked for the first time in the throes of passion, unbridled passion.
After a long time had passed it was redundant to speak. Words were simply not necessary. Mary raised up just a tad and began to trace her tongue down the middle of Amy’s body.
When her tongue was between Amy’s enormous bust she encountered the residue created when cleaning the nightstick. For whatever reason you can conjure, this had a strange effect on Mary.
She didn’t skip it or wipe it away or even think about it. It was so matter of fact it actually made her smile and think to herself, ‘I am truly mad for this woman.”
Next thing she knew, Mary was licking Amy’s cleavage clean, then she released one of the traps and gently inhaled a nipple into her mouth and soothed the poor mistreated succulent. The second was also treated to manumission.
Mary then focused on the bottoms of these bulbous mammaries making sure that she was clean as a baby’s ass. The voyage was continuing southward. Amy was powerless. All she could do was writhe.
Mary had made it down to the Mons Veneris. Just like an astronaut, she explored every crevice, every nub, and every fold while finally entering the promised land.
She festooned her face on the top of Amy’s already up in the air vagina.
Mary lost it. Completely. She was licking and sucking for all she was worth. Her hands and fingers were competing with her mouth and tongue for the same space. She was fisting Amy then sucking her labia into her mouth. The her fingers were probing Amy’s asshole. Her tongue was trying to reach Amy’s brain from the inside.
Amy was already wound up tighter then a well digger’s ass.
Amy-Sue had no control at all. None. Zip. Nada. Niente. Nil. Nothing, and Squat!!!
She exploded so hard she pulled one of the arms partially loose. Not that either of them noticed.
Mary was suddenly untying the ropes, removing the handcuffs, and making Amy free.
“Oh Amy, my slut, my angel, my dirty little whore, I want your fucking arms around me. I want your hands all over me; I want your mouth all over me. They were all over each other.
There they were standing on a patio, Mary had removed all her trappings and stood as naked as Amy. The night sky was clear and vivid. The air was cool and pleasant. The smell of sex permeated the atmosphere.
Exhaustion was momentary, requiring just a few minutes; a few smokes, some more drinking and holding each other close so neither could get away. Incredibly neither would let the other go. No words, no traps, no bondage. Nothing but lust. They both knew at that moment that they had only just gotten started.
As if they were reading each other’s minds, they both laughed the “Lady Clairol” laugh. You know the one I mean? Throaty, bold, and tender too!
The End
Or Is It?
Your Call

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Yoshiko, Chris, and Miyu fall into the memories of the vengeful ghost, Mitsuko, and discover her tragic past with Sayuri, the futa-ghost.

Haunted by the Futa Ghost
Chapter Fourteen: Futa Ghost’s Naughty Memories
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

My blood-soaked shide hissed down at the yokai-possessed Daimyo. Blood streamed from his face, wounded by my first exorcism attempt. Mitsuko-hime, my lovely Ōjo-sama, screamed in terror, not understanding what I was doing, and threw herself over her father.

I had a moment of frozen time, Mitsuko-hime staring up at me, tears streaking the white makeup coating her face. She looked like a crying doll. I had to stop my swing. The energy of the exorcism burned in the shide. But I couldn’t stop my momentum.

The shide cracked across the back of Mitsuko-hime’s kimono.

Energy exploded.

It surged out of me. The divine power flowing through my blood. I was a descendant of Kanshu-no-Kami, the guardian of our village and enemy of Yokubō-no-Tako, the yokai possessing Mitsuko-hime’s father. My swing was supposed to drive out the yokai out of him so I could seal it and return it to the…

The statue was destroyed. The shrine burning. There was only one way to seal it now.

But that didn’t matter because Mitsuko-hime jumped in the way. She screamed out in pain as my energy lashed into her body then through it into her father. Her head snapped back. The alabaster comb holding her perfect piles of silky hair in place, gleamed.

“NO!” bellowed the yokai through the Daimyo’s voice.

White light burst from my shide. It had gone all wrong. Mitsuko-hime wasn’t possessed. The power surged into her. She screamed out in pain. The energy hit me and—

“Miko,” a voice groaned.

Something shook me. “Wake up, miko.”

My eyes fluttered open. Smoke roiled across the ceiling over my head. Fire crackled, orange light dancing on the red, blistered face staring down at me, swaths of hair burned from the temples along the side of his head.

“Samurai?” I groaned. It was the warrior who had fetched me to the Daimyo’s castle for the exorcism.

“What…did you…do…?” the man coughed.

“I…” My head throbbed. I blinked, staring around the room. Devastation abounded. The woman who was infected with the yokai’s lusts, driven to suck my cock and ruin my exorcism ritual, sobbed on the ground, cradling a mangled arm. “Mitsuko-hime?”

“Gone,” the samurai growled. “Fled. You…killed him…”

His hands grasped my throat. Iron fingers squeezed, choking me. Then relaxed. He let out a gurgling sigh and collapsed on top of me. I gasped, pushing him off and sat up. Black lines radiated out from the corpse of Daimyo Tōdō. I blinked back tears. What had happened? The exorcism had…

Mitsuko-hime!

I gained my feet, my clothes and body untouched by the devastation unleashed. The exorcism had backfired when I struck the innocence. The yokai had attacked at the same moment. The resulting clash blew apart the room. More sobs and moans came from outside the room.

“Mitsuko-hime!” I shouted, casting my gaze around the smoking room. Wooden walls knocked down, splintered lumber scattered over the courtiers who had waited outside, their kimonos singed. They were cut and bruised. “Mitsuko-hime! Where are you?”

I spun around. On the floor were footprints left in thick slime. My stomach tightened. I had exorcised the yokai and…

“Ōjo-sama,” I gasped, trembling. I sent it into my love.

I clenched my hand and… I held something. The charred end of my gohei. My sacred wand was destroyed. I had no instruments. But I had to save Mitsuko-hime. I had to get the yokai out of her and fix all of my mistakes.

Tears falling down my cheeks, I followed the slimy footprints.

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500 years later…

Yoshiko stood in a familiar spot, staring at the futa-ghost’s favorite memory. Earlier today, she had fallen into Sayuri’s soul and witnessed this exact scene. The ghost had latched onto it, holding onto the bright joy she had shared with her lover, Mitsuko.

The day they took each other’s virginities with a dildo at their favorite place to meet—a hot spring.

Sayuri sat at the edge of the hot spring. She was young, eighteen or nineteen, the same age as Yoshiko. The ghost’s body was slim, her skin the pale-olive, her breasts small, her hair black silk falling down her back and shoulders. Mitsuko, standing in the hot spring’s center, was just as slim and graceful, her girlish body wreathed by the rising steam. She had a naughty smile on her lips, her hands hiding behind her back.

“How do we get out of her soul?” Chris demanded. She, like Yoshiko, had fallen into one of the ghost’s souls. The blonde futanari, who used to be a guy only hours ago, stood naked beside Yoshiko.

“I don’t know,” Yoshiko admitted. Like Chris, she was a busty futanari, though she had the same olive complexion as the two Japanese girls.

“Mitsuko has to let us out,” Miyu said, the third futanari striding out of the bushes. She was slim and petite, full-blooded Japanese with slanted eyes and small breasts. Her cock looked obscenely huge on her tiny frame, though it was the same size as Yoshiko’s and Chris’s. “We are trapped in her soul until she…works out her issues.”

“Then how do we get her to do that?” Chris demanded.

Miyu glanced at Chris, blinked. “You have a cock now? First you were turned into a girl, and now you are a futanari.”

“Yes,” Chris said. “That doesn’t matter. How do we get out? Lori was taken by that monster to its lair. It’ll kill her!”

“Yokubō-no-Tako,” Miyu sighed. She pushed up her glasses on her small nose. “Nothing has gone right on this mission.”

“Mission?”

“Hush,” Yoshiko said, staring at the two ghosts. “This is perfect. Sayuri can get through to Mitsuko now, remind her how they cared for each other. Sayuri will stop Mitsuko from being insane. Then we can deal with the tentacle monster and save Lori.”

Yoshiko focused on the scene before her. It played out just as she remembered, with Mitsuko pulling out the dildo made from itadori fibers, some sort of plant. It was bound together by knotted cords. Yoshiko shivered, remembering the feel of those knots sliding against her pussy walls, stimulating her, making her cum so hard.

“Jesus, that looks uncomfortable,” Chris said. “That’s really a dildo?”

“It’s lots of fun,” Yoshiko nodded.

“The itadori, or giant elephant ear plant, releases a chemical called saporin that increases blood flow and therefore increases the sensitivity of the woman’s pussy,” Miyu said. “I am told it’s quite stimulating.”

“It is,” Yoshiko agreed.

“It is a kokeshi.” Mitsuko said with a smile. “Surely you’ve heard how older girls play with their kokeshi in different manner than when they were younger.”

Miyu giggled, nodding her head, understanding what kokeshi meant beside dildo. Yoshiko still had no idea.

“Oh, yes, I see,” the blushing Sayuri said. “You want to use it… On me.”

“Then you can use it on me.” Mitsuko stopped before Sayuri, her breasts rising and falling faster. “I want you to take my virginity. Not a man.”

“Damn,” Chris groaned. “Lesbians back in feudal times.”

“Five hundred years ago,” Yoshiko said.

“When Hangetsu’s great mistake happened,” Miyu said, her expression falling. “She has wanted to atone for her role in Kanshu-no-Kami’s death and the yokai’s escape.”

“What?” Chris blinked.

“Will it hurt?” Sayuri asked, her voice trembling.

“Yes, it will,” Mitsuko said, her voice growing cold, gravely, snapping Yoshiko’s attention back to the pair in the hot springs.

Her eyes widened. “This isn’t how it happened last—”

Mitsuko’s left hand lashed out, seizing Sayuri by the throat. The angry princess squeezed hard and slammed Sayuri down on her back. Then her right hand shoved the dildo into Sayuri’s pussy, popping her cherry. Sayuri gasped, bucking, thrashing.

“Fuck,” Chris snarled and darted forward.

A girl-cock sprouted from Sayuri’s clit, thrusting hard before her, bouncing on her stomach as she thrashed. Mitsuko froze, her eyes widening as she stared down at the girl-dick throbbing on Sayuri’s stomach.

Chris’s charge faltered. “What?”

“I don’t know,” Yoshiko said. “This happened before Sayuri became futanari. She shouldn’t have a cock at all. I don’t know what’s going on.”

“The ghosts are both here,” Miyu said. “We need to see how this plays out. Mitsuko has such strong emotions for Sayuri. You cannot get hate that deep without there first being love.”

“Mi..tsuko…hime…” choked out Sayuri.

“You have a cock,” Mitsuko said, her hand relaxing its grip. “I… What… No, no, no. You don’t have a cock yet. What’s going on?”

“I did this for us,” Sayuri said, her voice soft. “Remember what you said. We can pretend we are men with this toy. But we didn’t want to pretend. We wanted for it to be real. For one of us to have a cock so we could marry.”

“No, no,” Mitsuko shook her head. “No, you didn’t get a cock to marry me! You did it to be a dog! To bed other women! To…to kill my father!”

“Why would I kill your father?” Sayuri asked. “I love you, Mitsuko-hime. You’re my Ōjo-sama. I know you’re just a Daimyo’s daughter, but to me, you are the same as the Emperor’s daughter. Just as beautiful. Just as lovely. I changed for you. I know I did. So we could be together. Happy.”

“Happy!” hissed Mitsuko even as her hand slid down Sayuri’s body and grasped the futanari’s girl-dick. She stroked it. “Happy! You ruined everything. You killed him!”

The world flickered around Yoshiko. She gasped, grasping Miyu for support. Chris reeled backward, fighting to keep her balance. They were suddenly in a bedroom, the futon disheveled, reed mats covering the floor. Sayuri stood holding her wand, her wide, red pants about her ankles, her girl-cock thrust hard before her. She swung her wand, the chain of paper diamonds glowing bright while shedding blood. A man lay on the ground, his face bloody. Shadows writhed about him.

Mitsuko threw herself over the man. The wand slashing down at Mitsuko’s back and—

The world flickered.

Yoshiko stumbled. She stood by the hot springs again. She held onto Miyu’s naked body. But the Japanese girl was also off-balanced. They fell to the soft ground, their naked bodies pressed together. Chris landed on her ass, her cock and tits bouncing before her.

“What the fuck?” Chris groaned.

“Another memory invaded,” Miyu said. “Mitsuko lost control.”

“What was that?” Sayuri asked, her voice trembling. “When was that? I…I don’t remember that. What…? Your father… Why was he bleeding?”

“That’s when you murdered my father!” Mitsuko screamed. “I will make you remember.”

And then Mitsuko did something that shocked Yoshiko. She mounted Sayuri’s waist and slammed her pussy down Sayuri’s throbbing girl-dick. The princess’s back arched, her tits bouncing before her, small, firm cones.

Lust burst through the hot springs. It struck Yoshiko as she struggled to untangle herself from Miyu’s slender body. Her nipples hardened atop her busty breasts. Her cock surged to its full girth, rubbing against Miyu’s hardening girl-dick.

“What the fuck?” Chris moaned, lying on her back, her hands stroking her cock, beating it fast. The tanned, busty futanari writhed, thrusting her hips upward, her face contorted in pleasure. “Jesus, she’s fucking Sayuri.”

“Mitsuko is possessed by anger and lust in equal measures,” moaned Miyu, her hands grasping Yoshiko’s pillowy breasts, squeezing hard. “She is an onryō, and emotions fuel them. She can’t help herself. Her anger and lusts are so close, she is compelled to fuck those she hates, to satiate both desires. But her lust is growing stronger and stronger. This is good. She wants Sayuri as much as she hates her.”

“So why am I suddenly so horny?” Chris groaned, her tanned tits jiggling, her pink nipples swaying.

Yoshiko wanted to suck those nipples.

“Because we’re in her soul,” Miyu moaned. “Oh, Yoshiko, your tits are just as big as I thought.”

“You…noticed my tits?” Yoshiko groaned, staring down at the exchange student.

“Oh, yes,” Miyu groaned, her accent growing thicker as her arousal grew. “Love big tits.”

“She does,” Chris groaned.

Yoshiko gasped as Miyu ducked her head down and latched onto a fat, brown nipple. Pleasure shot through Yoshiko. Her round, blue eyes widened, her dick throbbing against Miyu’s. She glanced at Mitsuko, riding Sayuri hard, the two girls’ hands roaming each other’s bodies. They moaned out their pleasure.

Remind her that she loves you, Sayuri. Win through to her heart!

And then Yoshiko let out a wanton moan. She stroked Miyu’s silky, black hair, trembling as the tingles from her nipple raced straight down to her futa-cock. Every time Miyu sucked, Yoshiko’s dick throbbed and ached.

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Yoshiko. “You really want to play with my big tits.”

“So much,” moaned Miyu, both her hands squeezing. Her lips nuzzled over to Yoshiko’s other nipple, sucking hard.

“Oh, yes,” Chris groaned, crawling towards them. “She’s loves them. I bet she wants to fuck them.”

“Paizuri!” moaned Miyu.

“What’s that?” groaned Yoshiko.

“She wants to fuck your tits and give you a pearl necklace,” Chris groaned. Then she leaned in and sucked on Yoshiko’s other nipple.

“Oh, wow, that sounds hot.”

Yoshiko quivered, two futanari sucking on her nipples. Chris’s blonde hair contrasted with Miyu’s black. Their lips were both hungry, sucking noisily. Yoshiko’s nipples tingled. Pleasure shot down to her pussy and cock. She groaned and swayed. She bit her lip, shivering in delight, loving their hungry mouths.

She didn’t fight as they pushed her onto her back. Their dicks rubbed on Yoshiko’s hips, smearing precum. In the background, the two ghosts gasped and moaned their pleasure as Mitsuko fucked Sayuri hard and fast.

“I must fuck these tits,” groaned Miyu. “I wanted to ever since we met last week. I jerked off so many times to them.”

Yoshiko’s blush had nothing to do with her juicy pussy and hard cock, or the lust pouring through her from Mitsuko. There was such intensity in Miyu’s words. Yoshiko shivered. She had no idea the exchange student had even noticed her.

“Fuck them,” Yoshiko moaned. “That sounds so hot, Miyu. If I had known… I would have let you before.”

“I was on a mission,” Miyu said. “I could afford no distractions from my hormones. But you made it so difficult.”

“Mmm, fuck them, Miyu,” Chris groaned. “They’re great tits.”

Yoshiko nodded. “I loved giving Chris a titty fuck. Your turn.”

Miyu pushed up her glasses as she moved. Her cock bobbed before her. Yoshiko shivered. Miyu was so petite and cute, her glasses making her even more innocent. And yet the hungry glint in her eyes, and the hard girl-dick thrusting before her, made her also a hungry, sexual being. They contrasted together.

Yoshiko’s dick throbbed.

Miyu straddled Yoshiko’s torso. The Japanese futanari grasped Yoshiko’s big breasts, squeezing them about her cock. She groaned, fucking her hips forward, sliding her host’s pussy and silky pubic hair across Yoshiko flesh. The tip of Miyu’s dick popped out of Yoshiko’s pillowy tits, dripping precum.
“Oh, god, that’s hot,” Yoshiko moaned. “Mmm, paizuri me!”

“It’s not a verb,” Miyu moaned, thrusting harder, her small breasts bouncing and jiggling.

“I don’t care,” groaned Yoshiko.

She loved this form of a titty fuck, Miyu sliding her hot pussy and silky hairs up and down Yoshiko’s body while fucking her tits. It was so hot. Miyu’s fingers dug into her pillowy tits, holding them tight together. Miyu’s own small breasts bounced and jiggled, nipples waggling in the air above her head.

Yoshiko shot up and grabbed them. She squeezed Miyu’s firm cones, loving the pleasure translating across the other futa’s face. She slid her fingers to the small, dark-brown nipples. She rolled them between her fingers.

Miyu’s pussy grew juicier.

“Yoshiko-chan,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, that’s so nice.”

“Uh-huh,” Chris said as she grasped Yoshiko’s girl-dick, stroking it.

Yoshiko groaned, her pussy clenching. She bucked, pinching Miyu’s nipples harder. The Japanese girl squirmed, thrusting her hips, slamming her cock faster and faster through Yoshiko’s pillowy breasts.

And then Chris did something even better.

She rammed her girl-dick into Yoshiko’s pussy.

“Yes,” Yoshiko moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as her pussy clenched down on Chris’s thrusting cock. Pleasure shivered through her body. Her girl-dick throbbed in Chris’s stroking hand. “Oh, Chris, yes, fuck me while Miyu paizuris my tits.”

“Not a verb,” moaned Miyu, her face contorting with pleasure. “Oh, yes, Yoshiko-chan. Your tits are heavenly. I love them.”

“Mmm, yes, keep fucking my tits and cum all over my face,” purred Yoshiko, her hips undulating, her pussy clenching down on Chris’s dick.

Mitsuko’s lusts hammered Yoshiko’s body as hard as Chris’s dick hammered her pussy. She trembled, bucking into the thrusts. Their flesh slapped together. Chris’s tits smacked and bounced, making such naughty noises.

Pleasure shivered through Yoshiko. Her dick ached. Chris stroked her so hard. She loved being a futanari. Especially when she had other futanari to play with. Her pussy clenched down on Chris’s thrusting dick, the friction building the pressure in the depths of her pussy faster and faster.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me, Chris! Oh, god, I’m going to cum.”

“Yes,” moaned Miyu. “Cum! Your tits… So delicious, Yoshiko-chan. Amazing tits!”

Yoshiko squeezed both of Miyu’s firm mounds as the pleasure screamed through her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her pussy clenched, drinking in the pleasure of Chris’s thrusts. Her thighs locked about the thrusting blonde’s hips.

Chris’s hand stroked Yoshiko’s dick as fast as the blonde fucked her pussy. Her nipples ached, brushed by Miyu’s thumbs. Yoshiko stared at the tip of Miyu’s dick, precum making it so shiny. She shivered.

“Cum on my face, Miyu,” Yoshiko moaned. She had changed so much since becoming a futa. Before, the lesbian would never be excited to be covered in spunk.

But girl spunk… That was something Yoshiko craved.

“Jizz all over my face while Chris cums in my pussy!”

“Yes,” Chris groaned. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

“Iku!” gasped Miyu, her face twisting. Her glasses slipped down her nose. The tip of her cock burst out of Yoshiko’s tits.

And erupted.

Yoshiko opened her mouth as the salty jizz bathed her. It landed on her tongue and splattered across her nose and cheeks. Hot, creamy, and thick. It ran across her face as blast after blast burst from Miyu’s dick. More splashed Yoshiko’s neck, giving her a pearl necklace. She felt so wonderfully dirty. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

Juices gushed out of Miyu’s pussy, too, coating Yoshiko’s skin. The hot fluids ran down her sides while Miyu thrashed in orgasmic delight. A tremble raced through the half-Japanese futanari. Her body quaked. Her pussy clenched down on Chris’s girl-dick.

Her futa-cock erupted.

Yoshiko gasped as her orgasm burst through her. Cum shot out of her dick and rained across her stomach. Her pussy spasmed about Chris’s hard cock, massaging it. Pleasure spiked through her body. She squirmed and gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, bucking so hard while cum kept erupting from the tip of her cock. “Oh, yes, fuck my cumming pussy, Chris!”

Yoshiko thrashed, cum covering her face and neck. The pleasure roared through her as Chris hammered her dick deeper and deeper into Yoshiko’s spasming depths. Every thrust churned new pleasure through her body, more cum spurting from her dick.

“You’re so hot,” groaned Chris, her hand stroking Yoshiko’s erupting dick. “Fuck!”

“Cum in me,” Yoshiko begged, the pleasure assaulted her mind.

“Yes,” Chris groaned, burying her cock into Yoshiko’s pussy. The first blast of cum erupted, splashing Yoshiko’s depths, propelling her orgasm higher.

And then Sayuri shouted out a single word: “Cumming!”

Everything flickered.

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Chris groaned, swayed, her dick unloading into Yoshiko’s pussy as the world changed around her. She groaned, disoriented, struggling to understand where they were now as her cock spurted blast after blast of cum into Yoshiko’s pussy.

Mitsuko hugged Sayuri from behind, her hair loose and wet. The two girls on the edge of a dark, foreboding forest. Sayuri dressed like a shrine maiden in the red, wide pants that almost looked like skirts and the white, kimono-like top.

“Be safe, Sayuri-chan,” Mitsuko said, “as you walk through the cursed woods.”

That must be Aokigahara. Chris shuddered, remembering Miyu talking about the woods. They looked as terrible as she imagined.

Sayuri looked resolute. “I will return transformed, Ōjo-sama. I will come back to claim my wife.”

“Sayuri-chan.” Mitsuko kissed the back of Sayuri’s neck. “I love you.”

Then Sayuri broke away and walked, back straight, into the dark woods.

Flicker.

Mitsuko stood on the edge of the same dark woods, dressed in a kimono, her hair piled into a complex braid. She stared into the dark woods, trembling. Other women, not dressed as finely, hovered around her.

“They will find the miko, my Lady,” one of the girls said. “You will see.”

“Please find her,” Mitsuko said with the breathy desperation of prayer.

“The woods are cursed,” one of the girls whispered. “The miko was taken by one of the yokai or onryō!”

“No!” Mitsuko howled, rounding on her maids. “She will be found! She will come back to me!”

“It’s been a week, Mitsuko-sama,” one of the maids said. “The searchers have gone deep into the cursed woods. She’s gone.”

“No!”

Flicker.

“Father?” a hesitant Mitsuko said, kneeling before a rice paper door.

“PUSSY!” bellowed from the door. The shadows moved like tentacles. A woman moaned.

Chris shivered, her dick throbbing in Yoshiko’s pussy. She had forgotten all about Yoshiko and Miyu. The trio were still together, Miyu straddling Yoshiko, her face dripping with cum. The voice from the door sounded so familiar.

“Yokubō-no-Tako,” Chris groaned.

“Bring me PUSSY!” the voice bellowed. It wasn’t the same inhuman sounds as the monster, but it spoke with the same cadence through a man’s mouth.

“Father,” shuddered Mitsuko. She turned to a samurai standing beside her. “You must fetch the priest immediately. My father must be exorcised.”

“Of course, Mitsuko-dono,” he said with a bow, armor clinking.

Flicker.

“Whatever happens, do not enter,” Sayuri said, standing before the same door, gripping a wand with two paper chains of diamonds. She was dressed like a shrine maiden. Mitsuko knelt at the door, nodding her head.

Sayuri entered.

Shadows flashed. Light flared. Sayuri chanted in sonorous Japanese, bells tinkling. There was a muffled crash, cutting off Sayuri’s words and then wanton moans. Chris trembled, pulling her cock out of Yoshiko’s pussy, and stared at Mitsuko.

She bit her lip, her hand reaching out, touching the door. She kept touching it, like she wanted to open it, then hesitated and lowered her hands. People murmured in the hallway. There were other people watching, the samurai who was sent to fetch the priests, others in kimonos kneeling along the hallway, their faces tense.

“FUTANARI!” bellowed the tentacle monster.

Sayuri gasped from inside the room. It sounded full of pleasure. Chris shivered, remembering the tentacle monster’s touch. Sayuri began singing again, her voice throaty. Chris frowned. What is going on in there?

“Her chants do not sound right,” Miyu said. “She’s trying to exorcise the yokai. She knows his name, all nineteen of them. Amazing. But… There’s something polluting her purity. Lust.”

“Of course,” Yoshiko said, wiping Miyu’s cum from her face. “That monster inflicts lust on people.”

Chris shuddered, remembering the slime covering her body and driving her wild with desire.

And then white light flared. A man screamed in agony. It curdled Chris’s blood. Such pain moaned in his voice.

“Father!” Mitsuko ripped open the door and darted in, rising smoothly despite her kimono’s tight fit about her legs. Chris gained her feet, rushing after, Yoshiko and Miyu following.

Inside was the vision from the earlier flicker of Sayuri raising up the blood-covered paper chains, the man lying on the ground, his face ruined. Mitsuko screamed, throwing herself over her father’s naked body, shielding him as Sayuri, her dick wet with saliva, struck Mitsuko across the back.

Everything froze moments before the chain would have lashed down on Mitsuko’s back.

Chris gasped, unable to move. On the far side of the room, two naked girls writhed. Mitsuko still rode Sayuri. Chris hadn’t noticed them at all, transfixed by what was happening. Her heart thudded as Sayuri’s spirit struggled and strained beneath the vengeful ghost.

“This!” howled Mitsuko, pointing at the frozen memory. “This is when you killed my father! Right here! You killed him and sent that demon into me!”

“No,” Sayuri gasped. “No, no, I couldn’t.”

“You could! Remember!” howled Mitsuko. She slammed her hands against the side of Sayuri’s head, gripping her temples. “Remember how you ruined everything!”

Sayuri convulsed beneath the maddened ghost. Her feet drummed on the mats. Her voice screamed out. And then a ragged sob burst from her mouth. Images danced around Sayuri, flashes of scenes that passed too quickly for Chris to see.

“Sayuri’s remembering,” Yoshiko whispered. “I recognize some of those images. They were what I saw when I fell into her soul. She’s repressed them.”

“I don’t blame her,” Chris said, eyes flicking to the frozen moment of Sayuri about to strike Mitsuko. “That looks bad.”

“Very bad,” Miyu agreed, her voice tight.

“Do you remember now?” raged Mitsuko, her fingernails pressing into Sayuri’s temple. “How you murdered my father.”

“An accident,” gasped Sayuri. “The yokai’s lusts infected me. It disrupted the exorcism. That was why your father bled. But I had regained control. I was about to free him, Mitsuko. And then…” She glanced at the frozen image of Mitsuko shielding her father.

“No! You sent the yokai into me. You wanted to destroy me.”

“Why would I destroy you? I love you, Mitsuko-hime.”

“Then why did you send it into me?” demanded Mitsuko, her face mottling with rage.

“I meant to send it into myself!” Sayuri screamed, her face twisting with pain. “It was the only way! The shrine was destroyed. I was going to seal it in my soul and kill myself! I would keep him trap forever! It was the only way to make up for my mistakes.”

“No!” Mitsuko shouted, head thrashing as she recoiled back from Sayuri. “Watch! Watch what you did.”

The memory lurched into motion. The paper chains cracked into Mitsuko’s back and exploded.

The energy rippled pass Chris. It crashed into the wooden walls, ripping them to pieces. Flames roared through the room. People screamed. The samurai, racing forward, fell burning to the ground, clutching his face. Sayuri fell back, crashing into the wall and went limp.

Only Mitsuko didn’t move. She gasped, clutching herself. Shadows writhed around her. Slime dripped from her flesh. She threw back her head and let out a pain-filled shout. Her alabaster comb flared with white light.

“No,” groaned Mitsuko, twisting. “Father!”

His body was blasted and ruined, burned by the energy.

“It was a backlash,” Miyu whispered. “Mitsuko disrupted the exorcism.”

“It’s in her?” Chris asked. “The monster?”

“Weakened,” nodded Miyu.

“No,” sobbed Mitsuko, falling across her father’s body. Tears streaked her white makeup. She was painted like a geisha, lips ruby red. The shadows undulated more. Mitsuko groaned, shuddering. She clutched herself, her hands pushing at the shadows trying to boil out of her stomach. Her eyes widened. “Sayuri-chan, it’s in me. It’s…”

Mitsuko’s words trailed off. Tears fell down her cheeks. She raced across the room to the fallen Sayuri. She grasped the shrine maiden’s shoulders. She shook her. Sayuri didn’t move. Her face relaxed. Her cock, which had been hard, had shrunk back into a clit, vanishing into her dark bush. The princess stroked Sayuri’s cheek. Tears fell.

“Sayuri-chan,” she groaned. “No, no, no. You can’t be dead. I need you! It’s in me! It’s…”

Mitsuko’s face twisted as she looked at the devastation. Her lower lip quivered. She leaned over Sayuri, kissing her on the lips. More tears fell down the princess’s cheeks. Chris swallowed, her heart aching.

“Sayuri-chan,” whispered Mitsuko. “I love you. I love you so much. This is all my fault and…” Her words cut off with a groan. Her head snapped up. Slime spilled across her flesh, dripping from her hands. “No! No! You won’t cause any more harm, yokai!” Mitsuko’s face hardened. She stared down at Sayuri. “I’ll be with you soon, my love.”

“No,” the other Mitsuko, the spirit one still straddling ghost Sayuri, gasped. “No, no, no. That…”

“You still loved me?” Sayuri said, her voice broken. “After… After all I did.”

Mitsuko shook her head, watching her past self march out of the room, dripping in slime, leaving wet footprints in her wake. “I couldn’t love you. No, I hated you. You… You… No!”

Flicker.

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The onsen flickered around Sayuri. They were back in that bright, happy memory. She lay on the edge, her feet in the hot water, Mitsuko straddling her waist. Her lover clawed at her hair, ripping out the careful pile of coiled buns held in by the alabaster comb.

“Not possible! I couldn’t love you!” raged Mitsuko, her eyes wild. “You put that thing in me! You… you…”

“You loved me, Mitsuko-hime,” Sayuri said, her eyes beading with tears. “After what I did. I didn’t mean to kill your father or let the demon possess you. I didn’t mean to miss the Autumn Equinox. I just wanted to love you.” She reached up, cupping Mitsuko’s face. “I love you.”

“I…I…” Mitsuko stared down at Sayuri. “I said I love you. I kissed you. But it was inside me. I could feel it. It wanted out. But you weakened it. I had to… I had to…”

“Kill yourself.” Sayuri’s tears fell faster. Memories of racing through Aokigahara flooded her mind, the dark woods terrifying, her heart racing, as she chased after Mitsuko. “I tried to get to you in time. But I was too late.”

“I thought you were dead,” Mitsuko said. Her face mottled with confusion. “And then I…I killed you. Why? Why would I…? Sayuri-chan, what happened to me?” Pain cracked her voice. She leaned over, staring down at Sayuri. “What became of me?”

“You were trapped with the yokai. Your souls were intertwined. It…poisoned you. Twisted you. Fed you anger and lust for five hundred years and drove you mad. Made you into an onryō.”

“How could I kill you?” Mitsuko asked.

“That wasn’t me,” Sayuri said. Chris mentioned a person named Phil killed by Mitsuko’s maddened spirit.

“No,” she gasped. “It was you. I can feel your neck in my hands, your heart fluttering. I…”

Her words dissolved into tears. Mitsuko collapsed onto Sayuri, sobbing so hard. She hugged her crying princess, tears bursting from her eyes. Their naked bodies pressed together. Sayuri stroked her lover’s back.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Sayuri whispered. “You were changed into something horrible. Twisted. It wasn’t you. You would never hurt me. You saw the truth in your memory. You loved me even though your father just died. That I… That I… I killed him. I didn’t mean to.”

“No,” Mitsuko said, lifting her tear-stained face. She pressed her forehead against Sayuri. “You told me to stay out. If I hadn’t entered…he would still be alive, and you would have… You would have killed yourself?”

Sayuri nodded. “To make restitutions. It was the only way.”

“We were supposed to be happy once you came back,” Mitsuko whispered. “You did it. You became futanari. It was supposed to be the start of our life. But it was stolen from us by that monster!”

“Mitsuko-hime,” whispered Sayuri. She stroked Mitsuko’s cheeks, brushing away tears. “I…”

“I love you.” Mitsuko kissed Sayuri hard.

Pleasure jolted through the ghost. She gasped, shivering, exulting in the feel of Mitsuko’s lips. She had been lost in a dream, reliving the happy memory of the day they surrendered their purity to each other over and over.

Yoshiko said it has been five hundred years.

Five hundred years dreaming of Mitsuko. And it paled compared to her lover’s real lips on hers, their bodies pressed tight. A flush of heat shivered through her body. Her nipples hardened and her clit… Her clit hardened, too.

Her girl-dick sprouted, pressing against Mitsuko’s stomach. She held her lover, kissing her hard, her hands sliding down to grasp Mitsuko’s asscheeks. She squeezed them, their kiss growing hotter. Tongues met. They moaned, sighed. Mitsuko squirmed, grinding her stomach against Sayuri’s throbbing dick.

Mitsuko broke the kiss. “You’re futanari now. I dreamed of it. Every time you penetrated me with the kokeshi, I wished it was really your dick.”

“Me, too,” Sayuri whispered. “I love you so much.”

Then she rolled Mitsuko onto her back, kissing her princess. Their tongues met again. Mitsuko tasted so sweet. Sayuri shuddered, her hands stroking up Mitsuko’s sides until she found her princess’s small breasts pressed into her own.

She squeezed them, cupped them, savored feeling them again in her hands.

Sayuri broke the kiss and nuzzled down her lover’s body to those small, firm breasts. Mitsuko shivered and moaned in delight as her lips climbed to the pinnacle of the right tip. She circled the small areola, the nipple hard, a peak needing to be worshiped just like Mt. Fuji.

“Sayuri-chan,” groaned Mitsuko as Sayuri engulfed the nub. “Oh, yes, I missed this. It’s been so long. I’ve been so lost hating you. Never again! I love you.”

Fresh tears spilled down Sayuri’s cheeks as she sucked on her princess’s nub. She sucked and nibbled, making her lover squirm. Her hands squeezed and enjoyed the pliant feel of both tits, her thumb rubbing over the other nub. She loved how the nipples felt, so hard and delicious. Her own throbbed along with her girl-dick. Juices dribbled out of her pussy and down her shaft as she knelt.

She ached to bury into Mitsuko’s pussy.

Not yet. I want to love her properly.

Sayuri kissed from the right tit to the left, climbing the firm mound. Mitsuko squirmed, moaning in anticipation. She gasped, savoring Sayuri’s tongue flicking her nub. She batted it, flicked it, loved how it wiggled.

“I love you so much, Mitsuko-hime.”

“Mitsuko,” whispered her lover. “You’re my spouse. My wife.”

Sayuri trembled. To call someone without an honorific was either a deadly insult or a profound gesture of intimacy. She nodded her head. “I love you, Mitsuko.”

“I love you, Sayuri.”

The futa-ghost shivered, tears falling down on her lover’s body as she kissed lower and lower. She stroked Mitsuko’s stomach, nuzzling at her bellybutton. Her lover squirmed and moaned, tits bouncing. The scent of her tart musk drew nearer and nearer. Sayuri sank into the onsen’s hot waters, pulling Mitsuko to the edge.

And feasted on her lover’s pussy.

Wonder shivered through Sayuri as she felt Mitsuko’s silky pubic hairs against her cheeks. She breathed in her lover’s tart musk, then spread apart her pussy lips and took her first lick through wet, hot flesh and…

“You’re a virgin,” gasped Sayuri. “Your maidenhead is intact.”

“Of course,” Mitsuko moaned. “We surrendered our maidenheads to each other today.”

Sayuri smiled, her dick throbbing, and then leaned in and licked at her lover’s virgin pussy. Her tongue slid across the hymen, a membrane full of tiny holes over the entrance of her pussy. Her dick throbbed in memory of all the times her fingers had penetrated that wonderful hole.

Mitsuko moaned, her body shuddering, as Sayuri flicked her tongue against her sensitive clit. She swirled around it, sucking, nibbling. Mitsuko gasped, her body bucking and trembling. She squeezed her tits together, fingering her nipples.

“Yes, yes, yes, my sweet miko. Oh, I missed this. I never want this to end. I love you.”

“I love you,” Sayuri moaned. Every time she said those three words, her happiness increased.

She pressed her lips against her lover’s pussy, licking, lapping, caressing hot flesh. She devoured, drinking the tart juices as they ran out. Silky pubic hair tickled her face. Her dick throbbed in the hot water. She ached to fuck her lover.

Her lips latched onto Mitsuko’s clit and sucked hard.

Her princess bucked and moaned. Mitsuko arched her back as she pinched her nipples. She humped, grinding her hot pussy against Sayuri’s licking mouth. The probed her tongue against the hymen, wiggling through a small hole, tasting her lover’s depths. Then she slid back up, attacking the clit.

“Sayuri!” The princess’s body heaved. “My wonderful miko! I love you!”

Her words echoed as she howled out her pleasure. Juices squirted out of her pussy, flooding Sayuri’s mouth. She trembled, so happy that she made her lover cum. She drank them down, listening to Mitsuko gasp and moan.

“Take me, Sayrui1 Please, please. I need your girl-dick in me. I need my wife. I need to make love to you.”

“Yes,” Sayuri said, lifting her sticky lips.

Mitsuko grasped Sayuri’s shoulders as she rose from the water. The princess pulled her down. Their lips met in a hot kiss. Mitsuko’s legs spread. Sayuri’s dick nudged at her hot pussy. She rubbed it on the virgin flesh, their nipples kissing. Her body tingling.

She thrust.

Sayuri shuddered as her lover’s maidenhead resisted for a moment. And then it snapped. She buried into virgin flesh. Her dick throbbed as she pressed into Mitsuko’s sopping, hot, tight depths. Friction burned between them.

She broke the kiss, staring down at Mitsuko. “I’m in you. You’re so hot. You’re so wet. I love it.”

“You’re so thick, my love! My wife! Take me. Fuck me. Let’s cum together.”

“Yes,” Sayuri said, more tears falling down her cheeks. It was finally happening. All they had suffered was over. They were together.

She kissed her princess, her wife, and pumped her hips. Their bodies writhed together, flesh sliding on flesh, skin caressing skin, nipples kissing nipples. Their tongues danced. Her body drank in all the sensations as she pumped her cock in and out of her lover’s pussy.

The friction was exquisite. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. Her body shuddered. Rapture built between them as she made love to her princess. Their bodies heaved. They worked together as they shared their salty kiss, both crying for joy.

I have her. I have my princess.

Her strokes grew faster, harder, as her excitement grew in the depths of her pussy. Mitsuko met her thrusts, bucking up. Their bodies slapped together. Hot shivers raced through them. Sayuri moaned into the kiss, everything building and building.

Their nipples kissed, skin rubbed together. Sayuri drank it all in as her pussy clenched. The ache built at the tip of her dick buried in her lover’s depths. Mitsuko engulfed her with hot passion. It spurred her to fuck faster and faster.

“Mitsuko,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, driving her dick in so deep. “I… I…”

“Yes, yes, flood me with your seed, my lover.” Mitsuko’s hands cupped Sayuri’s cheeks. “Please!”

“Yes!” groaned Sayuri. She buried into her lover. Her dick throbbed as it slid through Mitsuko’s silky depths. “Cumming!”

Her dick erupted. Cum spurted into her lover’s hot pussy. Mitsuko moaned. Her flesh spasmed about Sayuri’s dick. Her slanted eyes widened. The pleasure raced through her body. Such rapture consumed her as she buried into her cumming lover’s depths.

“Sayuri!”

“Mitsuko!”

The world flickered around them as they shared their passion. They held each other, rising up into the air, out of the bodies of the two girls they possessed. The two ghosts spun above the three futas. Yoshiko and Chris had their girl-dicks buried in Miyu’s ass, all three moaning out their pleasure.

“We’re out!” Chris gasped. “We’re out.”

“She’s gone,” Miyu gasped. “I’m free. I’m free.”

“We have to save Lori!” Chris shouted, ripping her cock out of Miyu’s asshole and staring at the purple portal glowing against the wall at the T intersection.

“Lori?” asked Mitsuko.

“We still have to deal with the yokai, my love,” Sayuri answered. “My mistake—”

“Our mistake,” Mitsuko said, her voice stern.

“Our mistake has to be corrected.” Sayuri glanced at the purple portal to Yomi. “We have to seal the yokai permanently!”

To be continued…

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Sarah and I were taking a short break in a swingers resort. Always keen to stretch our sexual boundaries, one of our objectives was to have a couple aged around twenty-five, eighteen-years younger than us. And them have us.

And so we did on our first two days, see our story DINA AND DEAN. When Dina and Dean left for home the next day we decided to have a rest day before we sought new challenges.

“My libido is sky high, I have decided what my next challenge is,” Sarah told me as we watched some lesbian videos that night. “Lick me to orgasm while I tell you about it. Some of those older women having lesbian sex who we have watched fucking hung men are an absolute turn on for me. Lots of them appear to more comfortable with women than men. And I love watching them seducing younger women.

“Lay on your back so I can sit on your face and watch the lesbian clip with that older, glamorous, blond woman seducing a woman my age.

“I want to be seduced by a lipstick lesbian around ten years older than me. Would you like to watch baby? Could you handle that?,” she teased knowing my answer to be both questions would be in the affirmative as I grasped her ass cheeks and helped her slide her engorged clit along my tongue.

“And as a final challenge, a younger man with a twelve-inch erection. Could you handle that baby? Lots of possibilities. You could suck his huge erection, you enjoy a challenge just as much as I do. Or I could watch him give you a blow job. Or you could watch him fuck me. You know size is important to me. Perhaps I could suck your cock at while he fucked me?”

We spent the next afternoon sun tanning on the nude beach enjoying the attention our naked bodies received as we compared and commented on other naked bodies.

A cocktail party at seven that night provided an opportunity for Sarah to connect with a new partner.

“My name is Michelle, and you must be Sarah and Roger, I know you both from reputation. I could see Sarah sizing her up, an obvious lipstick lesbian with cropped, blond hair and a feline, size-12 body, around ten years older than her.

“My partner was called away on business so I am all alone for the next few days. And nights,” she told us as Sarah and I both sized her up. Expensive killer heels, and a designer label backless dress with a wide, long opening at the front to highlight her modest cleavage.

I was reminded of one of Sarah’s questions when we consider alternate partners, ‘Would you be comfortable giving and or receiving twenty or thirty minutes of oral sex from that person.’ From her body language the obvious answer was a resounding yes, she would be very comfortable.

As we shared our second bottle of wine with Michelle, her questions became more direct. “Are you two bi? Do you shave or wax? Did you come to this resort for new sexual experiences? What do men and women find most attractive about your naked bodies?”

I decided to answer her questions to add to the sexual frisson. “Sarah and I are both gender fluid, we shave each other every Sunday. And yes, we did come to this resort for new sexual experiences. We are both business professionals and we make a point of setting goals. Sarah’s current goal is to be seduced by a lipstick lesbian around ten years older than her. And she wants me to watch.

“What do men and women find most attractive about our naked bodies? For Sarah, men love her magnificent ass, as do many women. She loves it being worshiped by either sex, even better both sexes at the same time.”

“And for my man, both sexes love his thick, nine-inch erection,” Sarah chimed in.

“Would you like me to tell Michelle you love your naked body being licked and teased while I watch Sarah?,” I asked.

“You have my full attention. Is that a proposition?,” Michelle smiled as she held our hands. “I love your skin tight leather slacks Sarah, they would look much better around your ankles,” Michelle told her as she tongue kissed Sarah and she returned her kisses, the sexual chemistry of the two women obvious.

“It’s almost a cliche, but your place or mine Sarah and Roger?”

“Mine,” Sarah tells her as we left holding hands with Michelle.

“Will you be comfortable with my man watching Michelle?,” Sarah asked on the short walk.

“Very comfortable as long as he is naked for both of us.”

“I love your skin tight leather slacks Sarah, they would look much better around your ankles,” Michelle repeated as she passionately kissed Sarah with her hands all over her.

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

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

“I want your man to undress me for you Sarah, or is it for both of you?,” Michelle whispered as she undressed me. “I knew you would be hung.”

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

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

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

“Tell me Sarah, what do you want from me?” she asked again as Sarah parted her legs so Michelle could reach between her legs with her arm and tease her cunt lips with a fingertip as she continued licking and kissing her ass cheeks.

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

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

The chair was creaking as Sarah and I tongue kissed while we both watched Michelle licking her cunt lips. I tongue kissed Sarah as I attempted to mimic with with my tongue what Michelle was doing to her very wet cunt lips with her tongue.

“Is this what you wanted baby, a seduction by a lipstick lesbian around ten years older than you?”

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

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

“You are a magnificent lesbian fuck Sarah, I knew you would be, and ten years younger than me. I love it, so good and so wet,” Michelle managed to mutter as she curled her finger to find her g-spot. Sarah was right on the brink as Michelle withdrew her finger, both of them enjoying the tease. Then repeating it twice. She had Sarah’s body trembling as she moaned, “Gunna squirt for you Michelle, gunna squirt, watch me squirt.”

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

Did you like watching that? Your lady is awesome, so good. Now what can I do for you and your rock hard erection? Would you like me to give you a blow job while your lady watches? May I Sarah? Would you like to watch me blow your man?”

“You may, I would love to watch,” Sarah told her a she provided a wonderful long, slow, teasing blow job.

“If you are free tomorrow afternoon, there will be some adult entertainment in this room,” Michelle told Sarah as she handed her a slip of paper with a time and room number. Very adult, I think you will both enjoy it. And I look forward to having you both again soon.”

When we arrived just before three there were eleven other couples, aged between late-twenties and sixty-plus seated waiting for the curtain rise.

A collective gasp when the curtain rose to show a naked, well built black man in his late twenties, smeared with oil, his ass to the audience, with his hands on his hips.

“What a body, look at his shoulders and ass,” Sarah whispered as the others made similar noises, before he slowly turned around, still with his hands on his hips. “Oh wow, fuck he is huge, fucking huge, much bigger than you baby,” Sarah whispered as everyone in the room ogled his very large flaccid cock.

“That’s Garth, he is twelve-inches,” a knowledgeable female voice told us.

Absolute silence as he teased his nipples, before he commenced teasing and stroking his cock as he enjoyed flaunting it for all those watching. He quickly achieved a full on erection poking out at ninety degrees.

“He really is twelve-inches, and so thick. Huge, fucking huge. Some of the men are even more interested than their women,” Sarah whispered, obviously turned on as he slowly stroked his erection while making eye contact with every couple.

“A sure bet most of the men have hard ons, just like you,” Sarah smirked as she rubbed a hand over mine as we wondered how this might play out.

Garth motioned with one hand on his erection to a very attractive Asian lady and her caucasian man, the youngest couple in the room, before they climbed to the stage.

“Lee and Li Xi, this is for you, especially for you to share,” Garth told them, the first words he had spoken.

Li Xi has wonderful legs under her very short dress, which her man quickly discards leaving her naked as he removed his briefs. “Gorgeous girl, he has a good body, though his cock is average,” Sarah whispered.

Huge sexual tension as her man licked Garth’s nipples while Lu Xi stroked his erection. A chair appeared on stage and Lu Xi sat on it, sideways to the audience. Precisely the correct height for the audience to watch Lu Xi give him an incredible blow job.

“I did warn you very adult entertainment. Did you enjoy it?,” Michelle asked shortly after. “Did it turn you on? Both of you?”

“Would you like to meet him Sarah? And you Roger, would you like to meet Garth?,” Michelle asked. Our smiles told her yes.

“Nine tonight in my room then.”

When we arrived we were both initially disappointed Garth was absent. “Garth is in the bedroom getting ready,” she told us she tongue kissed Sarah. “You are a very exciting woman, a real cougar. I told Garth I have a fifteen-year older cougar who wants to meet him. She watched your show with her man. They were most impressed. She with your ass. Both with your twelve-inches.

“I told him you have a magnificent ass. Size-fourteen on a sexy size-twelve body. I want to oil for him,” she told Sarah as she removed her short, black dress. All that she was wearing apart from her killer heels and a very skimpy, high waisted g-string.

“Your ass was made to be oiled Sarah, magnificent. Do you like your man watching me oil your ass?”

“I love watching, I have an erection coming on,” I answered truthfully.

Come and meet Garth, both of you,” Michelle told us with the bottle of oil in her hand.

Just as earlier today, Garth is naked, legs spread, hands on hips, with his back to us. “Sarah was very impressed with your ass this afternoon,” Michelle told us as she rubbed a generous dose of oil over his ass cheeks as he clenched them for us. “So were around twenty other people, males and females.

“And she was incredibly impressed with your cock. So was her man,” Michelle smiled as Garth turned around so Michelle could oil his torso. “Look at his nipples, huge he likes them teased like that,” she told us before she worked his flaccid cock with two hands.

“Twelve women and twelve men watching me this afternoon, Incredibly arousing while I fantazised about you Sarah,” Garth whispered as he rubbed a hand over Sarah’s oily ass cheeks.

I have never ever been in close proximity to a man with such a huge erection. Twelve-inches, an absolute benchmark. And he has a hand on my lady’s ass as she ogles his erection before she strokes it with a clenched hand.

“Would you like to fuck him Sarah?,” Michelle asked as Sarah and I tongue kissed.

“Very tempting,” she whispered as her and I couldn’t take our eyes off his twelve-inches.

“Would you like to fuck her while her man and I watch Garth?,” Michelle asked.

Sexual tension like I had never known. My lady’s lesbian lover was asking her if she wants to fuck a much younger man with a raging twelve-inch erection while I watch on with my own raging erection. I was hoping Sarah would say yes. I wanted her to say yes. An exciting new sexual experience for us in the offing.

“Would you like to fuck Garth, while I fuck your man? Would that ease your conscience?,” Michelle asked Sarah.

“Yes it would, do it, I want to have him.”

Garth was flat on his back as Michelle and I had our hands on each others naked ass as we watched Sarah slowly slide her cunt lips onto Garth’s erection. Sarah is a noisy lover when fully aroused. And she was very aroused and very noisy as she took her pleasure with Garth.

Michelle had me lay on my back facing in the opposite direction to Garth before she lowered herself on to my erection. That way she could watch and emulate what Sarah was doing to Garth.

I couldn’t recall a ten-year older, bi-sex woman fucking me in this position. Michelle was very exciting and incredibly good, wonderful sex while watching my lady pleasure herself on Garth’s twelve-inches.

Sarah loves watching hung men masturbate for her. Garth and I commenced masturbating facing each other, legs spread, both very aroused and very hard, both seeking sexual release. A slow tease with my lady and her lesbian lover watching.

I have masturbated for numerous females, males and couples, never with the same sexual tension as this. Then Garth positioned himself so he could masturbate me. His twelve-inch erection had been a turn on for me ever since I set eyes on it earlier.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world to masturbate him as he did the same to me. We were both determined not to cum before the other one. Garth is younger than me and orgasmed earlier today while we watched an Asian lady blow him. I suspected he was going to last longer than me. Just looking at his twelve-inch erection while I stroked it with my lady and her lesbian lover watching on as he stroked mine was very exciting for me. He had me on the brink, right on the brink as he edged me with his fingertips.

“Now Garth, do it,” Michelle is whispered as he slid his erection over mine. “Now Garth, now,” she repeated as be knelt and sucked the tip of erection and swirled his tongue around it.

“Oh fuck,” Sarah and I both moaned as I had the most wonderful and long orgasm.

“That was incredibly exciting for Michelle and me, you know I love watching a hung man masturbate. Garth has redefined hung for me, and the way you bought each other off at the same time was brilliant,” Sarah told me as we showered together afterwards.

“A very exciting sojourn,” Sarah told me on the way home with a very self satisfied smile. You do realize the age difference between our lovers was around twenty-eight years? Garth was huge, fucking magnificent. And we both had a piece of him. Michelle was the most exciting woman we have ever had. She wants to keep in touch and introduce us to some of her friends.”

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In a ploy to get back with her ex, Miranda kidnaps his new girlfriend and brainwashes her into a babygirl to figure out why Nick loves her so much.

A Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

It was Miranda! Of course it was Miranda. It all started to make sense, although it was still a bizarre situation. I was tied down spread eagle on a king sized bed. The room around me was so preppy and pink it seemed to belong to a teenager.

I woke up about ten minutes ago and I still didn’t feel fully awake yet. My head was throbbing, I had a nasty headache and grogginess still lingered. Yet seeing Miranda’s picture hanging on the wall sobered me up. I had been dating Nick for barely four months and so far his ex-girlfriend Miranda had showed up at my work crying to my co-workers about how I was a home-wrecker. She had followed me home and threatened to hurt my cat if I didn’t back off. She’d send me leaflets about abortion with a post-it note on at that said I should pass this information on to my mother so she wouldn’t make the same mistakes twice. She’d put on social media that I had a STI, and last week she bought a wedding dress and told everyone she and Nick had eloped.

I’d talked to Nick about it and we even went to the police, but they couldn’t do anything until she actually did something criminal, buying a wedding dress wasn’t a crime they said.

Now it was too late, she’d drugged and kidnapped me and tied me down in what looked like her childhood bedroom. I couldn’t imagine any woman of 34 years old would actually decorate her room like this, then again this Miranda wasn’t just any woman, she was one of a kind.

My headache started to get worse and I closed my eyes. It must have happened yesterday when I was out drinking with my co-workers. Maybe she slipped something in my wine? I didn’t remember seeing her in that pub. I pulled on my bounds and tried to get away. The rope was wrapped tightly around my wrist. Maybe if I fidgeted and wriggled for a while the knots would loosen up enough for my hand to slip out.

All my struggling seemed to be to no avail, if anything the knots seemed to be even tighter now.

‘How’s my sweet baby girl.’ Miranda’s voice said high-pitched and shrill. She wouldn’t kill me, right? She wouldn’t. She may be crazy but she wasn’t that crazy, was she?

Miranda was dressed in a fifties polka-dot dress with a white peter pan collar, her hair in a tight bun and she wore glasses. I’d never seen her wear glasses before. She sat down on the bed next to me and looked down on me with an enamored smile.

‘Hi there, dear June, how are you feeling.’ Her fingertip softly ran over my cheek. I moved away from her.

‘Don’t touch me.’ I said.

‘Don’t be scared, sweet baby girl of mine.’

‘I’m not your baby girl.’

‘Oh, but you’re wrong sweetheart. You are our baby girl and mommy and daddy love you very much, you have to know that. I know it’s been hard on you these last few months, but things are getting better, mommy and daddy have almost resolved their issues and then we’re getting married in Hawaï. You can swim with sea turtles in Hawaï did you know that?’

‘Do you mean Nick?’ I asked.

She slapped me across my face and stinging pain traveled through my cheek.

‘Fuck you.’ I yelled at her and she slapped me again.

‘Please be a lady.’ She said. ‘That’s not how I raised you.’

The slaps in my face made my headache even worse. I sighed and stared upwards. Glow in the dark stars were attached to the ceiling, I’m sure it would be pretty at night, but by daylight they were just some beige gross looking plastic stars stuck onto the ceiling.

‘What time is it?’ I asked.

‘It’s about lunch time, you slept for quite some time, sweetheart.’ Miranda caressed my cheek again, tenderly she rubbed her thumb over my still somewhat sore skin.

Lunchtime. Good. I thought to myself. That meant I didn’t show up for work this morning, that meant they’d already called my phone, hopefully they’d called Nick too and let him know I was missing. He would know it was Miranda right? He would tell the police and they’d be knocking on the door any minute now. Unless they thought I was just skipping work because of a hangover.

‘Where are we anyway?’ I asked.

Miranda smiled. ‘Don’t worry about it. Nobody will come looking for you. You gave me the passwords to your phone and your social media, remember? I told everybody you were going on a spiritual retreat for a few days, they were angry with you, but anger is better than worried, isn’t it?’

‘You’re lying,’ I said. ‘I would never give you my passwords.’

‘I know sweety,’ Miranda said. ‘As I explained yesterday I’ve got some drugs that’ll make you very compliant, but I guess they have a side effect of amnesia.’ She shrugged. ‘To be fair they do mention it in the informational leaflets, but then again those old people are senile and forget everything anyway.’

‘Wait. What?’ I said, frowning. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Nothing. My sweety.’ Miranda bent over me and tickled me under my chin. ‘It doesn’t matter that mommy had to steal your med-meds from the people she works with. No, that doesn’t matter at all. You don’t have to worry about that. All you have to worry about is being mommies sweet little baby girl.’

‘I… I…’ I stuttered. ‘Miranda… you…’

She slapped me across my face again. ‘Don’t be rude to mommy.’

‘Rude?’ I asked trying to rub my sore cheek against the pillow. ‘Because I called you Miranda?’

Slap!

‘Stop that!’ I said. ‘You have to let me go. You understand that right?’

‘Oh, honey.’ Miranda said with a fake compassion. ‘You’re getting all riled up and upset and confused. I think it’s time mommy gave you your med-meds, right?’

‘No.’ I said, a panic bubbled-up in my chest. ‘No, don’t you dare. Isn’t that like medical endangerment or something? Just let me go instead.’ I pulled on my bounds, hoping something would snap or break.

Miranda got a plastic syringe and a brown flask from the bedside table. She unscrewed the lid and put the tip of the syringe inside to suck the drug into the plastic.

‘Why?’ I asked. ‘Why are your doing this? How is this going to help you get back together with Nick? Like…I… Is that what you want? Let me go and I’ll promise to break-up with Nick, I mean he’s a nice guy and all but he’s not worth being kidnapped for.’

‘Ssh.’ Miranda patted me on the head. ‘I already broke up with Nick for you, you gave me your phone remember?’

‘Then why?’ I asked.

‘Don’t be scared.’ Miranda said. ‘Here, this is going to make you feel better.’ She put a thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. I tried to turn my face away from her, to close my mouth, I screamed and struggled, but Miranda seemed to be quite skilled in forcing medication down peoples throats. She managed to get the syringe in my mouth and she ejected the drug in the back of my throat. It tasted bitter and gross and I shivered. I tried to spit it out.

‘It’s okay, Sweetheart.’ Miranda said. She put a hand on my tummy and rubbed back and forth. ‘It’ll kick in soon. We made a great start yesterday, I’m curious to see how much of that will come back when you’re under influence again.’

‘What?’ I said. ‘What are you talking about. Why are you doing this? Why? I don’t get it.’

Miranda laughed. ‘You don’t have to get it, sweetheart.’ She said. ‘You just have to let the drugs wash over your little brain, and listen to your mommy’s voice, obey mommy’s voice. That way mommy can turn you into a sweet little girl and then mommy can figure out why daddy liked you so much, and then mommy and daddy can get back together.’

‘That’s… that’s crazy?’ I stuttered. ‘Why do you think that’ll work? Who hurt you so badly you turned out like this? It’s never… never… it’s… wow.’ All of a sudden it was hard to keep talking, I’d lost my train of thoughts and new words just weren’t forming, there was an overwhelming tingle in my brain that just soaked up all of my attention. It was a nice tingle, an addictive tingle, it felt really good. I didn’t want to think about anything else but that mysterious tingle. I was lightheaded and slightly dizzy too. It was like being drunk, but different.

‘Wu…wu…wu.’ I wanted to ask what was happening to me, but no words came from my mouth, just random moaning and muttering. My tongue felt weird, I opened and closed my mouth a few times my tongue in between my lips as if I was chewing on my own tongue. A rush of drowsiness, a rush of indolence. The world was changing quickly. I felt warm and happy and simple, way more simple, almost as if the adult part of my brain was completely sedated and turned off and all that was left was this helpless little dependent baby girl.

‘Ssh.’ A womans voice said. Just hearing her voice made me already feel safe and calm. ‘It’s okay. I know you want to suckle on something.’ She put her finger in my mouth and intuitively I started to suck on her finger. It just made sense. It felt like the right thing the do. It felt so good feeling that woman close by, my mommy close by.

She wasn’t my mommy. I shook my head, trying to wrap my mind around the situation I was in. She wasn’t, but she certainly felt like my mommy. My brain was fizzing out, regressing further and further back and I was softly moaning.

‘There, there.’ The lady said. ‘Almost there. That’s great, looks like most of the things we worked on yesterday are still there. So let’s just reinforce and strengthen them and ingrain me even deeper within your brain, before we start having fun. Just take a deep calming breath and listen to mommy, obey your mommy. It’s so easy to listen and obey, because your love your mommy so much, you trust your mommy implicitly and unconditionally because you need mommy so badly, without your mommy you’re completely lost.’

I barely understood the words she was saying, sounds swirling around me, entering my ears. They seemed to reprogram my brain. That woman felt less and less like a stranger and more and more like my mommy. It wasn’t even a conscious shift, it was as if a very primal feeling was awakened, a very primal need that made me dependent on my mommy.

It was confusing and scary. But mommy was there. My mommy was there to guide me and to tell me what to do. I don’t know for how long she kept talking, it could’ve been hours or it could’ve been minutes, I just knew that I was under her spell, that she’d bewitched me and I needed her.

‘Who’s my sweet little baby girl?’ Who’s mommy’s sweet little baby girl.’ She tickled me in my stomach and I started giggling, yet there was something numbing the joy, something that made me tired and drowsy.

‘You are!’ Mommy said. ‘Yes, you are!’

She bent over and gave me a kiss on the mouth. ‘You’re my helplessly sedated overly compliant brainwashed baby girl aren’t you?’

Again I giggled.

‘Yeah.’ She said. ‘That’s what I thought. Now let’s get you out of these ridiculous clothes, we didn’t get around to it yesterday but it’s about time we put you in a diaper and a onesie, isn’t it?’

She started to fidget on my wrist and a moment later my arm was released from it’s bondage. A moment of unease. I had to do something, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Mommy helped me to sit up, she pulled my shirt over my head, she undid my bra and then she tenderly put me down on the bed again. She unbuckled my pants too and in one motion she slid them of my hips, leaving me completely nude.

‘What a pretty baby.’ She said musing. Her one hand cupping my boob and squeezing my nipple, her other hand sliding in between my legs toying with my pussy lips. It was a nice feeling, her fingers were warm and soft and tender, and it made me feel good and happy when she touched me in between my legs.

‘O boy, little baby girls can’t have pubes can they? I guess mommy will have to help you shave now.’ A moment later she plugged a lady shave into the outlet, a soft humming sounded as she moved it over my pussy lips, removing all of my pubes.

It was such a nice feeling, a happy glow spread all through my pussy and into my stomach. My breathing became more and more superficial and involuntarily my body started to twitch.

‘Do you like that sweetheart?’ Mommy said. She pushed my leg to the side so she could even better reach the hairs in my groin. The vibrations made me horny and I moaned.

‘It’s okay, sweety. We’re almost done. There.’ Mommy turned of the lady shave and rubbed her hand over my pussy. ‘Feel how smooth.’ She said her fingers pressing into my pussy, caressing my vulnerable skin.

‘Such a sweet pink pussy you have.’ Mommy kept on stroking me, up and down. She slipped her finger inside and quickly moved it back and forth a few times. A whole new wave of pleasure was released into my body.

‘You like that, don’t you sweetheart? You like it when mommy touches you like this, don’t you?’

I couldn’t answer I was just marveling in the happy feelings of her finger that was still moving in and out of me, with my eyes closed I seemed to enter different worlds. I was floating and her finger was like a fountain that spread all those pleasures through my body.

I was in love with her finger. I needed her finger. I had no clue what was happening to me, but I did know I needed her finger badly. When she removed her finger I trusted my hips into the air and let out a begging moan.

‘I know. I know.’ She said ‘I’m just getting a bit of lube. See.’ Now she brought two fingers up into my pussy, they felt way more slippery, but she kept on finger fucking me, so I didn’t much care. There were a lot of things I didn’t understand, but they were infinitely unimportant, the only thing important right now was to just enjoy those sensations, enjoy her fingers.

The pleasures seemed to be building up. The longer she was working on my pussy, the better it started to feel. It was more arousal than I’d knew what to do with, it completely filled my body. I was just a vessel, a vessel for mommy’s fingers and the pleasures she brought me. I squirmed and moaned.

‘It’s okay.’ Mommy said. ‘Just enjoy it. Just feel. Just orgasm for mommy now.’

It all exploded, almost as if I’d been waiting for her cue, as if my body had been waiting for permission to orgasm. It spread through my body, the warm tingles made me moan and convulse and arousal encompassed my mind, ejecting me from my own body into outer space, stars and sparkles and just this overwhelming arousal.

Then suddenly I was back in the room with mommy again. She was smiling down on me and telling me I was a good girl. She was giving me a million kisses on my face.

‘Wait here.’ She told me. ‘I’m gonna get your onesie now.’ She got up from the bed and walked over to a dresser, she was rumbling through one of the drawers, and although she never even left a room I still felt sad and abandoned. It wasn’t a conscious thought, more an overwhelming feeling, an almost primal feeling and I started sobbing and wailing.

‘It’s okay, Mommy’s going to be right there.’ She said.

A moment later she was back with a diaper and a pastel colored velvety onesie. ‘Here I am, don’t be sad, mommy is never going to leave you.’ Quite skillfully she wrapped a diaper around my hips as if she’d swaddled adult women before, perhaps in the old peoples home where she apparently worked. She closed the tapes and then patted me on the bulk off the diaper.

‘There.’ She said. ‘That feels better now, doesn’t it. Now you’re truly mommy’s baby. You’re never going to leave mommy, right? You love mommy unconditionally cause that’s what baby’s do, you’ll need mommy and being away from mommy makes you so sad that you’ll stay with mommy. Unlike that stupid daddy of yours, but don’t worry, we’ll get daddy to come back again.’

She lifted me up and hoisted me into a onesie, the fabric was soft and fuzzy against my skin, and tenderly she closed the snaps over my diaper. ‘There.’ She said. ‘You and I sweetheart, you and I belong together. You’re adorabe, I can understand why Nick likes you. With both of us working together Nick will be helpless. He’ll have to fall back in love with me. Give mommy a little kiss.’

She spread her arms and I gave her a big hug.

‘Good girl.’ Mommy said. ‘Well done little June.’

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Becky;

“How long ago we met and came to see each other as aunt and niece when not actually related is a long story we can’t get into here. What we can do is tell what we remember from the first meeting in that hotel restroom where things became very real.

That cool steel look from her beautiful catlike green eyes as she passed near me in the lobby of the elegant hotel froze my heart mid beat as my breath fell out of my chest in a silent open mouth exhalation. My body had reacted with the feeling of a prey animal being stalked by it’s hunter. I was like a mouse to a cat, timid and shocked by the look in her eyes.

I sat on a barstool after a second glass of wine to calm my nerves as I waited for her arrival. She did not stop in the bar and walked past behind me with her heels clicking delicately on the tile floor as she slid past with the air of a feline predator. The grace of a small but quick and agile Lynx with the fragrance of flowers from her night jungle she inhabited. Just as she passed with a glance over shoulder and more of that enchanting eye contact there was a slight nod.

It was brief and my husband had not noticed just as he had not been noticing how the remote egg vibe had been tormenting me off and on half the morning.

He kissed me on the cheek with a curious look in his eyes as we parted ways after I told him I needed to go to the ladies room then would meet him in the dining room after I freshened up and made some calls.

Vanessa had taken a few paces as I turned my stool to step down and as my toe hit the floor the long silent remote vibrating egg in my pussy went high speed! I grasped at the counter and back of the stool to keep from stumbling to the floor. Again she looked over her shoulder as she kept walking as she held her phone when the buzzing changed to that maddening pulse she had used on me some during the hour before to have me “ready” for this meeting.

Dressed in black and lace with her thin legs looking long in perfect proportions for her diminutive size. A short black skirt hung to mid thigh moving with her graceful sexual gait. Her coat from earlier left behind revealing her wasp like waist in the thin but tightly laced elegant corset. Over her shoulder swung a black leather bag from a silver chain in the shape of a coffin with an overlay of an upside down cross gave it a gothic feel but still elegant in its dark style. From one elbow hung a small black leather bag.

Soon I was keeping pace with her and it seemed she had matched the pulses from the vibe doing it’s dance in my pussy to my cadence and each footfall a pulse of erotic pleaser throbbed deep in my loins.

The smell of her perfume with hints of roses, vanilla, citrus, pheromones, cinnamon, between sweet and citrus wafted gently behind her. My senses of sight, sound and smell picked up every nuance of the young woman who had held my heart and soul in her hands from a distance for so long. It had felt like it would never happen but I was finally following her to my destiny. I was entranced by her essence and beauty as my core vibrated with a lust I had never known. It was illicit, wrong, taboo and there was no turning back.

Passing a mirrored column I saw myself in my elegant dress of soft tones and flesh colored lace with outer dress that draped over my hips in a subtle manner to help conceal the slit on the side that let my legs move and show as I walked. The cool air drafts lightly with each step cooling my panties and the wetness from the crotch rope pulling them sharply into my pussy as it pressed the base of the but plug in the crack of my ass and the twin cords parted with the end of the incessant vibe sticking out between them as did my trapped clit. My small purse hung over my shoulder with touch up makeup and my phone. I clutched to it as I made my way behind my Mistress Vanessa into the sink area of the plush restroom.

She walked past a woman and daughter at the first sinks in a long row of them. The woman seeing her gothic beauty in the mirror used the looking glass to follow Vanessa’s lithe cat-like form.

I was aghast. I hesitated stopping at a sink when Vanessa sat her bags on the large sink counter. My hands shook as I set my bag beside hers. The remote egg vibe was set to a rolling pulsing pattern that crested every half minute and wondered how many more cycles my pussy could take before I lost all control.

Vanessa,,,Mistress Vanessa looked even more stunning than the hundreds of photos she had graced me with since seeing her last summer. Her face so close to mine I was lost in her gaze and felt the electricity as our bodies neared contact.

Reaching up a few inches in height slid the leather dog collar around my neck and buckled it as the tags declaring I was her “lesbian slut” and “ Dog fucking pedo slut” clinked against each other. She cupped my face and tilted my head ever so slightly but firmly to establish control, parted her moist red lips and kissed me on the mouth. She pulled back ever so briefly and then kissed me again with wetter lips that met mine with a softness and warmness I had never felt in a kiss before. Her eyes smoldered when she pulled back again.

Hearing a gasp behind me and seeing the playful yet smouldering look she was giving the woman at the sink I turned to see the woman give her a cold stare. The woman and daughter left, the mother tossing a last disgusting look over her shoulder.

Alone at last the next kiss came with sliding her hands down my arms to my wrists, slowly lifting my arms, then quickly pushing hard, turning me and pushing me three backward steps against the wall behind me. She leaned into a kiss that grew in passion with heat of pent up fire in both of us unleashed in a steamy torrent of deep sensual kissing that rocked my world.

The bottom fell out of my universe as the girl who had taken over my life claimed me like the goddess she had become to me. Pinned to the wall, she bit my bottom lip, then pulled away to look me in the eyes.

Vanessa;

As my soft, yet firm body melded with hers, she gasped as the cold wall pressed against her back in a sudden, unexpected movement. I felt her body shudder from head to toe, and although I saw the fear and nervousness in her eyes, she never pushed me away, waiting for me to take the initiative.

My fingers traced the contours of her delicate neck and collarbone, caressing her soft skin. When I bit her lower lip with a hard and fast nip, she yelped and flinched. I watched as a drop of blood welled upon her skin.

The contact of her sweet blood with my soft, wet tongue elicited a guttural moan within me. She hissed in pain and furrowed her brow, but I pulled away for just a moment to admire the crimson droplets that had been smeared on her lips and the intensity of her bright green eyes looking down at me.

The seconds felt like minutes as we shared an intimate electrifying moment, the air thick with desire and anticipation.

Finally touching the corner of her lips with my fingers and long nails, she shuddered, her face and lips referring. I decided to finally break the silence.

“My lovely pet, I can feel your heart pounding fast, I can smell your fear”

My voice is seductive, and sweet at the same time, with enough maturity of an adult and the youth of a teenager.

Without letting my guard down, I grabbed her face and made her look in the mirror In front of us.

“Repeat your mantra, you know if by heart, look at your own reflection and do it if you are sure to continue from here, once I take your hand, there’s no turning back”

Taking a large ziplock baggie with the bulb full of fake cum in it with it’s long hose filled all the way and crimped off already in it, I started filling the bag with very hot water from the sink.

Becky;

Vanessa was playing with my head already with her blend of charming and dangerous. My heart raced and mind fuzzy from the egg toy vibrating to the up and down cresting pattern she had set it to. All I could do was try to stay calm.

“This pussy belongs to you my Mistress Lilith. These tits belong to you my Mistress lilith. My heart belongs to you. You own all of me and can punish me or reward me as you see fit. I am your devoted pet and lover”

This seemed to make her happy and she kissed me again… I was shaking like a leaf but my fears were starting to calm in the roller coaster of emotions as I watched the bag filling with steamy hot water.

Vanessa;

As I watched her sign her sentence with blood and words of enigmatic power, I couldn’t help but recall the countless times we had whispered those same incantations together in our secret ceremonies. Now, as she dreamt of and yearned for a deeper touch, she stood in front of the mirror, her aroused reflection a testament to the desire that simmered between us.

Taking up our bags, I took her hand, feeling the electricity that sparkled between our fingers. Together, we walked to the large, private cubicle designated for invalids and closed the door behind us, sealing the world away for a new one of our own making.

Every movement felt like an acceleration of my unceasing heartbeat, every second ticking away like a countdown to our forbidden pleasures hanging heavy between us. As we stood in the dimly lit room stall I got closer to her again like a feline then pushed her against the bathroom wall and started to devour her lips again.

The only sound was the ragged catch in our breaths and the pounding of our hearts, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the taboo desires and love that burned within us. My tongue slid inside her mouth with practiced ease, and she responded by threading her fingers through my soft hair, pulling my tiny body closer to hers, pressed against each other, not leaving any space between us. Our tongues intertwined, our saliva mingling as we explored each other’s mouths with ravenous intensity.

As our kiss deepened I caught her tongue between my full lips, sucking and licking it with fervor, the taste of her metallic yet sweet dried blood still lingering in her lower lip, her flesh swollen and red, trying to contain my wild instincts. Our moans grew louder, our breaths ragged and hot, as the intensity of our passion threatened to consume us. My inner beast roared to life, its primal urges demanding satisfaction at the very second.

Without a moment’s hesitation, as we continued our passionate kiss I moved my hand slowly down to her right breast above the fabric of her thin dress, my little hand squeezing and massaging the tender flesh beneath, the fabric was no barrier to my touch.

My fingers danced over her nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Our kissing grew more frenzied, our bodies pressed together, our hearts pounding in unison, as she surrendered to the intense all consuming forbidden desire.

I separated from her momentarily so we could catch our breaths. Seeing her red lips set me on fire ! I move my hands with elegant accuracy toward her warm flushed cheek, caressing her face and chin sending her the message with my eyes to let it happen then continue to move my hands down her shoulders and arms, feeling every part of her flesh. I reach her wrists, grabbing them firmly and direct them above her head pressed against the wall behind her.

Staring into her eyes I pronounce.

“I love the taste of your lips dear Auntie Becky pet, I bet you were missing the sweet lips of your lovely bossy niece, weren’t you ?”

Without waiting for an answer I could sense her own struggling, which led me to bury my nails in her wrists making her frown in pain, while my lips traveled to her neck and ear.

My grip tightened around her wrists holding them in that desired position above her head with one of my hands as I grabbed her pretty gray hair and pulled it tightly to the side to give better access to her neck. She trembled and gasped at my sudden and unexpected bold action.

”

I whispered in her ear with a threatening and dangerous tone, her main vein in her neck is visible and swollen throbbing hard.

“ That’s it my little slut, stay like that in that position, and I want you to answer me every time I talk to you , understand?

I moved closer and bit the side of her ear, removed her earring, put it in my pocket and then bit and sucked on her earlobe, moving my tongue like a snake, hot and wet, in and out of her ear generating new sensations all over her body.

“Don’t make me hit your pretty face and mess up that makeup… know your place, you’re nothing without me, look at you, so vulnerable and ready for me”

I bit harder on her earlobe and she lets out a muffled moan, which makes my blood boil..

Taking up my phone I triggered the egg on the first frequency, which made her shudder then she lowered her arms and moaned looking at me with wild passion in her eyes.

I returned to my position and spread her arms out to her sides in the shape of a cross. My lips follow their wet journey down her neck, her throat. I took her hair and pulled it again with force, running my tongue down her throat to the nape of her neck, but now in a more possessive and animalistic way. Biting, nipping, and tasting her skin intermingled with her fine perfume as I sniffed at her.

“What do you say?”

Becky mumbles a soft “Thank you Mistress” as I bury my fangs in her neck slowly. She squeals more and clenches her fists. Surprised by how sharp my fangs are, she wonders if they are real because they feel like pricks against her delicate flesh. Biting her neck, I drag my mouth slowly to her shoulder and bite it leaving red, wet marks in my wake.

I watch her face and flushed cheeks as my fingers trace playful lines from her shoulders, clavicle, and down the middle of her breasts, she shudders and looks down to follow my every movement with extreme anxiety and a heaving chest.

“Are you scared, auntie Becky Beck?”

Hearing those words echoing in her memory and flooding her head with depraved emotions shaking her world, she shudders and is unable to respond, she just nods her head in the affirmative.

“Turn around, I’m going to take your clothes off”

“Wait… what, here and now? I don’t think we have much time” – She replies with a low and trembling tone of voice while she moves her body and lets me have access to her back.

“What’s wrong? We have just enough time, shut your mouth dear, I’m the one in charge here”.

“Perfect dress my pet, I can undress you more easily, so ready and ready for me”

I say in a seductive voice as I touch her shoulders and her arms from behind sliding my slender and elegant fingers quickly through the zipper behind her dress sliding it down to her hips. With one swift movement, I slide the straps of her dress down her arms and make her turn around again, I continue to slide her dress down as I find her free tits in the air ready for my disposal.

With a possessive gleam in my eye, I claimed my pet slave aunt’s face, my fingers wrapping around her jaw as I angled her features towards mine. Our lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, my tongue invading the sanctum of her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance of dominance and surrender. As we made love to each other’s taste, my hands roamed freely over her body, seeking out the soft mounds of her naked breasts. My small palms cupped the gentle curves, squeezed gently, my fingers sinking into the delicate flesh of her soft areolas and nipples hardening with my contact as I pressed her right breast against my palm. The sensation was intoxicating, a reminder of the power I wielded over her, the depths of depravity to which I could push her willing body.

Our primal moans blended into a cacophony of carnal desire, our bodies quivering with anticipation as we surrendered to the raw, unbridled lust that coursed through our veins. I ravished her tongue with mine, our mouths locked in a frenzied kiss that left us both breathless and desperate for more. I didn’t relent, my lips refusing to release hers as I prepared to claim what was rightfully mine. Regret was a distant notion, replaced by an unyielding hunger that brooked no delay. Now or never, the time for restraint had passed, and the beast within me roared its approval.

As we continued our impassioned dance, I caught the essence of her arousal, I caught her wet organ and sucked it while I ran my nails down her neck and throat. Then I bite her lower lip. I’m a beast. I want to rip her clothes off with my teeth and eat her all right there.

“I love the taste of your tongue and your saliva, especially the taste of your desire and fear for me, the adrenaline, the fear.”

I speak into her lips, while I spread her legs and put my knee in between, I take her wrists and put them above her head burying my nails in her skin.

With one hand I hold her wrists again, she is fragile. I take her face and turn it aside to have access to her ear.

“I have you finally where I wanted you my little slut, everything I told you in our chat was true, I’m a beast, and I like to have my food cornered, defenseless. I’m going to rape you right here, right now, near to your dear husband, and you won’t be able to do anything to stop it. I want to leave you marked so you’ll never forget me.”

My hands cupped her breasts, massaging the supple mounds. With a sensual hunger, I trailed wet kisses across her cleavage, leaving behind a trail of secret marks only I could appreciate, and her husband could not suspect.

As I targeted her right breast, my lips brushed against the delicate pink of her areola and the hardened peak of her nipple. Teasingly, I danced the tip of my tongue around the sensitive nub before sinking in deep, my mouth engulfing the tight bud. I suckled hard, the vibrations of my throaty hums resonating against her skin.

“Give me your milk, Mommy, feed me, be my dirty cow slut,” I murmured against her flesh, the words a twisted request born of depraved desire. Even as I ravaged her nipple with fervent suction, my other hand played its own game of sensual torment. Fingers and nails pinched and tweaked the neglected bud, sending jolts of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. Meanwhile, I expertly wielded the vibe egg, the pulsing toy a constant stimulation against her slick, throbbing walls. Each hard throb sent her closer to the brink, her body a tight, quivering coil ready to unravel at my every whim.

My lips and tongue lavish attention on the tender mounds. I trapped each nipple between my teeth, the pressure a delicious blend of pain and pleasure as I tugged, suckled, and released, creating a symphony of wet sounds that echoed through the bathroom. A string of saliva connected my mouth to her nipples with each movement, a visual testament to the intense connection between us. As my hands roamed her chest, fingers digging into the soft flesh, I felt her body tense, her orgasm building to a crescendo.

But for every climax she experienced under my watchful eye, there would be consequences. The vibrating egg inside her relentlessly stirred her aching core, a constant torment that heightened her arousal even as it threatened to overwhelm her. I took cruel pleasure in prolonging her agony, biting her nipples with relish until I finally pulled a knife from my garter belt. The cool metal grazed her breasts, the danger implicit in every stroke sending shivers down her spine. “I could cut you here, bitch” I breathed, my voice a seductive purr, “but it’s so much more fun to make you beg and suffer like that, with the idea of what I could do.” And come she did, the intensity of her release causing her legs to tremble and her breath to hitch.

She clenches her legs and thighs, feeling the tormenting vibrating egg swirling in her wet and desperate vagina. She feels the cold blade of metal and the danger in the air. I threaten to cut her, but my kisses and licks are impossible to bear, she clenches her teeth and closes her eyes as she melts into a strong orgasm that leaves her legs trembling and her breath hitching. Faced with her imminent discomfort, I unleash all my anger on her tits as I slap them and slap them hard, leaving red marks on her skin.

As the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her body, I reached into my purse for my phone, the sensual melody that poured from the speakers a perfect accompaniment to the depraved scene unfolding before me. Her convulsions against the wall were a beautiful sight, her red, bruised breasts a testament to the intensity of our twisted play. I reveled in the marks that adorned her skin – the scratches, hickeys, and the faint imprints of my nails.

Each imperfection only served to make her more alluring, more mine. As the music built to a crescendo, I pulled out a length of sturdy brown rope from my purse, the 10-meter cord coiling at my feet. The sight of it was sure to send a shiver down her spine, a promise of the restraints to come. With a wicked grin, I began to weave the rope into a complex pattern, on her tits, my hands moving with the precision of a seasoned dominatrix. The sound of the cord whispering against itself was a siren’s call, an invitation for her to surrender completely to my whims. And she would, of course, because at this moment, there was no one else in the world but me and the delicious depravity I inspired in her.

“Arms up, now”

She obeys without saying anything while I started by creating a long rope folded in half, running the rope across the upper chest. Then I move my fingers fast bringing the night to the back, reaching through the night and grabbing the tail.

The next part I run the rail across the lower chest just below her tits, I reach through the secondary night, the one I made in the last step, hooking the tail and pulling it though.

Each time I adjusted the strings with precision and concentration, squeezing to tighten each point, feeling the string against her skin, her breathing and panting increased my heart rate which made my fingers even more precise. She was amazed by my agility, with eagle-eyed insight she continued to watch me control the strings like an expert. I had practiced several times with my own body and even with other girls close to my circle.

Following the next steps of my chest harness bondage exercise, I run the last Gail up over her shoulder reaching then under the upper chest and hook the tail. Taking that tail I run it down the middle of her big breasts,.laying it on top of the lower chest band placing two fingers under the chest band on the same side the rope came from.

Next, I pulled the rope upward a little to raise and support her big sore tits at my will, making her gasping breaths increase.

Now I bring the tail to the other sides forming a nice decorative twist in the lower chest band. I bring the tail over the other shoulder to the back again, my fingers under high straps to the other side holding the tail and pulling the tail through reversing soon again, this time toward the armpit on the other side.

Looking deep in her eyes with malice and extreme horniness I kept working on her big breasts, I wanted to see them decorated with my strings, like my bondage perfect sex puppet.

I added a half hitch, placing my finger on top of the tail and under the upper chest strap, laying the hail on top the upper chest, and hooking the tail. This will help me to keep the rope from riding the armpit and it makes the pentagram pattern more regular.

Laying the tail on top of her shoulder strap (the left one) I bring it to the opposite shoulder. The next movement was to place the tail close to her neck so that the two sets of lines lay next to each other and not on top of each other. I adjust on her back to keep balance and then reverse the tension again running the hail toward the armpit on the other side.

Mirroring the previous steps I runned the tail over the shoulder, more pressure and then weaving the other end until it’s done on her back , locking it off as well.

This took me almost 2 minutes to do.The tie has left her tits tight, firm and tight as I like. She moans a little and her face is totally red as she watches me work the ropes expertly against her delicate white skin already generating the delicious friction I desire, her hardened nipples now clamoring my attention for something more creative on my part. My fingers caress the strings watching my final work, my work of art. Touching and squeezing her breasts, Then circling her body until I was behind her again to grab her breasts in my hands and feel them with majestic possessiveness against my palms and burying my nails.

She closes her legs and lets out a deep moan.

A sly smile spreads across my face followed by my expert hands removing the rest of her dress as it slides down her legs, leaving her alone with her damp panties on.

With a wicked gleam in my eye, I delved into the hidden recesses of her intimate world, my slender fingers teasing out the evidence of her arousal. The warmth of her core, the slickness of her juices, all betrayed the depth of her desire for me. I traced the outline of her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties, my touch gentle yet purposeful.

As I worked my fingers over her most sensitive flesh, I found her clit, a tiny nub of pleasure waiting to be coaxed into ecstasy. With a deft touch, I circled the little bud above her hot panties, the delicate contact sending shivers through her trembling body.

But my patience was wearing thin, and my desire for complete control overrode any lingering restraint. With a burst of strength, I shoved her back against the wall once more, the force of my movements a potent reminder of the physical prowess that belied my slender stature. Since a tender age practicing martial arts training, gymnastics, and dance had honed my body into a finely tuned instrument of domination, one that I wielded with ruthless precision whenever the urge struck me. And strike it did, for in that moment, all I could think about was asserting my dominance over the quivering, panting woman before me.

I am small in stature and slim body. I have a hidden strength that she only knows, and fears. If I set my mind to it I can hurt her a lot.

With a fast unexpected movement, I take out of my bag two strong nipple tube suckers already slick with a lotion that will let her nipples slide deeply into the clear tubes, they are precise glass tubes for seeing the torturous hard suction.

I fit the first tube on her right nipple, turning the screw to pull her soft puffy nipple , she moans and groans against the wall like a vulnerable creature. I do the same procedure with her other nipple, with as much suction as possible as her nipples adjust to the tubes they double in size and the flesh is swelling and turning red and purple. Not knowing what to do she tries to stroke my hair but I slap her hard across the face,

“Don’t touch me unless I order you to, bitch. Don’t forget your position with me”

Taking her wrists again and tying them behind her back jerking the cord harder than needed keeping her at my mercy scares her and excites me more.

I reveled in the exquisite torment of moving the nipple suckers, twisting and turning them ever tighter to elicit the most exquisite responses from her tormented flesh. With each passing moment, the discomfort morphed into a heady blend of pleasure and pain, her gasps and moans music to my ears.

My gaze was riveted on her face, drinking in every contortion, every flash of surprise, as her body was rewritten by the intensity of my touch.With deliberate slowness, my hands trailed down the expanse of her abdomen, each caress a brand that seared her skin, set her nerves alight. Every inch of her was mine to explore, mine to possess, and I savored the opportunity to map every freckle, every mole, every secret curve of her flesh.I lowered my hand to the juncture of her thighs, spreading them wide with my own, the heat of my body a palpable reminder of my dominance. With deliberate strokes, I teased her clit through the damp fabric of her panties, the roughness of my fingertips a deliberate contrast to the silky softness of her most intimate flesh.

“Look how slutty you are for me, all soaking wet, ready to be devoured,”

I take the corner of her panties and slide them down her legs, she lifts one foot and then the other to feel the air flowing freely over her exposed clit and hairy pussy. Taking her panties in my hand I rub them on her own face to smell her own pussy and her own fluids.

“Smell your own pussy, your own dark desire, lick your own fluids, come on, open your mouth and stick out your tongue like a good little bitch, sniff, pant and lick, taste how dirty and sick slut you are to me and how much you enjoy it. That’s it”

I spread my legs, I don’t have panties, just the harness of the strap-on around my delicious young hips, free bald wet little pussy pressing against her tight, moving up and down while I keep playing with my food.

She knows all these sick treatments show how truly sexual and wild I am. I want my own torment and arousal to turn me into a wildcat of passion and heat.

She gasps and does as I command, sniffing her own essence, her pussy, licking, moving her tongue up and down the same line of cloth that has touched her folds, she feels humiliated, dirty, the careless and demure woman who appears before her husband, friends and family is unknown to her, and now she is reduced to a simple slut, a sexual pet for her Mistress much younger than her but sadistic and diabolical.

Then I throw her panties on the floor, stick two of my fingers in her mouth.

“Open wide and suck my fingers, lick and suck like my good little bitch. I always wanted to have a pet like you. You must be very lucky to have a goddess paying attention to you, you must have something valuable, maybe in your legs or is it that I like to play with your mind?”

I reach down and stroke her clitoris many times as I move my hips pressing my little colo.against her thigh, I bite her neck and remove the vibrating egg from her pussy unexpectedly put it on her face.

“Suck it, suck your juices.”

She refuses at first and frowns, she feels so humiliated and disgusted but at the same time her pussy gets wet again,.fluids dripping down the middle of her thighs, she feels my little pussy sliding hot and smooth across her skin over and over again.

” Do you like to feel my little teen pussy on your leg, dear aunt? Do you like me treating you like this, you fucking pedophile, do you want to rape me? Do you want to touch my virgin body and take me, isn’t it, my whore?”

Becky,:

Mistress knows my nipples and tits being sucked and used is highly arousing for me. She instilled the love of bondage into my mind and body over the period of time spent as her online sex slave. When she turned the screws on the cruel glass nipple suckers to draw my sensitive tips deeper into the tubes my breath came out in a gasp.

“Oh fuccck”

I looked to see them pulled into puffy round mounds capped with aching sharp points.

When I think she is done she pulls on them and moves them to test the hold then turns the turns screws more! I feel my nipples are being destroyed !

Forced to answer her vile questions I swallow hard.

“Yes miss yes… your leg feels good ,,, very good.. Mmm .. I do like this treatment but,,,butt. It’s too much for here … now..”

A sudden slap to my face shocks me into silence.

“Do not tell me what is too much my little fuck toy” she hissed.

Lilith :

I delved into her core with a wicked grin, my fingers slick with her saliva and my own, now probing the tight, needy entrance of her pussy. With a sensual rhythm, I pressed two fingers against her delicate folds, my digits massaging in circular motions as they slowly inched deeper.

Meanwhile, my thumb found her throbbing clit, rubbing in tantalizing circles that made her tremble and gasp. As I suckled at the tender skin of her neck, I increased the tempo of my fingers, pumping in and out with ease, thanks to the copious amounts of her own juices that coated my digits. The friction was exquisite, the delicious pressure building with every plunge, every withdrawal. Her body arched in response, a testament to the intensity of the pleasure I was orchestrating. I reveled in the sight of her nipples, now a deep, throbbing red within the confines of the suction tubes, a perfect complement to the lewd sounds that filled the air as I continued my relentless assault on her senses. And then, I felt it – the unmistakable pulse of her G-spot, a sweet release of pleasure that only served to heighten my own depraved desires.

“Don’t cum yet, whore, you must take care of your mistress first, don’t be a selfish bitch”

I tap her pussy with my fingertips and put two fingers back in and gradually a third finger, stretching her vagina, and pumping. I activate the egg vibe again and press it against her clitoris while I fuck her with my fingers in an almost agonizing synchrony.

With a wicked glint in my eye, I manipulated her most sensitive nub once more, gently coaxing the hood of skin that shielded her clitoris to part ways. My thumb’s gentle pressure exposed the delicate bud to the open air, a tantalizing offering for my ravenous mouth. I leaned in close, my warm breath ghosting over the slick, swollen flesh, sending ripples of electricity coursing through her quivering form.

Her body trembled, a silent plea for more, as I blew a steady stream of air against the throbbing nub. The sensation was overwhelming, each flicker of my tongue a masterclass in erotic torture. Her legs shifted restlessly, a subconscious attempt to escape the intensity of my attention even as she craved more. I obliged, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs, fierce fangs drawing forth tiny gasps and whimpers. She yelped when felt the power of my bite, a primal reminder of the wild, untamed creature that lay beneath my skin. And it only fueled my hunger for her, driving me to explore every inch of her quivering form with a single-minded intensity that knew no bounds.

“Say your mantra you little slut. This pussy belongs only to me and no one else”

I insert my fingers again and fuck her faster,.harder, deeper.

“Your pussy is hungry. I can feel your tight spongy walls suctioning my fingers.”

In this position I grab her buttocks in my hands and bury my nails in her skin, while I fuck her mercilessly.

“You’re going to cum hard, and you’re going to remember this moment, but you’ll have to say your mantra and look me in the eye”

Becky:

In pain and need unlike any I had ever known I was eager for any release of the pain or the need that had come on like a wildfire raging over my body.

“This pussy belongs to you Mistress Lilith… mmm oh god … These tits belong to you my Mistress. My heart belongs to you… mmm You own this body and soul… you can punish me or make me feel pain as you see fit” …

My body convulsed as I took in shallow breaths. The ropes tight on my chest making it hard to breath adding to my discomfort and near panic washing over me.

Taking my jaw in one hand she gently slapped my cheek with the other hand three times.

“Good girl auntie pet, now you must try to be quiet in case others come so do not speak to me unless i ask something of you”

She was wasting no time with her well planned feast of my body she had heaving with need and mind she had spinning with shame.

Lilith;

Inside my tight little pussy I had my egg vibrator, which also works, from my cell phone.

The vibrator’s hum resonated deep within me, its teasing vibrations a delicious torment against my untried flesh. Each pulse sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through my virgin channels, the unfamiliar sensation both hurt and enticed.

I moaned, my hands drifting to my aching clit, fingers circling the sensitive nub in time with the phone’s rhythmic pulses. The forbidden pleasure was intoxicating, and I reveled in the taboo thrill of using my aunt’s body for my own depraved desires. I suckled her clitoris with wild abandon, long licks and hard sucks that mirrored the desperate motions of my fingers buried deep within myself.

As my aunt’s moans filled the air, I let my own fingers join the fray, plunging in and out of her slick passage in tandem with my own thrusts. The frequencies of the vibrator danced against my girlish walls, building a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to engulf me whole.

My own orgasm loomed on the horizon, a delicious precipice that I desperately sought to tumble over.

Her feet curl, her fingers twitch. And with my command she succumbs.

“Cum on my fingers, auntie pet, while I have my own orgasm, let me feel your walls contract around my fingers, let me feel how your vagina needs me deeper and deeper inside you ,. fucking you so hard, stretching you open”

With a final, frenzied suckle and bite on her clitoris, I tipped us both over the edge, our bodies writhing in a twisted symphony of pleasure and pain.

“I won’t take your tubes off until you make me cum again, slut”

After turning the screws to full suction that made her gasp in pain, I put her on her knees on the cold floor, sticking my fingers in her mouth for her to clean them, I sit on her face , my thighs on her shoulders as I sit on her face, I move my hips up and down, she works her tongue on I clitoris and slit, I grab her hair tightly to plunge my little pussy into her mouth and nose.

” You’re not going to breathe until you make me cum.”

I grasped her hair, yanking her head back to reveal her vulnerable throat, as I positioned myself astride her face. The cold tile floor bit into her knees, a stark contrast to the scorching heat that emanated from my core as I settled onto her features. Her tongue, warm and eager, flicked against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I rode her face with deliberate slowness, my hips undulating as I ground against her mouth, the sensation of her tongue dancing across my sensitive folds almost too much to bear. But it was only the beginning. With a wicked grin, I tightened my grip on her hair, forcing her to submit to my every whim and harsh whisper.

“Breathe through your nose, you’ll get plenty of air there,” I purred, my voice dripping with sadistic intent. “You won’t be able to breathe until I’m finished with you.” The threat hung heavy in the air, a delicious promise of the exquisite torment to come. And as I felt her tongue delve deeper, probing the slick, swollen lips of my pussy, I knew I had her right where I wanted her – at the mercy of my darkest desires.

I leaned back moaning, eyes flashing with a cruel amusement as I surveyed the supplicant kneeling before me. Her tongue, eager and warm, danced over the delicate folds of my pussy, each lap and swirling a desperate plea for acceptance.

“That’s it, you filthy little slut,” I cooed, voice dripping with condescension. “Show me how much you crave my attention.” With a sharp tug on her hair, I forced her head down, the cool tile pressing against her cheek as I ground my clit against her mouth. The sensation was electric, each press of her lips against my aching flesh sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my body. “Fucking whore,” I spat, the vile words a stark contrast to the tenderness of her ministrations.

“Eat me like the dog slut you are. Prove you deserve to taste my cum.” Her tongue delved deeper, licking and probing with a fervor that bordered on obsession. I could feel the vibrations of her moans against my inner thighs, a symphony of her own desire mingling with the depravity of the act. It was intoxicating, and I reveled in the power I held over her, the complete control I wielded over this willing and excited slave. “Good girl,” I purred, a dark satisfaction simmering in my chest as I watched her work, her face a mask of adoration and lust. “You’re doing so well, make me cum, I’m so close, damn ahhh”

My moans are so sweet and horny and wild at the same time.

Waves of pleasure washed over me, each pinch to my sensitive nipples sending electric jolts straight to my core. I bounced eagerly on my aunt’s face, my thighs trembling with anticipation as her tongue probed deeper, darting in and out of my tight, slick folds with desperate hunger. But it was her attention to my clit that truly sent me reeling, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as she lapped and suckled the throbbing bud like a starved animal, tasting my sweet nectar. The vibrations from her mouth against my sensitive flesh were exquisite, each tiny tremor building the pressure in my core until it became almost unbearable. And then, it hit – a powerful orgasm that left me shuddering and trembling, my legs barely able to support me as the first gushes of my cum spilled onto her red eager face!

She lapped at the first drops with greedy enthusiasm, her tongue swirling in circles to lap up every last drop of my release. The sensation of her drinking in my essence, her face and chin slick with my creamy sweet cum, only intensified my pleasure, until I was left spent and panting, my body still quivering with aftershocks.

As the last echoes of my orgasms faded, I slowly straightened, my legs still quivering from the intensity of my pleasure.

Glancing down at my phone, I turned off the egg vibrator to finally cease its pulsing rhythms, its work done for the moment inside my tight little pussy.

Smirking to myself, I reached into my purse once more, extracting another big red doggy cock toy with its detachable suction cup. With a few swift, practiced moves, I secured it to my harness, the cool metal of the chains of my instruments a delicious contrast to my heated skin.

My gaze then fell upon Becky, her face a picture of devastation and humiliation as she stared up at me through tear-filled eyes. A stray drop of sweat clung to her cheek, glistening in the dim light like a proof of her submission.

“I’m not finished with you yet, my little doggy,” I purred, my voice dripping with sadistic intent. I gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to meet my gaze, her face still wet and flushed.

“I want you on your hands and knees, now. It’s time for the next phase of our play.” The words were a command, an order that brooked no argument or defiance. I could see the resistance warring within her, the flicker of fear and dread that threatened to undermine her willingness to obey. But I wasn’t interested in her compliance. I wanted her submission, total and complete.

I can tell by the look on her face that she doesn’t like that and is freaking out and I want to push her even harder. In a moment of heated excitement I pull the suction tubes from her nipples which are red and sore, my sudden movement makes them hurt even more, drawing tears from her eyes and making her gasp in pain.

While she was still on her knees with her gaze on me with a mix of fear and resignation, I positioned my big red rubber doggy cock and with a swift, brutal motion, I brought it crashing down against her cheeks several times, the impacts leaving an imprint of the toy’s contours against her skin. Shock and lust blended, reveling in the way her eyes fluttered closed as she winced from the painful contact. Her cheeks were already flushed from earlier activities, but now they took on a deeper hue, a vivid rose that only added to her delectable appearance.

The next item from my bag was a pair of adjustable metal clamps, their cold, unforgiving edges promising to deliver a whole new level of torment. I grasped Becky’s nipples, already swollen and sensitive from the suction tubes, and fitted the clamps snugly around them with a deliberate, sadistic slowness. The moment I tightened the metal, her body jerked in response, a strangled sob escaping her lips as the clamps bit into her flesh with an unrelenting vice-like grip,

Pretending it was my teeth around them. I reveled in the sight of her recoiling, tears welling in her eyes as she began to weep, her moans a symphony of anguish and despair. The sounds only served to heighten my arousal, the twisted excitement coursing through my veins as I stood and positioned my fat dog cock between her trembling lips.

“Open your mouth and start licking like a good little bitch, lick, and pant like you want it.”

Becky opened her mouth slowly as she frowned feeling the clamps around her sore, sensitive nipples. She sticks out her tongue and gasps like a little bitch as she looks at me, her green eyes watering, as she sticks out her tongue she moves it up and down in circles around the tip of my dog’s cock.

Becky;

The sight of her looking more beautiful and sexy than ever, the smell of the fragrance she wore and her natural pussy in the air and on my face, the commanding actions and harsh words hand me on edge. Looking up past the red rubber vile-looking dog cock dildo to her perfect hot slender teenage body I was in a limbo between hellish pain and shocking domination and the heavenly realm that dreams are made of being the pet of such the perfect mistress for me.

It was as if her cock was slowly working past my gag reflex as she used my hair to hold my head still and used her pelvis to rock it in and out going a little deeper were both distracted. She had made me suck the toy many times in getting ready for this meeting and still, it was hard to stay calm and not gag as she teased me. Her eyes smiled when my throat tightened and my belly convulsed. My distress clearly aroused her.

Being distracted we both jumped and then went silent when the door eased itself closed with a soft thud that was followed by a woman’s heels tapping the hard floor as she went to a stall at the far end of the row. We heard the door latch. We knew the woman must have heard something.

Just as I looked up with wide-eyed fear, Mistress took another picture or had the video running.

Mistress stood still as she ***********ed a song with a sexy beat, then set the phone down to play using the beat of the sultry song to mask our actions.

I pulled away from her cock and turned my head when the woman had come in. With a firmer grip on my hair, she slapped my face with the toy again to a few beats of the music then slid it back into my mouth and was working it in my throat with slow sexy dance-like moves by the time the woman peed, washed up and left.

We had been there about Ten minutes by then.

Satisfied my mouth had been thoroughly used she pushed me back off of it and rubbed the string of my drool over my red cheeks and face telling me to look at her doggy cock she was using to train for the real thing waiting for me in the near future.

She loved how my mouth and lips got so soft and puffy from the sucking and throat fucking and took a moment to kiss and suck at my tender mouth and relish in the redness and heat she could feel in my flushed cheeks.

Okay bitch, Arms behind your back wrists together.

Next out of her bag was the dreaded ball gag. I hate to be gagged and the head harness ball gag is the worst of all.

Vanessa;

“You have to be a quiet pet and what comes next is going to make you want to scream so bite down on this if you need to”

With a thrill of dark excitement, Becky complied with the instructions, her trembling hands betraying the fear that coursed through her veins like icy rivulets. As her wrists were bound securely behind her back, a sense of vulnerability washed over her, leaving her exposed and helpless. Once her wrists were bound I pushed her to the floor and made her get on all fours on the floor, her tits still bound with the rope harness, her nipples still being sucked by the suction tubes were pulled hard by my hand as she squealed, her moans camouflaged under the gag. Even through the gag that muffled her cries, her high-pitched moans of distress still managed to pierce the air. But her torment was far from over, and as I then pulled out the weighted metal clamps to put them on her nipples already reddened by the suction, she startled and shrieked, frowning.

The sudden pinch caused Becky to startle violently and emit a strangled shriek of protest.

“I know how much you hate these clamps, but I love it, especially when it presses on one of the nerves of your nipples,” I said in a playful voice to such a painful situation for her. Without pausing in my process, I took the anus plug and the hot and cold lotion to spread it all over her anus, her in that vulnerable position totally exposed to me.

She contracts and makes muffled sounds as I slowly push the plug into her tight anus. The puckered hole tries to push the intrusive object through her tight channel but I push again with the help of the hot and cold lotion that was helping me to keep it slippery, once the plug was wedged in her ass I spread her buttocks apart and hit them with both hands, leaving red marks from my fingers and nails on her sensitive flesh, I hit once more her plump buttocks making the plug move inside her.

The next step is to smear my strap-on dildo dog cock with the same hot and cold lotion to move it and hit her buttocks and pussy from behind with it, watching as her clitoris and folds receive every stroke of my cock making wet sounds in the bathroom cubicle.

“What’s up? bitch, you feel your asshole cold as a mint? then you’re going to feel it hot as fire.”

As I say these words I whip her ass with the crop hard and then proceed to play with her pussy hole in circles with my plastic cock, preparing her to receive my delicious red veiny flesh inside your wet tight hole.

My hips began to undulate with deliberate, sensual precision as the rigid length of my dog-cock pressed insistently against Becky’s slick entrance. With gradual, agonizing slowness I pushed forward, the head of the dildo penetrating her outer folds before sinking deeper into her, causing some pain, until it nestled firmly against her sensitive cervix. My movements became more fluid as I found my rhythm, the toy sliding in and out of Becky’s tight depths with a silky smoothness that belied the increasing intensity of my thrusts.

Each deep, penetrating stroke seemed designed to stretch and fill my aunt to the brim, the hot, slick flesh of Becky’s passage gripping the toy like a vice. As my pace quickened, the vibrations emanating from the dildo’s built-in vibrator intensified, the deliciously wicked frequencies pulsing through Becky’s core and making her roll her eyes back in blissful submission, even as the gag muffled her wanton moans. The erotic symphony of flesh meeting flesh, accompanied by the lewd slosh of lube and the distant hum of the vibrator, created an atmosphere of raw, animalistic passion that unfolded in the bathroom like a bizarre scene of a young teenager fucking her MILF aunt’s hot pussy.

As I penetrate her, I slap her ass cheeks with the crop and move my hand down to slap her clit with the crop as well, then I pinch her clit and continue pushing against her G-spot and her spongy walls of full vagina, she feels every detail of my cock with precision, the silicone feels almost real, with soft real skin, details of the swollen veins against her sensitive spots as her pussy makes music for me, her tits swing in the air and touching the floor, she is in an uncomfortable position with her head on her own dress, hands tied behind her back.

She moans and makes sounds of pain and pleasure feeling an intense heat that runs through her entire being, as I rape her pussy so hard and so deep. I order her to cum on my cock, to feel how her vagina contracts against the toy and sucks in its entirety like a needy slut.

My hips moved with merciless intensity, the dildo thrusting in and out of Becky’s ravaged cunt with a wet, obscene suction. Each deep, penetrating thrust was punctuated by the resounding crack of my riding crop coming into contact with Becky’s tender flesh, the loud slaps echoing around the room and leaving bright red flowers in their wake. My relentless assault on Auntie’s most sensitive areas showed no sign of abating, my hand now reaching down to brutally spank her swollen clit, the cruel impact sending shockwaves through Becky’s quivering core. As the pace of the fucking increased, my grip on the toy grew tighter, each thrust aiming directly for the sensitive spongy tissue lining the deepest recesses of Becky’s vagina.

My realistic silicone dog phallus, crafted with uncanny precision to mimic the contours and texture of real flesh, seemed to pulse with a life of its own as it rubbed against pet Becky’s inner walls, the swollen ridges of veins providing exquisite stimulation that had the desperate woman on the brink of climax. Becky’s helpless, bound body lay sprawled on the floor, her bound hands trapped behind her back and her head resting awkwardly on the soft folds of her own dress. Her bound breasts bounced and swayed with each brutal thrust, nipples red and aching from the relentless stimulation.

She moans and makes sounds of pain and pleasure feeling an intense heat that runs through her entire being, as I rape her pussy so hard and so deep I order her to cum on my cock, to feel how her vagina contracts against the toy and sucks in its entirety like a needy slut.

“Come for me, feel how i grow inside of you, and fill you up completely, my slut. Feel my cum inside of you, filthy pedo incestuous whore, give it to me, let me hear you!”

As my dominating thrusts and commanding words reached their peak, the pent-up tension inside Becky finally broke and her climax exploded through her with the force of a tidal wave! Her body went rigid, muscles tensing as wave after wave of intense pleasure swept through her, the sensation so overwhelming it stole the breath from her lungs. The dildo writhed inside her making clicking sounds and the frequency of the vibrations increased relentlessly. The butt plug continued to stimulate her, adding an extra layer of delicious friction to her already overtaxed senses. Her bound hands trembled, tendons straining against the ropes as she jerked and writhed beneath my pelvis, and under my full power, as she had always dreamed, her hips bucked erratically in time with the powerful contractions of her pussy. The orgasm seemed to last an eternity, leaving Becky trembling, panting and completely spent on the floor. As the final echoes of her climax faded, she lay there, chest heaving, eyes closed, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the dirty, taboo experience.

With satisfaction I remove my penis from her vagina and help her sit on the floor still with her hands tied. I remove the gag from her mouth and stand up so she can suck my strap on, full of fake dog cum combined with the natural juices produced by her vagina.

“Come on, suck and lick my cock clean, taste your own pussy there like a good whore doing her job, tell me how much you love the taste of it.”

She looks at me with trembling, watery eyes, makeup running down her cheeks, as I grab her hair tightly and shove the toy back into her throat making her gag and cough.

She then looks at me and begs me to remove the clamps from her nipples, as it’s too painful and she can’t take it anymore.

I order her to stand up and push her against the wall, removing both clamps, but not content with that I continue scratching her tits, and her abdomen while I lean over and bite her nipples with my teeth like a total sadist. She cries and writhes.

“Now you’re going to suck my little pussy, my pet”

I quickly took her leash from my bag and put it around her neck, but not before applying hot sauce to her wounds, scratches, and sore nipples. She closes her eyes and grits her teeth against the infernal pain, she feels her skin burning, and she moans while she jumps a little and turns her head.

In one swift, commanding move, I grab onto the metal railing, flexing my legs as I lift one shapely thigh and place it over Becky’s back, who’s lying face down. She shifts heavily onto her knees, gasping at the feel of the cold tiles against her buttocks. Without warning, a fierce grip of mine grabs her hair, yanking her down until her lips are pressed against the soft leather of my goth boots. “Lick them nice and slow,” I commanded, “make sure you get to every inch of my legs until you get to my pussy.” As Becky complies, her tongue sliding over the polished leather in a slow, sensual dance, I meanwhile reach down and pull the dog dildo out of my harness, to toss it on the floor, the suction cup toy making a soft plop as it hits the tile floor. The phallic toy, with its ridged texture and generous girth, a stark reminder of the brutal fucking Becky had just received, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, silently daring the bound woman to try and get away from the dominant figure looming over her. Becky’s tongue continued its upward sweep; the taste of my skin was a heady mix of sweat and arousal.

As Becky worked to make me cum I stopped her by slapping her face and raising her to a kneeling position in front of me to watch as I took a delicious moment to prepare the final humiliating cum for my little doggy bitch and myself too. Pulling the squeeze bulb out of the bag of still hot water and attaching it to the hose from the dog cock leaned forward and slid it into her

“While you lick my pussy and make me cum, I want you to ride that cock until I bury the dog knot in your vagina, I want to see your open and red hole.

Becky’s mind reeled from the shock and pain of what her young niece Mistress was doing to her. She panted and moaned as she savored the feel and taste of the girl’s sweet wet pussy and lapped up all the wetness that seeped out of her puffy pink vagina. No matter the pain from the bondage on her tits or shame she was feeling she focused on the task of doing her best to please her Mistress. The girl’s little pussy was flooding her face and chin and her own pussy was pulsing and so wet she felt it running down her legs.

“Now doggy bitch rocks back and presses that cock you love so much down to the floor until it sticks and starts riding it like I tell you to then just tease your hole with it like the needy bitch you are. “

I watched in dark satisfaction as my aunt Becky, a picture of desperate need, eagerly nodded her acceptance of my commands. Holding the warm plastic squeeze ball filled the white cum in my hand as her eyes glazed over with lust I watched with a sadistic smile as she moved herself slowly on the tip of the waiting dog dildo, the veiny ridges and substantial girth a testament to the brutal fucking she’d endured mere moments before.

“Now ride that cock as you get ready for Jake’s bigger cock… ride it my slut”

With a mewl of eager obedience, she sank down onto the delicious red toy, the ridges stretching her inner walls over and over again as it filled her to the hilt, the suction cup securing it firmly in place. Becky’s eyes rolled back in bliss as she began to ride, her hips undulating in a sensual rhythm as she worked the dildo in and out of her sopping wet hole.

All the while, her long, agile tongue remained planted between my thighs, lapping at my sensitive swollen red folds with a fervor that ordered in worship my teen perfect bald pussy like a perfect fine dessert.

My own breath hitched in my throat as I felt her warm, wet muscle of her tongue penetrate my virgin hole, the vibrations of her muffled moans sending shivers of pleasure through me, I reached down to tease my stiffening nipples, pinching and tugging at the sensitive buds as I ground my hips against Beckys questing tongue. The sensation was indescribable, the slick heat of her mouth enveloping my most intimate place, the incredible tightness of my inner pink wet walls closing , contracting around her probing tongue as she sought to taste every last drop of my essence. My pussy creates delicious cream and nectar.

After I managed to lick my over excited pussy to another clitoral orgasm, I took out a new toy to put in the dildo harness and this time turned it around with a smaller dog cock press it to my very tight little pussy and another large sticking out I could ram down her bitch throat.

I bite my lip and frown, my pussy is sufficiently lubricated with my own natural fluids and the saliva of my pet milf creating lines of pleasure, the toy is also smeared with baby oil for extra glide. As it penetrates my small entrance still getting used to the thickness of the toy I hit a sound of pain and pleasure, I move my hips up and down, sinking the toy deeper , sliding with precision, sticky pussy sounds as I pinch my nipples, each time I move while buckling the straps

my aunt gets more doggy pussy buried in her throat, making her drip saliva down her throat to the middle of her tits.

The door hissed slowly closed with a soft thud followed but the sound of heels clicking on the hard tile floor. They stopped. The woman must be listening to the sexy beat of the song on the phone that was also recording the scene. Then more steps as the scene in the stall was halted, waiting. A sniff of the air and a few more steps. The door to the stall over softly banged shut with the latch clicked followed by the sound of clothing rustling. Then silence. The woman waiting, listening. A movement from Vanessa as she started buckling the harness on the sound of the buckles clinking as she tightened in on her slender hips to throat fuck me like a captive slave. .

We heard the woman let out a sigh during a quiet moment of the song. She shuffled her feet some then quiet again. Then to my shock Vanessa said in her sweetest voice of the child she had been but no longer was.

“Shussh aunt Becky, don’t moan too loud, I think someone is listening. You sound like a little doggy slut in heat”.

Becky;

I almost died of humiliation! Vanessa gave me no time to worry about the woman in the next stall and with a sly grin and fire in her eyes she grabbed the hair on top of my head with one hand and guided the dog cock into my mouth as she felt the other end filling her little pussy. The harness held it so she could then use both hands in my hair to start rocking me back on the dog cock stuck to the floor between my legs so it filled me deeply then pulled me off of it to make me choke on the one between her legs.

Back and forth as one filled my pussy the other my mouth and throat the metal clamps on my tits started clinking against the base of the toilet

Vanessa sat on in pace with how fast she was face and pussy fucking me by her tight grip and rocking motions. The smaller doggy toy cock in her side of the harness pressing on the walls of her tight little pussy and the base of the toy smashed her clit as she gyrated and moved wildly pulling and pushing at me as her panting and moans grew hot and fast!

The toy has gone through my last layer , and it hurts but feels good. My little pussy stretches open while my aunt watches my pussy from above with glassy red eyes. Her face is tired but fascinated to see the expressions on my face and hear our moans of pain and pleasure.

As the passions grew to intense levels in our stall with the heat and grunts the smell of sex and sounds of sultry music and the wet, slick sucking sounds of hot fucked pussies joined with the feel of perverted sexual abandon raging out of control.

At just the right moment using my little girl’s voice loud enough the woman could hear it.

“Ride that doggy cock my pet…suck this one good … feel it down your throat. Suck it aunt Becky, suck it deep, ride that dog cock, feel its veins, feel it’s knot bumping your bitch hole! Fuck it Becky Beck fuck my little girl pussy like you have wanted to do since I was little, You sick, disgusting woman! You sick little girl fucking pedo dog fucking whore! Cum for me bitch,, do it… mmmm yess… do it … cum now you fucking sick black dog ! My sick black dog fucking bitch!”

Loosening the harness strap around my hips lets my end of the red veiny dog cock slide in and out of my own hot tight hole.

“Bite down on my doggy cock bitch. Hold it in your teeth and fuck my little girl pussy with it.”

Pulling and pushing at her head with a new energy I watched the slick rubber dog cock slide in and out of my little pussy contracting the muscles of my little vagina writhin, having multiple orgasms churning inside me, while I moaned so good and sweet, exploding like never before!

Seeing my aunt’s eyes of despair, lust and shame I order her once more to cum hard on that dog’s veiny cock as she thinks of Jake and her training that will start with him when we get home. My sick words hit her just as her body starts shaking and her moans turn to animalistic groans.

“Now bitch open those legs in a split and go down on the knot…thats it dog slut… yes feel it hurting that pussy”

Seeing from her face and hearing the final grunt of pain as she impales herself on the cock until its tip is pressed to her cervix and knot is trapped in her vagina. I move forward on the seat to ram my dildo cock down her throat all the way as I push her head with my hand to hold her down onto the toy holding her knotted to the floor.

I give the big warm rubber bulb in my hand the first fast hard squeeze sending the heated cum flooding into her womb to mimic the sperm of a hot blooded K9.

Her body convulses, her limbs go ridgid. The breath she held came out in a moan that was a blend of agony and bliss and together we cum and lose ourselves in a great ecstasy of pleasure , convulsing , our bodies moving and moaning in unison as pump more and more of the hot cum into her pussy the way a dogs cock would pump and pump and pump.

Becky felt the hot doggy semen flowing all over her vagina, the stream straight into her uterus filling her entire vaginal cavity until it came out through her folds and inner thighs leaving the floor wet and sticky including her asshole.

The depraved and obscene scene played out with Becky exhausted and still as the slick hot white cum ran in bubbly squirts and dripped onto the floor as it forced past the knot that filled her pussy.

The hot breathing of three women and music are the only sounds while the woman outside the door moves in the shadows, fascinated and disgusted at the same time by what she hears, a young teen girl and an adult woman fucking deliciously in that cubicle, the mature slut succumbing to her basest animal instincts by letting herself be raped by her own niece and sadistic mistress.

As I slowly disengaged my dripping core from the small dog cock, a rivulet of natural fluids and sweet cream trailed behind, issuing forth from my pink, hairless petals. With a final, triumphant smirk, I removed the gag from Becky’s swollen lips, allowing her to finally draw in a deep, shuddering breath. A long string of saliva and foam snaked from her mouth, mingling with the tears of ecstasy and pain that streaked down her flushed cheeks, her makeup now running down her skin.

I watched with sadistic glee as Becky’s eyes widened at the taste of me on the dildo’s surface.

“Clean my pussy with your tongue,” I commanded, “and then suck the dildo until every last drop of our combined flavors is gone. Taste the difference your hole makes when it’s stuffed full of thick dog cock.” As Becky obeyed, her swollen lips pursed around the slick red toy.

As I gazed down at Becky’s flushed, exhausted face, I grabbed her chin firmly between my fingers, forcing her to meet my intense dominant stare. Her breath came in ragged, agitated gasps as she tried to process the unexpected reprieve, her wrists and arms still bearing the unmistakable signs of our torrid encounter. With a cruel flourish, I severed the ropes that had bound her, allowing them to fall limply to the floor. Becky’s hands rose tentatively to touch the raw, burning welts that marked her skin, wincing at the fresh onslaught of pain.

But despite her soreness, she held remarkably still, refusing to protest aloud lest it incur my wrath. I was acutely aware of the woman standing guard just beyond the door, her presence a constant reminder of the precarious nature of our forbidden tryst and her weak desires as well.

With a wicked gleam in my eye, I brought Becky to her knees before me, commanding her to spread her thighs wide in a shamelessly wanton display. The weighted clamps I removed from her battered nipples sent fresh waves of agony coursing through her, the stinging burn of hot sauce only adding to her misery as I applied it directly to the hypersensitive nubs. The butt plug’s vibrating hum reverberated through her sensitive passage, making her shudder and whimper.

My wicked mind keeps running free, I locked a cruel chain clamp onto Becky’s throbbing clit, the cold metal a stark contrast to the feverish heat of her most intimate flesh. With a sadistic tug, I pulled the clamp taut, forcing her to keen in pain as the chain stretched her delicate bud to its limits. Her soaked pussy glistened with evidence of her arousal, and I didn’t hesitate to plunge the tip of a thick double dog dildo into her eager depths, the ridged texture and substantial girth a perfect complement to the cruel clamp on her clit. Not to be outdone, I reached down to the other end of the toy into my own tight, wet passage, groaning at the deliciously wicked sensation. With both ends of the phallic toy buried deep within our entwined bodies, I began to rock my hips in a sensual rhythm, the lewd squelch of lube and the moans of pleasure that filled the air a testament to the depraved intensity of our coupling.

A small vibrator, its pulsing vibrations a perfect accompaniment to the dual penetration, added an extra layer of sensation to my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core.

My hip movements were deliberate and deep, each thrust expertly timed to plunge the thick toy even further into Becky’s willing flesh,.the obscene wet sounds of our moans and pussies filling the bathroom, even more knowing they were a sick woman out there hearing everything. I reveled in the lewd symphony, my own pleasure growing with each passing second. With a wicked glint in my eye, I activate the vibrator on maximum frequency over her clit still clamped, biting her hood. The intense pulsations now directly target Becky’s tortured clit. The chain clamp, now folded neatly over the hood of her throbbing bud, only amplified the sensations, her eyes rolling back in her head as the waves of pleasure washed over us, I held her gaze, our moans And cries of ecstasy mingling in the intimate space between us.

With flourish, I removed the clamp, tossing it catessly aside. I straddled Becky’s lap, grabbing her hair tight, scratching her neck to keep balance, the double dildo still buried to the hilt in both our aching pussies , the doggy toys cock ridges providing delicious stimulation as out clits rubbed together in a frenzy of animalistic pleasure. I grab the vibrator again while riding the toy as when I used to ride my pillows when I was little, my pets hands grasped at my hips and ass, while her tongue danced across my sensitive perky nipples, biting and suckling them with wild pleasure, moaning.

I keep moaning and bouncing.y little tits in her face, feeling the heat in our bodies, the sweat on her face and nose, riding good, moving my hips in circles, as she spread my ass cheeks apart, up and down, back and forth fucking my aunt’s hairy pussy with my little pink puffy pussy, she can feel my puffy pussy lips kissing hers over and over again, my head back enjoying, her ass vibrating near an orgasm, I could feel her , I could sense her breathing.

“Look at me mommy! Look at me while I fuck you hard and deep, filling you up so good with my doggy cock, and at the same time raping my own flesh, I feel I’m bleeding but I don’t care, look into your little goddess eyes mghmmm– god , my fuck toy bitch mommy pedo milf slut, auntie Becky slut, ahhh MMM”

I bite my lower belly while holding into her back, digging my long nails on her back creating beautiful red marks all over her, I put my hands around her still wearing her collar, I could see a pulsing vein on her forehead as she look up at me moaning, gasping, breathing like an animal.

“Look at me and tell me how much you love it, how much you love to be fucked hard and deep for your daughter and mistress…tell me mommy bitch, tell while we cum together. Can you hear your baby girl’s pussy so wet and sore, raping you with my pussy just like that!!! Ahh fuck me”

My little body kept moving up and down, penetrating her hole full and faster, she couldn’t take it anymore while I slapped her face hard a couple of times, making her jump.

No longer able to care what the woman was hearing her only duty was to keep her Mistress fucking her and to do that Becky cried out softly but clearly as she heaved and panted.

“Yes, oh fuck , yes, I hear it, I hear the hot wet sounds….oh god I love you, I love this,, this this.. Mmmm fuuckk,,, fuucckkkk mee… tooo oh ,,, ohhh I love you babygirl oh gaahhhh…

As the aftershocks of our shattering orgasms subsided, I reached out to grasp Becky’s face in my hands, my tongue plunging deep into her mouth in a passionate, hungry kiss.

We licked and sucked each other’s tongues, breathing into each other’s mouth, the intimate act a perfect reflection of the raw, unbridled desire that had consumed us. As our lips finally parted, Becky’s fingers traced the curves of my flushed face, her eyes filled with a tender, adoring gaze, a far cry from the wide eyed submission of mere moments before.

She pressed her lips to my neck, the tender kiss a stark contrast to the brutal claiming of our earlier coupling while I stopped the vibe inside her ass.

Embracing me tightly, she seemed to pour all her love and devotion into the simple act of holding me close for a moment, not wanting to let me go. A snort from beyond the cubicle door caught my attention, a wicked thought taking root in my dirty mind; perhaps the woman outside, with same equal depraved fantasies, had been triggered by the sounds of our intense lovemaking, her own hidden desires given voice by the primal pleasure we had shared. Rising to my feet, I allowed Becky to continue her duty, her tongue swirling around my pulsing core to lap up the residual fluids and the faint sweet of blood that now marked my previously untouched flesh, since finally from the use of the toys I broke my hymen. She kisses my legs and my hands.

I help her to her feet as I hold her leash and we kiss more while I remove her collar.

I wipe her tits with paper while she removes the plug from her wet anus. Together we clean up the toys quickly as we look at each other with smiles and glances. My almost untouched makeup intimidated her as if it was the first time. I untie the ropes from around her tits, the marks are obvious, red, I take pictures of my own art print on her skin, as I trace lines with my tongue once again across her nipples, she lets out a stifled moan. I put all the toys in my bag, and the egg vibrator and anal plug in her purse.

She puts on her dress and I help her, I fix her hair, I help clean her face, lips and touch up her makeup while we laugh. The floor is a mess so we prefer to leave it there.

Taking one of the posters I made from my purse that showed AI images of Becky being mounted by a German dog, and being sodomized by me with the intent of posting some of them and having her put some up too. I handed Becky a small stack of them that I told her I would be bringing . I tape one of them to the bathroom door with my contact information from FetLife and other k9 websites to expose her. She gasped at that bold act, I have no limits.

The poster reads like a sexy lost dog poster and I take just a moment as the woman stays hidden in her stall to add a note to a second poster.

“As you heard I raped my aunt Becky as my personal bitch toy, all her holes were destroyed by my dog cocks and her tongue made me cum multiple times, if you want to see the videos and pictures of her being humiliated by her younger mistress, you can contact me 😉 xoxo”

Before we left the cubicle, Becky grabbed my arm and pulled me into her, kissing me again. We didn’t want it to end here, but I understood she had to get back to her husband who must have been distraught waiting for her at the bar. She already had an excuse to give him ,as we were delayed for a total of 20 minutes by the heat of our sick passions.

As we left the cubicle, holding hands, that curious sexy woman with a red dress was in the wash in front of the mirror, when she saw us leave she wanted to look away but I came out with my head up and good body postures secure of myself, she couldn’t help looked at me through the reflection of the mirror and I looked at her deeply for a brief but intense moment.

Expecting that she would likely go to see the bathroom cubicle where we were for pure morbidity finding the poster that I left stuck on the bathroom door I wanted to make sure she would not miss it and left the second poster I had written the note on the sink counter. Her blue eyes were curious and bright, I could tell she had an orgasm while listening to us.

My piercing gaze pierced through her and made her blush even more, as I finally winked at her. Becky was still with her head down, cheeks flushed, embarrassed, hurt, sore, still excited and nervous, as she didn’t want that woman to see her face.

Finally as I opened the front door to the bathroom two more women were coming in, and saw us holding hands. They were surprised by my goth style, the aura I emanate, our presence somehow turning their eyes, and not knowing why yet.

The woman’s eyes kept darting between us and looking at my face, a hardened, almost feral gleam that seemed to pierce right through them. Along with the unmistakable smell of hot wet pussy in the air the atmosphere in the bathroom was thick with tension, the air heavy with the unspoken possibilities that now hung between us like a dangerous challenge.

Once we left, we found a dark private corner to say good-bye. Becky and I shared one last, lingering kiss, our lips moving with a tender yet passionate fire, loving touch. The taste of my pussy on her lips and her pussy on mine, our tongues moving in loving dance that belied the brutal acts I had just committed to her body and holes.

When our mouths parted, I could sense the turmoil brewing within her, the mind raced trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and desires that now consumed her and how I possessed the key to her future.

Becky knew in her heart that she would never be able to look at her husband in the same way again after the shame and guilt of submitting to the younger girl’s depraved whims too great to bear.

Aware of Lilith’s dark mind and knowing it would not stay just there, she would see the pics and videos Lilith took posted on lesbian, Bondage, k9, and other dark websites sending silent shivers of fear over Becky making the hair on her neck stand up.

Becky’s shame would be leaving an indelible mark not only in her body, but in her soul, and mind, every time she’d look herself at the mirror or blink, she will see those feline green eyes stalking her in the shadows and she didn’t know when she would strike and that fear coursed through her veins knowing her Mistress Lilith fed on that horror at every step like a succubus.

And this was only the beginning….the first well planned feast.

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I could hear my lady Sarah on the phone as Dawn explained her offer. “Dawn one of my lady Sarah’s friends has asked if we would like to share a twin suite with her in a luxury holiday resort for ten-days.”

“I won the prize as a frequent shopper at the large store on Main Street, I also won a range of lingerie I would like to show you. The three of us could have a wonderful time together, no pressure. You know I have wanted to spend time with you and your man since the day we met.

Dawn decided to arrive at the resort on a Thursday so we would have two full weekends there. “The stretch limo was part of the prize,” she told us during the one-hour, comfortable trip to the luxury seaside holiday resort, as she sat between Sarah and I, her hands on our knees, already sexual tension between the three of us.

We arrived late morning, in time to unpack and check out the twin suite, both with huge beds, large enough for three or four people, as were the shower alcoves with twin heads, and a huge balcony twelve floors up, overlooking the ocean and other nearby high rise blocks, before we enjoyed a wonderful sea food lunch.

“So pleased we are all comfortable with each other,” Dawn told us over lunch as the people at the table next to us watched her sucking Sarah’s middle finger without any embarrassment from either of them as Sarah’s smile encouraged her. It was then we decided to make a diary of our ten-days together, with each of us writing about something they particularly enjoyed.

“You realise I am bi, gender fluid, just as both of you are. After lunch I want to shower before I show you the range of lingerie I won. You and I are the same size Sarah, would you like to try some on with me? And I think there are some male lingerie items Roger might like to try.”

The sexual tension between the three of us had been building since Dawn picked us up in the limo. “Are you going to watch me shower? Or would you like to join me, both of you,?,” Dawn asked as we watched her make a show of undressing for us, alternating her gaze as she let her short, white dress fall to her ankles, step out of it, still with her heels on.

Dawn turned her back on us, playing the vamp to perfection, flaunting her big ass for me and Sarah, before we watched her drop her black thong to her ankles, step out of it, still with her heels on. Sarah and I both have a thing, a fetish even about pubic hair. “Wow,” we both exclaimed as we admired the way she had trimmed her pubes.

She was around our age, early-mid forties, shoulder length blond hair, sixty-eight inches tall,, a well kept size-12 plus body, flawless skin, wonderful thighs, modest tits and a big, well formed ass. My lady Sarah gave me an ass fetish the first time she flaunted her magnificent, big ass for me. I was so pleased Dawn’s ass was the same league as hers.

“Are you going to watch me shower? Or would you like to join me, both of you?,” Dawn asked again as she commenced showering while we watched.

“Would you like both of us to join you, or just one of us?,” Sarah teased as she slowly undressed me, playing the moment, adding to the sexual tension before she undressed, staring directly at Dawn.

The moment Sarah stepped into the shower the sexual attraction between her and Dawn was electric, as they used shower lotion on each other’s bodies, tongue kissing at the same time, sharing a shower head, while I used the other one. Then without a word being said Sarah moved to my shower head while she watched me shower with Dawn, using shower lotion on each other’s bodies, and tongue kissing at the same time.

“The lingerie can wait until later,” Dawn whispered, “I want you now Sarah. I have wanted to do this to you since the moment I set eyes on you, tongue fuck you, cunnilingus. An added bonus with your man watching with a huge hard on,” Dawn whispered as Sarah stood, her back against a wall, legs spread, thrusting her vagina into Dawn’s tongue.

Later in the afternoon Dawn asked, “Can I show you some of the lingerie range I won. You and I are the same size Sarah, would you like to try some on as well? And I think there are some male lingerie items Roger might like to try. *********** just one item you would like me and Sarah to wear for you today Roger. Just ask if you want us to wear heels with your pick?”

“These would look much better with heels, on your naked bodies,” I told them as I handed each of them a sexy black garter belt.

“I should have known you would pick a garter belt for us, even sexier without stockings,” Sarah told me as Dawn and I watched her adjust it on her naked body.

“Does my ass look big Sarah and Roger?,” Dawn teased with a sexy smile while we watched her adjust her garter belt on her now naked body.

“Your turn to choose from the male lingerie Roger,” Dawn told me as I ogled her body, and Sarah’s, both naked apart from their heels and garter belt, their magnificent, big asses and trimmed pubes a huge turn on for me, framed by their garter belts. I had an absolute boner as the two women watched me undress to put on the skimpy, black crotch-less jock strap for them, the only item of lingerie for me to choose from.

“I have wanted to do this to you, give you a blow job, fellatio, ever since one of my girlfriends told me about you and Sarah,. An added bonus with your lady watching,” Dawn whispered as I stood, legs spread, my erection soaking up the pleasure of Dawn’s tongue and lips while Sarah was standing alongside tongue kissing me. The sexual pleasure even more intense and erotic when she deep throated most of my erection.

After the first day any inhibitions we may have had, were long gone when we agreed to have sex at least three times a day, late morning, mid-afternoon, and at night. We soon sorted out lots of variations, the two women alternating together while I watched, one of the women with me, always with the third person watching and / or participating. Then ultimately the two women sharing me.

Each morning we made a point of sunbathing in the pool area, all three of us determined to have an almost all over sun tan before we left. All of us face down, wearing skimpy thongs, with the strap in our ass cheeks, all of us exhibitionists, enjoying the voyeuristic looks and comments from men and women close by.

Then laying on our backs topless, resting on our elbows, our sex barely covered by our thongs. At around eleven we would make our way back to our suite holding hands, me in the middle, drawing envious looks from other guests.

We would shower together, hands all over each other’s bodies before having sex, always a three-way. The first time Sarah watched Dawn give me fellatio, an expert blow job, while she was tongue kissing me was a magic moment. A favourite fetish for Sarah and I, tongue kissing each other passionately while another person, male or female is giving us sexual pleasure.

For every day of our ten-day stay Dawn and Sarah had sex together, their mutual sexual attraction and chemistry obvious to everyone we came across, Watching my lady Sarah tongue fucking Dawn was magical as they whispered sexy words to each other, my erection at forty-five degrees while wearing a cock ring for Dawn’s visual pleasure. When aroused both women, would inevitably chant, “So good, so fucking good, fuck my cunt. fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

“I want to watch your man fuck you tonight Sarah,” Dawn told us in the lead up to the fourth night. “If he fucks you from behind with your big ass in his hands I can lick you and kiss you while I watch. And we can talk.”

“What shall talk about Sarah,” Dawn smirked as she watched me grasp her ass cheeks and slide my erection into her, while she was licking and kissing her nipples. “Perhaps our mutual sexual pleasure? Both of us fucking your man? Or your man fucking me while you lick me? Fuck her harder for me Roger, I love to watch.”

One day the three of us were hoping the first time we had sex on our huge balcony, twelve floors up, overlooking the ocean and other nearby high rise blocks, would be an exhibitionists and voyeurs delight for us. That morning while the sun was on the balcony we all stood and smeared each others naked bodies with tanning lotion, enjoying being exhibitionists and hoping we were turning on some voyeurs we couldn’t see in other nearby high rise blocks.

The two women insisted on wearing heels, an extra touch of exhibitionism for me and any voyeurs. Sarah and I smeared Dawn’s back, legs and ass with lotion as she leant against the railing for support, before she stood, legs spread, with her back to the window while we smeared her legs, thighs and torso, leaving her cunt lips until last.

Then Sarah’s turn as Dawn and I smeared her body with lotion. Then my turn for the two women to smear my body with lotion. I was leaning on the railing as they smeared my back and ass when I saw the reflection of binocular lens in a nearby building. Then other people, voyeurs, in windows looking at our naked bodies.

The two women were pleased we had voyeurs admiring their naked bodies, just as I was while I stood with my back to the window as the two women smeared lotion over my legs, thighs, torso, then finally my erection.

“Let’s tease the voyeurs some more, let’s fuck for them” Dawn told us. We agreed with the sun on the balcony it was too hot for sex and decided to postpone until the afternoon. It was so exciting, sex on the balcony with strangers we couldn’t see watching.

Dawn wants to take up the story now. “I want you to watch your man fuck me tonight Sarah,” I told her and Roger in the lead up to another night. “If he fucks me from behind with my big ass in his hands you can lick me and kiss me while I watch. And we can talk.”

Deja vu, “What shall we talk about Dawn?,” Sarah teased as her man had my big ass in his hands as he fed his erection into me. “Work, money or sex?”

“Sex Sarah, I can’t get enough of it with you and your man. His erection feels like an iron bar in me, fucking me. So good. Do you like watching your man fucking me?”

“Yes, I love watching my man fucking you,” she told me as she licked and sucked my nipples. Your nipples are like bullets for me.”

Since early in our stay Sarah and I would talk to each other while we watched each other pee. It was even more exciting and kinky for two female exhibitionists when her man watched, teasing his cock for us while he watched.

My turn to take up the story again. On the eighth day we were sun tanning by the pool, all of us by now with an almost all over sun tan, apart from our crotch area, when a toned, tanned man, early-thirties approached, Darius an old friend of Dawn’s I learnt. “Hello Dawn, just like you told me your friends are very attractive, the man is incredibly attractive. Can I have him, give him fellatio, blow him while you two women watch?”

Nothing quite like a direct approach I mused, as he had my full attention, while I admired his almost naked, tanned, toned body in skimpy black swimmers. It suddenly became apparent why Sarah and Dawn had been a little edgy that morning. They had set this up for their sexual entertainment without telling me. And my sexual pleasure? Wow, at that moment the thought of a blow job, fellatio, from a stranger with two women watching was very appealing. And how could I possibly disappoint Dawn and my lady?

“Eleven-thirty, our suite,” Dawn told him after she looked at Sarah for her tacit approval. Just a lustful smile and a nod of her head was sufficient approval. On the short walk to our suite Dawn told us Darius had a shocking accident a few years ago, he lost his manhood. He is the equivalent of a modern day eunuch, a male deprived of the testes or external genitals. Though undeterred he has fine tuned his fellatio and cunnilingus skills. As you saw, he has a good body but he insists on wearing a sexy thong to cover his accident. He always was an exhibitionist, now he gets a real buzz giving fellatio and cunnilingus to couples while their partner watches, often with extra people watching, like today while I watch.

Sarah wants to take up the story now. Wonderful sexual tension when Roger walked naked into the shower. “You can say no if you will not be comfortable with Darius?,” Dawn teased with a smirk as Darius and me watched my man showering for him, teasing his cock with a fingertip as it grew. Roger was staring at Darius, he was wearing his sexy thong to cover his accident, his ass spilling out of it, while he watched lustfully, licking his lips.

Dawn and Roger had not taken much notice of me drinking a lot of water that morning. I had everyone’s full attention when I walked into the shower fully dressed, including heels, carrying a plastic stool. Before I sat on it I raised my short skirt and slid my thong to the floor, making eye contact with Darius.

“Dawn and me want you have an absolute boner for Darius,” I told Roger as my skirt fell to the floor. “An absolute boner,” I smiled as I slid my middle fingers along the sides of my cunt lips and commenced peeing, squirting at my man’s almost erect cock from two or three feet away, trying to avoid the shower spray.

“That really is an absolute boner, is it just for me,” Darius whispered hoarsely as he watched Dawn drying Roger off.

“I found this in my lingerie gift case, I want you to wear it for Darius, Sarah and me,” Dawn told Roger as she helped him on with a skimpy black male g-string with a hole just big enough for his erection and balls, then fastened the clip at the side. “And this is a bonus,” she whispered as she fastened a cock ring around and under his balls. Now that really is an absolute boner, nine-inches and thick, just for you Darius.”

“This time instead of extra pleasure from Sarah while a man gives you a blow job, I want to give you extra pleasure,” Dawn told Roger as he stood with his back to a wall. I was sitting opposite watching, naked, a strange smile on my face, legs spread with a finger teasing my clit, ogling the naked men.

Dawn stood behind Roger, her hands on his hips, grinding her pubes into his ass in a fucking motion while Darius was teasing his rock hard erection with his fingers, lips and tongue.

“You can say no if you are not comfortable with this,” Dawn teased, knowing right at that moment there was no turning back for Roger, his face telling us he absolutely wanted this blow job while Dawn and I watched.

“Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking,” Dawn was whispering almost in sync with Roger as he muttered, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” grinding her pubes into his ass in a fucking motion.

I always enjoy comparing another persons, be it male or female, fellatio techniques. Incredibly exciting sexually for me when comparing their technique when it is my man they are blowing. Dawn was correct, Darius has fine tuned his fellatio technique. So subtle, teasing, edging, fingertips, lips, tongue as he edged my man.

“I am going to start off slowly, I want to maximise my pleasure and time with your thick, nine-inch erection. I am going to give you sensual kisses on the inside of your thighs, slowly working my way closer and closer to your huge cock. Teasing with a blow job builds up wonderful tension and I hope you will enjoy it a lot more,” he told Roger as he slid one hand up and down his shaft, teasing the head with his lips while letting the other hand wander over his erection and torso.

“I am getting serious now,” he whispered as he grabbed around Roger’s ass to help pull him closer to him before he cupped his balls, serious stimulation now. He was using all his mouth, from gentle flicks across the tip of his erection with his tongue, to pushing his erection against the walls of his cheeks.

“Mmm, so good, you are so big, I love it, I have always fantasised about giving head to a man your size,” Daris managed to mutter as Roger felt the soft vibration from his voice on his shaft, adding to the experience. “Do you like watching Dawn and Sarah? Do you like Dawn and Sarah watching?”

I loved watching him licking and sucking my man’s erection, a combination of both. Running his hands over his chest and torso, feeling his thighs, touching them in sensitive spots, ignoring his erection momentarily as my man fought to hold back his orgasm, a wonderful sensation for him as he edged him.

“I love looking at us in the mirror, an extra visual turn on for me, giving head near a mirror and looking down at your erection between my lips. Be patient, and embrace all the pleasurable experiences I’m giving you, without any expectations,” Darius told Roger as he gave his erection tongue strokes around his foreskin, always pleasurable for him during fellatio.

“The small, though exquisite pleasure I am going to create by sucking the tip of your erection will result in the most satisfying and engaging sexual experience for both of us,” Darius told Roger as he teased his balls with his fingertips.

“Am I a good?” Darius teased as he ran his thumb tip and a fingertip along the full length of my man’s erection as he licked and sucked just the tip of it.

“Fuck yes, yes, you are so good, so fucking good. I love it, my cock loves it. Gunna cum, gunna cum, so good, you are so fucking good,” Roger was moaning in a breathless whisper as his whole body tensed.

“Do you want me to swallow?,” Darius asked as he softly teased my man’s nipples with his fingertips, he was right on the edge, unable to hold back much longer.

“Yes, yes, yes, gunna cum, so good, so fucking good,” he moaned as Darius swallowed.

“How would describe that experience in one or two words Roger?, Dawn asked afterwards.

“Magnificent, fucking magnificent.”

“You are an incredibly talented and sexy woman Sarah,” Dawn told me over lunch. You know what I want this afternoon, don’t you? A golden shower. Is there anything I can do for you, organise for you?”

“Fine by me, so pleased you would like a golden shower. To answer your question, is there anything you can do for me, organise for me?

“Yes, I want Darius to tongue fuck me tonight, some expert cunnilingus,” while you and my man watch.”

It was a little after two when Dawn told me, “Darius was hoping he would get the opportunity to tongue fuck you Sarah, some expert cunnilingus, while me and your man watch. He confirmed eight tonight. Now let’s give my golden shower top priority. Relax and drink lots of water for me Sarah.”

Roger’s turn to take up the story again. The four of us were sitting around a small table while Sarah was drinking copious amounts of water, giving Dawn flirtatious smiles, when the conversation inevitably turned to sex. “If Sarah wasn’t going to give me a golden shower soon, what else could we have done for our sexual appetites, for our sexual fetishes this afternoon? You first Roger,” Dawn teased.

“Watching Sarah and you talking to each other while you watched each other peeing was so exciting and kinky for me. Two female exhibitionists enjoying me watching. Wow.

“Each time I watched, I fantasised about a golden shower. Two golden showers, one from each of you. Dawn first, then Sarah, while each of you watched the other. I had such a boner afterwards.

“And you Sarah?”

“The first time I watched you give Roger a blow job. He was rock hard, laying on his back. For both of us nothing quite compares to tongue kissing each other while a third person is giving us fellatio or cunnilingus. You excelled yourself Dawn.”

“Now my turn. The first time I watched Roger worship your big ass Sarah, it was in the morning. You made an entrance wearing heels and one of his shirts, just one button fastened. You turned around, spread your legs and lifted the shirt to flaunt your big ass spilling out of a tiny black thong. The way he kissed and licked your ass made so envious. I told you both what a turn on that was for me and how envious I was.

“Then that afternoon I made an entrance wearing heels, a bra and a short skirt. I turned around spread my legs and lifted the skirt to flaunt my big ass spilling out of a tiny black thong. I could hear Roger whisper, ‘oh wow, fuck’. I hoped you weren’t too envious Sarah. No man had ever worshiped my big ass, licked and kissed as well as Roger.”

By three that afternoon there were two large, empty water bottles on the table. “Are you sure you want this Dawn, your golden shower? Yes? I can’t believe a sexually sophisticated woman like you has never had one before now. So exciting for me to be the first. Roger wants to watch, do you mind?,” Sarah teased, building the tension as I helped undress them both.

“No, I want him to watch. Kiss me, both of you, make me excited.” The three of us were naked when we entered the shower alcove. Dawn was sitting on the same stool Darius had used earlier, her hands behind her head, a look of huge anticipation on her face. “Turn on a sink tap Roger while I concentrate,” Sarah whispered. “Count to three for me Dawn, slowly while I concentrate some more.”

“One, two, concentrate Sarah, concentrate for me, three, now, now, now. Oh fuck, so kinky, so fucking kinky. I love it.”

Five minutes later the two women were standing in the the shower together, arms wrapped around each other, kissing with the tips of their tongues. “Count to three for me Dawn, slowly while I concentrate some more,” Sarah told her as they kissed with the tips of their tongues

“One, two, concentrate Sarah, concentrate for me, three, now, now, now. Oh fuck, so kinky, so fucking kinky.”

Sarah’s turn to take up the story again. “Are you looking forward to Darius tongue fucking you tonight, some expert cunnilingus Sarah?,” Dawn asked as she helped me prepare for Darius. I was naked apart from my heels as my man watched her offer me some new lingerie from her lingerie gift case. My favourite for a new lover, male or female, is invariably stockings and garter belt. I passed on those when I saw some crotchless and backless black, panty hose.

Dawn and Roger changed my mind for me when they both told me stockings and garter belt. Dawn helped me try them on before I noticed a short black dress in her lingerie gift case. “That is short Sarah, but it is so you, it highlights your best features, it barely covers your ass and your thighs look magnificent in it, let’s go with that look. And this crotchless, black g-string.”

In the last week my man has tongue fucked me, beautifully, while Dawn watched and participated, Dawn has also tongue fucked me, exquisitely while my man participated. Am I being greedy I wondered, as I anticipated the excitement of the third person in a week tongue fucking me? No, I love being licked and teased and I can’t possibly resist while Dawn and my man watch.

“Tell me what you are going to do to me while Dawn and my man watch Darius?,” I teased after I made my entrance, as I sat with my legs crossed. Always a turn on for me, asking a new sexual partner, to tell me what they are going to do to me.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you Sarah?,” he teased as I crossed and recrossed my tanned legs for him, enjoying being the centre of attention for three people.

“Exquisite cunnilingus, a tongue fuck to remember, I love having my cunt licked and teased. I want you to lick and tease me to orgasm, I am multi orgasmic. And I love my big ass being worshipped, licked and kissed. And I want you to turn on Dawn and Roger while they watch, two voyeurs for us.”

I was concentrating on my breathing, I learnt long ago to concentrate on my breathing when receiving cunnilingus. If I am rigid and tense, I won’t be able to relax, and maximise my sexual pleasure, nor my partners. I always loosen my muscles and focus on breathing, visualizing my lover’s every breath traveling down my body though my pelvic region and to my clitoris. I want my tongue fuck, my cunnilingus to be an exquisite experience, always.

My exhibitionist streak was in overdrive as I stood, legs spread and slowly lifted my short dress as Darius was staring at my pubes in my crotchless, black g-string . “I want to be licked and teased, exquisite cunnilingus, I want you to lick and tease my cunt to orgasm while my two lovers watch.”

“And so I will, let’s start with your big ass, it is just magnificent spilling out of your g-string,” he told me in a hoarse whisper after I turned and lifted my dress to show him my ass. His tongue was incredibly erotic as he danced it across and around my ass cheeks, his only contact with me. I have had men and women’s tongues worship my ass, lick and kiss it, Darius was a revalation.

I was breathing heavily, muttering, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’, soaking up the pleasure, just the tip of his tongue on my ass was exquisite, then his flat tongue before he used all of his wet tongue on my ass cheeks. Other than his tongue and lips his first contact with me was his soft fingers releasing my g-string, then my dress.

I was standing naked, hands on hips, legs spread, one heel on a low stool, wide open for Darius anticipating an exquisite tongue fuck. He didn’t disappoint me.

I was pleased Dawn and Roger were both naked, sitting alongside each other as Darius went to work on me. I call it work because he was so eager and enthusiastic – and so good.

“i hope this will be as pleasurable and exciting for you as it is for me,” he whispered as he kissed and teased the surrounding areas before going anywhere near my clit. A little stroke, a grope, and a few kisses around my navel went a long way in maintaining a feeling of connectedness, and raising my libido.

I love a tongue on my hood, the little piece of flesh that protects my clit and allows my lover to distribute stimulation more evenly than direct contact, it also helps build my arousal. I love his tongue on my extra-sensitive clit. Pinching the hood and lips with his finger and thumb to create a barrier between my clit and his tongue, then lapping it up with long, slow strokes and swirls. So good, so fucking good, I love being licked and teased.

Variety, then rhythm, he was teasing my cunt with different strokes, speeds, and pressure, discovering what will bring me off without straining his tongue. Once we found a rhythm for my climax, my first orgasm, he kept it steady and consistent. “Don’t change anything, don’t you dare until after I orgasm for the first time, then you can do something different,” I told him.

Something else I learnt long ago, communicating during sex can be a huge, turn on. My partner, male of female can’t know what feels good for me unless I let them know, Never shy, I use noises or movements to express myself. When really aroused as I was with Darius, while Dawn and my man watched, I moaned uncontrollably, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fucjamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

I was guiding Darius’ head into my cunt lips. Holding it in place and pressing myself against him, giving him guidance, feeling so sexy. I was so close to a huge orgasm when I whispered, “I want to squirt for you, make me squirt,” before he slid his middle finger into me, then a second finger, expertly finding my g-spot, Edging me, teasing me with his tongue and fingers, my breathing out of control as I looked up and saw Dawn giving my man a hand job while she watched me.

I was sure Darius felt my vibe as I watched Dawn milking my man, I am still unsure what he did to edge me just that little extra as I moaned, so loudly, as I orgasmed and squirted.

Cunnilingus has to be in the upper echelon of sex acts for me, being eaten out by a man or a woman, is such an intimate act, one of the most intimate things you can do. I love receiving cunnilingus because it simply feels awesome. That day with Dawn and my man watching Darius giving me cunnilingus it was awesome – and magical.

Dawn’s turn to finish the story. The next day was our last full day. The night before after Darius left, I told Sarah, “I want you to wear that dress for me tomorrow, I want you to tease me like you teased Darius.

“That dress is short Sarah, but it is so you, it highlights your best features, it barely covers your ass and your thighs look magnificent in it, let’s go with that look. And this crotchless, black g-string. Now tease me like you teased Darius.”

“Tell me what you are going to do to sexually pleasure me Dawn while my man watches?,” Sarah teased after she made her entrance, sitting with her legs legs crossed.

“Tell me how you want me to sexually pleasure you Sarah?,” she teased, enjoying being the centre of attention for two people.

“Exquisite cunnilingus, a tongue fuck to remember, by now you know I love having my cunt licked and teased by women and men, my super erogenous zone, . I want you to lick and tease me to orgasm, you know I am multi orgasmic. And I love my big ass being worshipped, licked and kissed. And I want you to turn on Roger while he watches, a voyeur for two exhibitionists.”

Sarah was concentrating on her breathing, when she whispered, “I want my tongue fuck, my cunnilingus to be an exquisite experience,“ as she stood, legs spread and slowly lifted her short dress, so I could stare at her pubes in her crotchless, black g-string. “I want to be licked and teased, exquisite cunnilingus, I want you to lick and tease my cunt to orgasm while my other lover watches.”

“Can I start with your big ass Sarah, it is just magnificent spilling out of your g-string,” I told her in a carnal whisper as I lifted her dress to allow her to flaunt her ass for me. My tongue on her ass cheeks was the only contact I had with Sarah as I danced it across and around her ass cheeks.

She was breathing heavily, muttering, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’, soaking up the pleasure, of my tongue swirling over her big ass, before I released her g-string, then her dress. Sarah was standing naked, hands on hips, legs spread, one heel on a low stool, wide open for me anticipating my tongue fuck. After more than a week of sex with this woman, I still can’t get enough of her, she was a pornographers delight.

“I want you to squirt for me Sarah,”I whispered after she had a series of noisy orgasms, while I was edging and teasing her with my tongue and fingers. She was breathing heavily, her body trembling as she moaned, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt.”

“Did you enjoy watching me tongue fucking your lady and making her squirt?Is there anything I can do for you on our last afternoon here?, I asked Roger that afternoon.

“You know by now I love watching you tongue fucking my lady, though that was the first time I hadn’t joined in,” he told me. “And they way she squirted for you was awesome. And as you asked, is there anything I can do for you? Yes, suck my cock while Sarah joins in.”

That night, our last, at my suggestion, though there was no hesitation from Sarah and Roger, we agreed on a three-way. We tossed a coin to see who Roger would fuck first. Sarah won the toss, though she graciously agreed to let Roger fuck me first. He had me on my back while Sarah sat on my face, her ass cheeks in my hands as I licked her while Roger fucked me.

An hour later Sarah’s turn to fuck her man on his back, Sarah sitting on his erection while I sat on his face, my ass cheeks in his hands as he licked me while me and Sarah were passionately tongue kissing each other.

The next day on our way home in the stretch limo we agree to stay in touch. “I have some friends, male and female I would like to share with you both.”

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the first chapter in this collaboration

4 Curious College Girls
By John Morrison
Creator of “The Adventures of John and Holly”

Chapter 1: Wild Tongues
October, Freshman Year

“Did you see Cynthia today?” Alex asked Taylor, as they sat watching TV in the middle of the night.
“Yeah why,” Taylor said, laughing at the TV. She sat on an arm chair, wearing a white T-shirt, and blue jeans.
“She acted strange when I saw her earlier,” Alex said, sitting in her nightgown. “I just wondered if there was something going on,” Alex said.
“I’m sure she was fine. You know Cynthia, she is always worried about something,” Taylor smiled, looking over to Alex.
“I don’t know…and I thought I saw Julie go into the bathroom when Cynthia was in there…” Alex said.
“You think they’re lesbians?” Taylor asked, laughing.
“I think I’m going to bed, it’s pretty late,” Alex said, slowly standing up.
“I’ll go soon, I wanna finish this movie.” She smiled, looking at Alex, then back to the TV.
Alex quickly walked into her room, quietly shutting the door. She opened her drawer, picking up several layers of items, and grabbed a vibrator from the back of the drawer. She hopped up to the top bunk, quickly getting under her covers. In the dark, Alex settled into bed, her long hair laid out on her pillows, her short skinny frame taking up very little of the bed. She closed her eyes, pushing the small vibrator under the covers and under her nightgown. The mechanical buzzing seemed dangerously loud, worrying Alex, not wanting to get caught pink handed. She pictured her favorite dream guy, going through positions and different acts quickly, the small toy pressing against her clit. Her other hand was massaging her lips below the toy, trying to cum as quickly as possible. She was moaning softly and rhythmically, her back arching steadily.
Taylor yawed on the couch, very tired from a tough day in the gym. She stood up, and turned the TV off. She headed to her bedroom door, eyes half shut. When she reached the door, she thought she heard a buzzing sound. Not wanting to wake Alex up, she opened the door slowly and quietly.
Alex heard the door open. She turned the vibrator off, and played dead, hoping she hadn’t been caught.
“Alex, are you awake?” Taylor asked, looking at the top bunk in the dark room.
“Yeah,” Alex replied softly, her hands and toy still in her crotch, not wanting to move an inch. Then Taylor turned the lights on.
Taylor saw Alex in a weird position. Taylor smirked, knowing what was going on, “What are you doing? What was that buzzing?”
“What buzzing?” Alex said, trying to play it off. Taylor looked at her, still smirking. “Fine! I was masturbating,” Alex said bluntly.
Taylor giggled, looking at her. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s ok. I hear you almost every night anyways.” Taylor smiled, walking closer to her.
“You knew all this time?” Alex asked, sitting up now.
“Yeah,” Taylor said, making it sound obvious.
“Then why did you make me sneak around all this time?” Alex asked.
“Well, would me saying ‘I heard you masturbate last night’ sound like a normal thing to say?” she laughed a bit.
“Since when are you normal?” Alex quipped.
“Hey, don’t get pissy at me cause I caught you,” Taylor said, looking in her eyes.
“I’m not being pissy, I just mean that I kept doing it quietly, and you knew the whole time,” Alex said, now gesturing with her hands, which brought her little toy into plain sight.
“Well, I guess I just…hey! Is that my vibrator!?” Taylor asked, furiously, walking forward and grabbing the toy from Alex’s hand.
“No,” Alex said, the wet toy now in Taylor’s possession.
Taylor blushed now, realizing the difference now. “Oh, sorry!”
“If you lick that, I swear to god,” Alex said, knowing the bi-curious tendencies of Taylor.
Taylor grinned, “Oh, and what if I do?” she looked at Alex, raising the vibrator to her lips.
“I don’t lick your vibrator,” Alex said in a disgusted voice.
Taylor laughed, “But this one is coated in something sweet,” She looked back at her.
Alex jumped out of bed, going to take her slippery vibrator back. “Give me that,” Alex said, holding her hand out.
Taylor giggled, as she saw Alex run at her. Her long dark brown hair flew behind her, as her beautiful brown eyes were filled with anger. Her nice B cup breasts bounced slightly as she ran to her, and her nightgown was wet down there. Taylor smiled, and backed up, licking the vibrator’s shaft.
Alex kept moving toward Taylor until she was backed up against the dresser, still smirking. She tried to grab the vibrator but couldn’t get a hold of the slippery plastic, and Taylor moved aside and around the attacking Alex. Alex walked towards Taylor again, Taylor backed up all the way back to her bed.
Taylor giggled, as she tripped, and fell on her bed, still licking the vibrator. “Mmmm, it tastes SOOO good Alex.” She watched her come at her, as she knew now she was trapped on her bed.
Alex was ready to pounce, and jump onto Taylor’s bed, but Taylor did something unexpected. Taylor held the vibrator in her mouth with her teeth, her hands going down to pull up her shirt. Taylor tossed her shirt at Alex, laughing as she did it. Taylor is around 5 foot 7, with large C cup breasts, that were constrained by her white bra. She had blonde hair that was just less than shoulder length, and these piercing blue eyes that showed she was quite happy with herself at the moment.
The shirt flew into Alex’s face.
“You can’t just attack me, it would be too lesbian for you,” Taylor smirked.
Alex stood there, her face covered with a light sweat. It radiated a soft red. “You little bitch…just give it back.” She frowned at her.
“Make me,” Taylor said, pushing the vibrator just inside the top of her jeans, slowly descending toward her special area, provoking Alex.
Alex lunged at Taylor, pushing her down on her bed. Taylor laughed as Alex angrily grabbed for the vibrator, ending up with her hand in Taylor’s crotch.
Taylor smiled at her. “Hmm, what do you think you are doing?” she giggled, pulling the vibrator out, licking the head.
Alex noticed that the quick wrestling match had popped Taylor’s breasts out of her bra. Alex started laughing out loud, laying back on the bed giggling.
Taylor did too, her bra laying under her breasts, unclasped. She smiled, and threw it to the side. Taylor watched her laughing. She looked under her night gown, and noticed that she had no panties on, revealing her hairy pussy. This got her a little wet.
“I’m not the only one flapping in the breeze,” Taylor said laughing as hard as Alex. Alex heard the comment, and quickly understood that she was exposing herself to Taylor. Alex laughed even harder, rolling onto her side on the bed, laughing uncontrollably.
Taylor’s face was bright red from all this laughing. She dropped the vibrator to the side, and closed her eyes, holding her stomach, laughing so hard. “Oh god girl, I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time.” She smiled, laughing still.
Alex was laying on her side, laughing and looking into Taylor’s eyes. The laughing slowly went away, leaving silence and two exposed girls.
Taylor was just left with a big smile. Soon, that went away also. “Hey, Alex…what were you thinking of, when you were masturbating?” Taylor asked, looking into her eyes still.
“This guy in my Psych class,” Alex said quietly.
She smiled, “What does he look like?”
“I don’t know, he’s not spectacular or anything…what do you think about?” Alex asked.
She smiled, “Eh, nothing really, I kinda just do it.” She lied, not wanting to say.
“Oh come on, there has to be something,” Alex persisted.
Taylor blushed wildly, as she looked away from her. “You….” She mumbled, very softly.
“Really?” Alex asked, sounding interested. “I have tried thinking about girls, but it’s never as good as when I imagine a guy.”
Taylor looked back at her, confused, “You aren’t grossed out or anything?” she asked.
“Do you just think about me, or do you imagine other girls too?” Alex asked, sitting up, very interested in the topic.
“I uh…have thought about you, Cynthia, and Julie…but mostly, just you…” she blushed still.
“God, that must be frustrating. You have all that sexual energy when you are masturbating, and the object of lust is two feet away, but off limits…” Alex said, trailing off. “I thought about you once.”
Taylor’s eyes opened wide, “Really?!” she let out, happy, “tell me about it.” She said more forcefully than asking.
“Well…I was fantasizing about this guy, but it just wasn’t doing it for me, so I imagined that you walked in on us. So then, while he was still fucking me, you undressed, and came over, and you sat down on my face, and I was licking your pussy. After a while, the guy just kind of disappeared and it was just you and I in a sixty-nine,” Alex said, blushing.
Taylor smiled brightly at this, blushing a bit. Her pussy was on fire now. “Oh god Alex, that is so hot.” She smiled, looking at her exposed pussy. Her hand crept slowly to her own crotch.
Alex watched Taylor intently, seeing the arousal and desire in her. “Have you ever been with a girl?” Alex asked.
Taylor grinned, “Yes, I have. A couple actually, when I was younger. And I even kissed Julie the other day.” She smiled, looking at Alex, fire in her eyes and pants.
Alex trembled. “Do…do you want to kiss me?” She asked, knowing the answer.
Instead of answering, Taylor leaned into her face, kissing her lips lightly. Their lips opened, and they very slowly started to explore each other’s lips and tongue. The kiss ended quickly, Alex sitting back. Alex blushed, breathing faster, staring at Taylor for a minute, in a completely different way than before.
Taylor smiled at her best friend, and licked her lips slowly. “Was that your first lesbian kiss?”
Alex was smoldering, her mind on another level, her body completely awakened. The question lingered in the air for a while. Alex lunged forward, pushing Taylor back until she was on top of her. Alex immediately started kissing her passionately, her hands quickly moving all over Taylor.
Taylor smiled, kissing back with the same passion, if anything more. She rubbed her hands all over Alex’s back. She lowered them, finding her ass. She squeezed this lovingly, as she thrusted her tongue into her friend’s mouth.
Alex rubbed her hands on Taylor’s large breasts, making out with her. She felt Taylor’s hands move from her ass up to grab the bottom of her night gown and lifting it up. Alex raised her arms, letting Taylor take the night gown off.
Soon Alex’s naked body was visible to the world around her. Her body glistened in a light sweat. She continued rubbing Taylor’s breasts, pinching her nipples. Taylor sucked on her tongue lightly, as Alex unbuttoned Taylor’s pants, pulling them down to her knees.
Taylor reached around Alex’s firm ass, and pushed her index finger into Alex’s dripping pussy. She slowly pushed her finger in and out, as Alex continued to feel her up.
Taylor used her legs to push her jeans the rest of the way off. Alex soon felt a second finger penetrate her pussy lips, “Oh god Taylor, I love you so much!” Alex moaned out, breaking away from Taylor’s lips. Taylor didn’t respond, as she went back to kissing her.
Alex put one hand down into Taylor’s panties, forcing her way down. Their lip lock continued, as Alex pushed a finger against Taylor’s engorged clit, rubbing her roughly. Taylor showed the effects immediately.
Taylor’s hips humped against her finger, as she moaned out loud. Alex smiled at her, shutting her up with a kiss. After a minute of kissing, Alex slipped her panties off.
Alex removed her mouth from Taylor’s, kissing slowly down her neck, lingering on her breasts, and heading further south. Taylor could no longer reach Alex’s pussy, and she brought her two wet fingers up to her mouth, sucking Alex’s juices off of them, as she stared into Alex’s eyes.
Alex slinked further down, as she reached her trimmed pussy. Alex smiled at it, and kissed it slowly and softly. A low moan escaped Taylor’s Lips. “Oh god Alex, don’t tease me!” she said loudly. Alex grinned, and rubbed her clit with her index finger.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Alex said, grinning at Taylor. Then she looked back down at the wet slit before her. Alex’s tongue descended slowly until it reached Taylor’s lips. Alex slowly licked Taylor’s lips until she reached her clit.
Taylor grabbed her own tits, squeezing them hard. “Oh god Alex, please fuck me with your tongue!” Alex smiled, and then began to suck on her clit, nibbling it softly. Taylor’s hips humped into Alex’s face.
Alex moved down, her lips engaging Taylor’s lips, as she pressed her tongue between them and inside her. Alex felt Taylor’s hands on the back of her head, not pushing, but as if she didn’t want to let her go. Alex pushed her index finger inside of Taylor as she continued to eat her.
Taylor wrapped her legs around her head, thrusting her hips harder into her face, “Oh god Alex, yes oh god!!” she screamed out, as she reached her climax, cumming all over her face.
Alex giggled, her mouth still pressed against Taylor’s pussy, as she climaxed. She gave her pussy a quick goodbye kiss and sat upright. “That was fun!” Alex said, with a beaming smile.
Taylor was breathing very heavily, her head resting on a pillow, her eyes shut. Once she calmed down, she said, “Now it is your turn.”

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Graduation can be boring. Speeches and more speeches. When you have your bestie to spice things up, life can be very interesting.

IS IT THE BEGINNING OR THE END

Finally, it was the day of my high school graduation. My mother made it a point to get me up early even though the ceremony was not until 2 PM. Either way, we were here. I was lucky enough to get to sit next to my bestie Connie. When we were marching in, Connie jumped the line and got past several people to be able to sit next to me. I only realized that she was behind me in line was that I felt a hand rubbing on my ass while we waited to enter the floor of the arena. When I turned around ready to smack the shit out of one of my male classmates, there she was Connie, so close to me I could feel her body heat. All I could do was laugh.

We continued our march into the arena. I finally spotted my family because of the bright yellow sundress she was wearing. Mom always looked good. She had a killer body, with curvy hips and ample breasts. Her dress was low cut and as I got closer, I smiled as I realized that she was braless. Her nipples were attention and her twin sisters were standing tall. (Breast surgery will do that for a 40+ year old woman.) MOM WAS LOOKING DAMN GOOD!!! I knew that my parents were very sexually active because they were always smooching on the couch, feeling each other up and one night, I caught them butt-ass naked in the pool’s Jacuzzi. Mom was sitting on Dad’s lap and was bouncing up and down. Dad was massaging those big titties and both of them were moaning up a storm. Even though these were my parents, that shit had me horny as hell. I never moved away from the window. I guess Dad was going to be tearing that shit up tonight because I know I would if my wife looked like that.

I saw my brother sitting next to my mom and Katrina was sitting behind them. That was all of my family. We were small but proud. Connie on the other hand had a whole section of her family. Her mom was dressed very sexy as usual in a white strapless dress and her dad had on a suit that looked like it belonged more in the tropics than in stuffy Washington, DC. I laughed because they had style about them. The other 50 or so members of her entourage were jumping up and down and waving at Connie and me.

The ceremony was the usual blah, blah inspirational speeches. All through the ceremony, Connie and I was texting each other. At first it was the usual girl shit about how our classmates looked. By the middle of the ceremony, we were texting each other nude pictures of each other and being real raw in our texts. She even commented on how good my mom looked with those hips and killer tits. Her statement was, I would definitely do your mom. I want to suck on those brown tits and eat her pussy all night. Can I?” I texted her back, only if I can eat your pussy and lick on your beautiful white ass while you do my mom. We both looked up from texting and gave each other one of those, hell yeah high fives and burst out laughing. Luckily this was at the end of the Valedictorians speech. No one was the wiser because the audience had started clapping over the speech.

I was really turned on by her photos. One of them showed her with five black guys. One in her pussy, one in her ass, one in each hand and the last one was getting his dick sucked by Connie. I texted her back that she was a lucky bitch. Her response was that no, they were the lucky ones to have this bomb ass pussy, ass, hands and head. My text to her was, YOU FUCKING FREAK!!! Her last text was, don’t hate, just participate. My pussy was juicing bad and it did not help that I was rubbing my legs together like match sticks. Connie had opened up her graduation gown just wide enough to show me that she only had on panties. My eyes almost jumped out of my head. She mouthed to me that this was all mines. I came and I came hard. I had to steady myself by grabbing onto the back of the seat in front of me.

The ceremony ended none too soon. We marched out of the arena and back into a special holding area for the graduates. I told Connie that I needed to use the bathroom. All of the ones that we came too were crowded with students. We finally found one in an area that was not used for the graduation. It was a companion/family bathroom. We ducked in together. As soon as we locked the door, Connie jumped my bones. Connie had my gown open and had knelt between my legs. She was trying hard to hike up my sundress and get at my coochie. I just leaned against the wall as she finally pulled my thong to the side and used her tongue to play with my clit. There was no foreplay with this chick. She went down and dirty, quick, fast and in a hurry. Since I had come once, she was enjoying some dried up juices along with some new ones. Each time she slurped, I shivered. My kitty kat was not going to last long, and it didn’t. I hit my point of return so quick it scared me. This time I was shooting a fountain. It was so much that Connie had to move out of the way. I finally came down from that mountain peak. I heard Connie say that her last gang bang picture really set me off. I smiled at her and gave her another Hell yeah high five.

Connie took off her gown and was wearing her thong panties and a small handbag that she had across her shoulder. She pulled a small vibrator and another object out of her bag. Connie signaled for me to come closer. I carefully stepped over my river of cum juice that was on the floor and got closer to her. She told me that she was going to use the vibrator on herself and wanted me to use the butt plug on her ass. I now got a better look at the butt plug as she handed it to me. Connie went back into her hand bag and pulled out a small tube of Vaseline. She smeared some on her vibrator and told me to use the rest on her ass. She turned around at the sink and started to work the vibrator on her pussy. Connie was purring like a Kat in heat. She was working the vibrator in and out and around her pussy. I moved up on her ass and starting rubbing and slapping her ass. This was taking her to another level. I rubbed some Vaseline on the butt plug and some on her puckering ass hole. As I worked my finger into her ass hole, Connie started to move her ass back and forth. I exchanged my finger with the butt plug. To give her a rush, I went right in on her anus. I pushed the butt plug in hard and straight. Connie gave out a loud yell as I penetrated her sex. I was relentless and did not give in to her screams for me to slow down. The harder I worked it the more she gyrated that ass. Her screams turned more into passion. I grabbed one of her tittys and pinched it as hard as I could. Connie yelped and then said she could not stand it any longer and was cumming. I jammed the butt plug in one more time and left it there. I picked up smacking that ass and listened as she came so hard that she shot the butt plug out of her ass. Her pussy juices from her cum were rolling down her legs. I knelt in front of her and lapped on her pussy, trying to capture all of her juices. Connie grabbed my head and smashed it into her pussy as her 2nd cum rolled through.

I started to get up from between her legs when we heard an announcement asking all graduates and guests to leave the arena. Connie and I looked at each other and knew that it was time to go. Connie with her dirty self, reached between her legs and stuck three fingers in and out of her pussy several times. The last time they came out sticky and wet with her juices. Connie put her fingers to my lips and smeared her juices along my lips and over my face. Connie then started to lick her juices from my face with a slow sensual pace. She was driving me crazy. When she got to my lips, she sucked on th top and then on the bottom one. Lastly, she stuck her tongue down my throat and rotated it at a wild pace that was hard for me to keep up to. As usual I was hooked on the “C”.

We got ourselves together, but did the damndest thing before we left the bathroom. We exchanged panties. I put on hers and she put on mines. Surprisingly both fit us well. We walked towards the exit as if nothing had occurred. As we exited, our families were waiting on us. My mother hugged me so tight that I could feel those bullet nipples through my gown. Damn, I was wishing that this was not my mom. I got a hug from my Dad and my brother. As my sister Katrina embraced me, I could hear her sniffling with her nose. She whispered in my ear that I smelled like sweet pussy juices. I smiled as we let go of each other and then looked over at Connie. My sister saw the look I gave Connie and instantly knew that we had sex. She grabbed me by the hand and whispered in my ear that maybe there was more to come later. I squeezed her hand to acknowledge the future possibilities.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-58”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

Now that I had hired a stripper for my friends’ bachelorette parties, I was free to sit back and enjoy the show. And that was exactly what I did.

The first bachelorette party was for Lexxi. She was rather shy and definitely not the type to have a stripper at her party. Unfortunately, she would have to deal with it, because Candy Cane was on her way. The mere thought of her made me wet and it took everything I had to keep from fantasizing about her then and there. But I managed to keep my arousal contained and tried to get excited about the party. It was my first bachelorette party and I had no idea what to expect.

In the movies, bachelorette parties are portrayed as big, wild bashes where the bride gets everything out of system in anticipation of married life. This was nothing like that. Stories of the good old times were told and Lexxi received a multitude of presents. Most were gag gifts that got a good laugh out of every one of us. There were edible panties and a multitude of sex toys. My favorite had to be the large, bright-pink strapon. But once the present portion of the evening was over, things returned to being boring.

Fortunately, the doorbell soon rung, announcing the arrival of the stripper. Since I had hired her, I hurried to the door and escorted Candy in. She wore the same police uniform as the last time I had seen her and she looked just as hot. I barely managed to keep from ripping her clothes off and ravaging her and led her to the living room. I was expecting Lexxi to gasp in shock at the sight of the stripper, but the blindfold she now wore kept her from knowing what was going on. In fact, that was exactly what she asked next.

“You’ll see soon enough,” I said as I nodded to Candy to tell her she could begin her show. I returned to my chair and got ready to enjoy the best performance of my life as the music started to play.

By the time Lexxi was given permission to remove her blindfold, Candy had started dancing. I took all the strength I had, but I managed to tear my gaze away from her flawless body. But it was well worth it for the shocked expression that appeared on Lexxi’s face when she spotted Candy.

Laughter filled the room for a few seconds before Lexxi’s face went from shock to what appeared to be fear. A split second later, she was up and running out of the room. Everyone froze. It was as if time had stopped. I was the first one to recover and hurried after Lexxi, telling the other guests to keep the party going.

I found Lexxi in her bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, tears running down her cheeks. The sight of her filled me with a sense of guilt. I was the one who picked the stripper. What if I had chosen someone she knew?

“I’m sorry,” I apologize as I join her on the bed. “It was just for fun.”

There was a short silence before she spoke.

“I know,” she said. “I’m just nervous,” she explained.

“About what?” I asked.

Lexxi did not answer, but the cause for her distraught state was obvious.

“The wedding?”

She nodded.

I was stunned. Lexxi and Nikki had always been the perfect couple. Though I did not believe in marriage, if two people were ever meant to be married, it was them. So as hard as it was for me, I convinced her that becoming Nikki’s wife was the right move. Fortunately, she just needed a little pep talk and quickly realized she was being silly. She and Nikki loved each other and they would spend the rest of their lives together.

“You’re right,” she eventually said as she dried her tears. “Let’s get back to the party.”

I started getting up, but she pulled me in for a tight hug before I could. At first I smiled, happy to have helped her through her crisis. But the arousal from seeing Candy was still present and the feel of her breasts pressing against mine brought it bubbling to the surface. I knew this was the worst possible time, but my body refused to obey. Arousal coursed through my veins and a powerful fantasy grew within me. I fought it for a few seconds before it got too much for me to handle.

“Fuck it!” I finally thought and let it take over. Moments later, I was dragged away from the real world and dropped into an identical fantasy one. Fully giving in to my arousal, I broke the hug and pulled Lexxi in for a long, passionate kiss.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as I thrust my tongue past her lips. Not wasting a single second, I started exploring her oral cavity.

Though this was my fantasy, I had no idea what would happen next. Lexxi could just as easily freak out as she could give in to my oral dance of seduction. Fortunately for me, she picked the second option and soon started reciprocating my eager tongue strokes.

The kiss lingered on for quite some time before my arousal got too intense for me to handle. Breaking the kiss, I looked Lexxi up and down. She may not have been as hot as Candy, she was defiantly pretty. She had a cute, shy thing going on and it was driving me wild with desire.

“Stay here!” I ordered as I rushed out of the room. I has just gotten a brilliant idea and needed something that had remained in the living room. Fortunately, all eyes were on Candy, so I was able to retrieve the large strapon from the coffee table unnoticed.

By the time I returned to the bedroom, Lexxi was fully naked and waiting for me on the bed. The sight of her naked body should have sent my arousal level skyrocketing, but it instead filled me with guilt. I was getting ready to have sex with my friend’s wife-to-be a few days before their wedding. But then I remembered it was only a fantasy and all guilt faded, leaving only arousal behind.

I literally tore my clothes off and strapped the sex toy to my body. Before long, a large, silicone cock stood perfectly erect between my legs.

“Get over here!” I ordered as I pointed to the floor before me.

A smile appeared on Lexxi’s lips as she jumped up and hurried over to me.

“Kneel!” I said as soon as she had reached me. I then watched her get into position with a wide smile of anticipation.

“Suck. It!” I commanded.

Moments later, Lexxi’s lips were wrapped around the shaft and her head was bobbing back and forth. I watched her slowly, sensually suck my “cock” as she peered up at me with lust-filled eyes. But as enticing as the sight was, it was not meant to last.

“Stop!” I ordered. Lexxi looked up at me with confusion. That is, until I gave my next command.

“Go to the bed and get ready for the pounding of a lifetime,” I instructed.

A wide smile curled her lips as she obeyed. By the time I joined her, she was standing next to the bed. Her body was bent forward with her hands on the matrass and her ass in the air, ready to receive me. Moments later, I was standing behind her, her waist in my hands and the tip of my “cock” pressing up against her engorged labia.

“Fuck me,” she begged in a soft voice as she glanced back at me over her shoulder. That sight alone made it impossible for me to even consider disobeying her sensual command.

“Fuck!” she moaned as I jerked forward, forcing the strapon deep into her. Moments later, I was pounding her as fast and hard as I could. Moans flowed past her lips and grunts left mine.

The sounds of sex filled the air for the short time it took Lexxi to climax.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” she moaned at the top of her lungs as her body started to convulse.

I continued pounding the shit out of her with a wide smile on my lips and arousal in my heart. It was not long before I felt her hot love juice splash onto my thighs and drip down my legs as I thrust the toy in and out of her squirting pussy. But it was not meant to last.

I experienced a moment of confusion when I was snapped back to reality. But then I figured out Lexxi had ended the hug and I was back in the real world. With no strapon or cum in sight, I sighed in disappointment. That is, until I remembered the stripper that awaited us in the living room.

“Ready to return to the party?” I asked. Lexxi nodded and we headed out.

What happened next was something I had never before seen. Lexxi actually started to have fun. Not only did she cheer Candy on alongside the other guests, but she even let her give her a lap dance. It was a night none of us would forget. Ever.

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez

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