This series is a companion to my story Truth soulless but clean. Her room was on the 20th floor, but she didn’t even look out at the view. There was a king-sized bed, and that’s all she saw. For a long time, she just lay on it, fully dressed in the brightly lit room looking at the ceiling.

She had left home at sunrise. Her mom had come out in her robe to kiss her goodbye. They stood in the driveway squeezing each other tight.

“I love you, baby,” she whispered in Leethie’s ear, her breath smelling strong with sleep. “Everything is going to be OK.”

She had avoided the big interstates a much as she could, driving two-lane highways almost the whole way. And while she’d tried to enjoy the landscape Leethie’s mind had attacked itself the whole day; for trusting Linda, for losing her job, for fantasizing about Miranda, for losing Miranda. She had tried not to think of her father’s stony silence, of the hurt angry expression on Linda’s wet face, of her own longings. When she had thought of those things, she found herself unconsciously speeding up – as if by going 90 she could escape the memories.

‘You’re going to get yourself pulled over,’ she’d thought, as she caught herself doing it for the umpteenth time.

The drive took her nine hours, stopping only at gas stations for fuel and food. She stood watching old Mexican women make burritos from scratch, cooking raw tortillas at little counters next to the register while dusty cowboys bought scratchers and loosies, taking guilty looks at her chest and ass.

‘Only in Texas,’ she thought.

Miranda’s final care package had been a small padded envelope that had arrived as she was packing up her apartment. It was filled with dry flower petals, a mixtape, and a card in Miranda’s curling script. All it said was “CAN’T WAIT!”

Miranda had sent almost a dozen tapes since Leethie and her father had gotten home from the East Coast. The tapes had everything from Chris and Cosey’s “Walking in Heaven” to Mr. Rogers singing “girls are fancy on the inside.” Each tape seemed constructed like a story or a poem, one that Leethie was meant to decode. She had listened to very little else for the past seven months.

For the first hour or so of the drive, however, she had resisted listening to Miranda’s tapes, too caught up in her guilt and regret; too afraid to think about where she was going, and why. Instead she struggled to find stations playing good songs on the radio, then to find stations playing songs, then to find stations. finally she’d given up and reached for the case holding Miranda’s tapes. She’d begun cycling through them, reaching blindly for a new one each time one came to an end. By the time she reached El Paso her passenger seat was piled with tapes and their cases.

The last couple of hours she’d just played the same tape over and over. It was the first tape Miranda had made her, the one she found waiting for her in the apartment. The last song on it was “Smoke and Mirrors,” by the Magnetic Fields. As she got closer to El Paso she’d started rewinding that song and replaying it, again and again. Leethie loved it so much she wanted to grind her teeth whenever it was on. She had listened to it so often for the past eight months she knew the words by heart; had memorized every shift and peculiarity of Stephin Merritt’s dark bass, until he seemed to be whispering in her ear.

“Smoke and mirrors,” he crooned, “special effects. A little fear, a little sex”

Laying on the giant bed all the miles of racing away from home seemed to collapse and pile up on top of her; as if her soul had been stretched all day and was now contacting with explosive force.

Leethie wept.

She didn’t sob or gasp at first, but the tears slid down her cheeks and her chest shook with the pain of it all. She held her torso tight, bearing down with all her strength on her ribcage and abdomen, on her sorrow; swaddling it, holding it as still as she could while the sadness and anger writhed and clawed inside her.

“That’s all love is behind the tears,” Merritt explained. “Smoke and escort kocaeli mirrors.”

She looked at the ceiling through a blur of tears wondering at the pain. It felt like a thick iron bar passing through her heart.

“We were foolish, you and I,” he rumbled. “But there’s no reason to cry.”

Leethie covered her heart with her hands, clutching at her breast, arms folded tight against her sides, and tried to imagine the bar. It was dence and rigid and was almost as big around as her heart, which ached horribly. she wondered if she could actually be having a heart attack; imagined the maid finding her dead.

In her mind’s eye the bar passed through her heart, out her sides, and through her arms, extending out well past the envelope of her body. She wondered how far it went, imagining it as a roughened black thing, stretching for miles in both directions.

“We put on a lovely show, but that’s all,” Merritt’s voice sang in her mind. “I had to go.”

Still crying she reached for her jeans; giving up.

Clenching her teeth and moaning loudly she took hold of her fly. Jerking the buttons open and spreading them wide, she used her thumbs to push her panties and jeans down, shimmying them over her ass to just below her hips. She had known she’d do this; had sworn she wouldn’t. She had put it off for days, too ashamed while she was staying under her parent’s roof. Leethie had known for hours this would happen, had told herself she didn’t want to but had thought of little else; had known this was how her day would end long before she kissed her mother goodbye.

“I don’t know the stations’ names,” hushed the song. “I’ll spend my life on this train.”

The night train from Paris to Berlin was surprisingly full. They had planned to save a little money by sleeping on the train with their rail passes rather than rent a room. But crammed next to Miranda, Leethie couldn’t sleep. The car was over-chilled against the muggy weather and the two of them were underdressed in shorts and t-shirts. They were huddled for warmth, their legs covered with a cardigan and their torsos covered by a windbreaker.

Miranda was twisted in her seat and slumped against Leethie, head on her shoulder, her right arm around her waist. Leethie had put her arm around Miranda’s shoulder. She had taken the aisle seat, but stared out over the top of Miranda’s head at the window. The lights were dimmed in the car and it was raining, so the countryside was darker still. Except for random tiny lights in the distance, all Leethie could see in the window was their reflections.

They had spent more time and money than they intended working their way up the coast of Portugal, and the trip through Spain from Santiago de Compostela to San Sebastian had been beautiful but exhausting and frustrating. Trains had given way to buses, buses to hitchhiking, and at times hitchhiking had given way to walking. Foot-sore and filthy they had arrived in Biarritz. They had spent almost a week beach-bumming and recharging their batteries, before moving on. They visited Bordeaux and Tours in quick succession; they were in a rush to reach Paris. But after three nights in Paname, and a long day in the sun drinking white wine, Leethie was once again exhausted, grubby, and a little drunk.

She leaned her cheek against Miranda’s head, and Miranda squeezed her waist and nuzzled her shoulder. Miranda’s hair was as dirty as Leethie’s but smelled good.

‘Like Miranda,’ Leethie thought, drawing a deep breath through her nose. She squeezed her back, pulling her in.

‘For warmth,’ she thought, but her breathing had changed, and a globe of pressure had begun to grow in her belly. She craned her neck to look around the car, but all heads were turned and quiet. The Irish biddies across the aisle were asleep. Miranda’s soft warm form molded against her filled Leethie with a sharp need that made her breath shake and mouth wet. She thought of forcing her head down with her hands and felt a wave of weakness.

‘For warmth,’ she justified.

With her free hand, Leethie gölcük escort had been petting Miranda’s arm, but she let it fall to her lap. Under the cover of the windbreaker, she began to slowly work at her belt. She pushed the thick leather strap through the brass buckle frame, careful to be quiet. Pulling it away from herself and freeing the prong from its hole in the strap. Miranda moaned softly as she eased the belt through the other half of the buckle’s frame, and spread them to either side of her fly. She undid the button of her shorts, pulling it open and feeling for her zipper.

“Wharoodoin?” Miranda mumbled.

“Shhhh,” Leethie shushed. Her hand shook as she jerked the zipper down, and pulled her fly wide. Miranda started to pull away, but Leethie held her in place with the arm around her shoulder, putting her hand on the back of her neck. Miranda tried to slide her arm from around her waist, but with her other hand, Leethie grabbed it.

“No!” Leethie told her, squeezing the bones of her wrist with bruising force and pushing Miranda’s hand down her belly.

“Leethie stop,” Miranda hissed, curling her fingers back into a fist. Leethie squeezed her wrist with all her strength until Miranda made a tiny high-pitched sound and opened her hand back up.

“Do it,'” Leethie commanded as she forced Miranda’s spread fingers into her panties, widening her knees as she did. For a moment Miranda’s fingers were stiff and held spread. Leethie squeezed again, her nails digging into the soft skin viciously and Miranda went limp, letting Leethie push her fingers between her thighs. “Now Da.”

Leethie was breathing hard through her nose, her head, not so much resting on Miranda’s as clamping down on it, helping to immobilize it. Leethie could feel Miranda breathing against her; quick little sips and puffs like a scared rabbit, but then the staccato slowed and her fingers began to move. Leethies hips rolled forward to meet the tentative little pets.

“There,” Leethie chided as she loosened her grip on Miranda’s wrist and neck. Her fingers traveled into Miranda’s hair, twirling the soft silky strands. Miranda made a soft petulant sound, but her fingers continued to gently caress Leethie. “Don’t pretend.”

Maybe Miranda had been pretending, maybe not, either way her index and middle fingers stretched and pushed smoothly inward. Leethie could feel how wet she must be, Miranda slid through her easily, her fingers curling back up to Leethies clit. She snorted as they found their mark, slipping over and around the hard little bead. Greasy and slick, the tips Miranda’s index and middle fingers moved on either side of Leethies pearl, which felt enormous and as hard as steel – like a ball bearing, like the tip of something huge and monstrous.

Sliding up and down the little fleshy trough and occasionally slipping down and pushing deep to wet her fingers, Miranda’s caresses fell into rhythm with the swaying of the car on the tracks. Leethie was holding herself as still as she could. She focused her whole self on those two fingertips. Her insides seemed to shake and she could feel the color rising in her cheeks, but it wasn’t enough. Miranda had slid her hand down, squeezing it between Leethie’s thighs, pushing her fingers in deep, but Leethie could feel the pleasure receding. It wasn’t enough.

“Put your fingers in your mouth,” she commanded. “I want to see you eat it.”

Miranda turned her head and looked up at Leethie, her non-color eyes were enormous and her lashes wet in the low light. Her lips were parted and glistening. She looked like she’d been drooling; looked cowed. No part of Leethie thought she would disobey, she let go of her wrist as Miranda pulled her hand out of her shorts. She slipped her hand out from under the windbreaker and raised her fingers to her lips, they were shaking and dripping wet as she put them in her mouth. Miranda obediently sucked them clean. They stared into each other’s eyes as she did.

“Again,” Leethie whispered.

Miranda held Leethie’s gaze as she slid her izmit sınırsız escort fingers from her mouth and carefully drew her hand back under the windbreaker. Leethie felt her trembling fingertips, moist and baby soft, sliding over the flesh of her belly. She felt Miranda’s nails finding and prying under the elastic waistband of her panties, pushing down over her smooth hairless mons, and into her pussy. Leethie opened her knees wider, giving her entrance, letting Miranda fuck her with her fingers, first two, then three, then all four. Her thumb moved fast and hard over Leethie’s wet clit; mashing it. Finally, the pleasure was beginning to build.

Miranda pumped her fingers faster and faster until the wet sounds seemed loud enough to draw attention and her arm was making the windbreaker visibly jerk. Leethie didn’t care. She was squeezing her breast hard as Miranda again withdrew her hand, careful not to touch Leethie or the light jacket with her wet fingers.

Looking into Leethie’s eyes she sucked all four of her fingertips in her mouth; conscientiously licking and sucking each finger clean. As her shaking hand retreated back under the jacket Miranda moved her mouth to Leethie’s ear.

“Like that?” Miranda whispered in her ear, lisping slightly. The sound of her lips wetly touching and parting was almost as loud as her words. Leethie could hear her pointed tongue washed in saliva. “Am I doing it right?”

Miranda was scraping Leethie’s belly with her nails, pushing her panties down until the pads of her fingers were once again caressing Leethie’s wet sex.

“Don’t stop…”

Miranda’s fingers parted and began to slide through Leethie, spreading her wet, painting and soaking her rigid pearl.

Miranda’s fingers began to thrum, working up and down, on top and to either side of the sensitive little gem. Her breath quickened against Leethie’s ear with the effort. She made small wet sounds and hushed.

Leethie’s shoulders were pressed into her backrest, but her neck was stretched forward and she had arched her spine away from the cushion, her ass was barely resting on the edge of the seat. Her knees were spread wide and braced hard against the seatbacks in front of them. Balanced on the balls of her feet, her heels bounced in the air.

Miranda’s fast jagged breaths were Leethie’s entire universe. The tiny smacks of her tongue and lips, of spit-soaked flesh parting from stony smooth teeth. Miranda’s lips closed over Leethie’s earlobe. They were warm and wet. She sucked at the fatty lappet, drawing it into her mouth; playing her tongue over the little lobe.

“Hhhhha hhhha aaah,” Miranda gasped as she released Leethe’s ear. The tiny breathy sounds were like a hurricane slamming into Leethie. her fingers pistoned like a machine spinning out of control.

All at once the storm of throaty sighs and huffs dropped away and were replaced by a muffled sloshing as Miranda’s tongue filled Leethie’s ear, moving over and filling the hard little bowl with wet fleshy warmth, then pushing inward. The sound of Miranda’s tongue trying to force itself into the stony little canal of Leethie’s ear was like the surf battering a rock cliff. Rather than from Miranda’s furiously moving fingers, Leethie’s orgasm had seemed to come from that oceanic meeting of mouth and ear. It blew through Leethie like a wave exploding through a rock cave.

“MmmmnnnnGH-” Leethie moaned loudly before Miranda’s wet hand clamped over Her open mouth. Stifling her cry and smearing the stink of her cunt all over her lips, nose, and cheeks.

Leethie made a loud animal noise deep in her throat as her hands clutched at her pussy. With no one to stifle her cries, the whining mew filled the brightly lit hotel room, sounding more miserable than any sound Leethie could remember, but she pushed on, pressing her fingers into herself and she began to sob.

“Smoke and mirrors,” her mind echoed, “special effects. A little fear, a little sex”.

She worked her hand, trying to tease out the pleasure she craved so wildly and felt so deeply shamed by, but finally, the sobs won out. She covered her eyes with her hands, smearing her wet stink over her face; the taste of it mixing with the brine of her tears.

“That’s all love is behind the tears,” her mind rumbled. “Smoke and mirrors…”

Mommy Breastfeeds Her Son

I stumbled down the hall from Mrs. Hemlock’s class, my note to excuse me for being late clutched in my hand. I had just had sex with my married professor. Like all the girls, she had come on to me. Only she was mature and dominating and took charge of me.

It was great and frightening all at the same time. My mommy-succubus had coated me in her juices right before school (literally, in the car before the building), and it had done something to me. She set me up and now wanted to hear all the details.

I couldn’t say that I was mad. What happened with Mrs. Hemlock was amazing and bewildering all at the same time. It was so weird that she kept my cum in a vial. I have no idea why she would do that. Unless she really was some sort of cum-addict like she implied.

I reached my computer class taught by Mr. Fossiker. I opened the door and found him standing before the rows of computers with the rest of the class on them. They all looked up from their stations to stare at me.

“Sorry,” I said, thrusting the note to Mr. Fossiker. He glanced at it and nodded. “We’re working on python coding. Making a simple game.”

“Cool, sir,” I said and took my seat by my friend, Hector. I sank down and looked around. People were still looking at me, though none of them were girls. Not a single one had enrolled in the class. They nudged each other and whisper.

“Okay, you know the basics of python scripting,” said Mr. Fossiker. “Or you should, so get to it. I want to see some progress by the end of the class.”

He sank down at his desk and leaned back in it. I logged into my computer onto my account. We were on Windows 10 machines, but they had all sorts of lock downs to keep us off the internet or doing anything fun with it.

“Dude,” Hector whispered, pulling out his phone. He hit play on a video that showed my mom getting out of the passenger side of her car topless, her big boobs jiggling. You could see me looking flustered. “That’s you and your mom. You two totally had sex in front of the school. What the fuck is going on?”

“Remember the succubus spell?” I asked.

“You did it?” My friend arched an eyebrow. “Then you used her to turn your mom into your sex slave?”

“No, my mom was the succubus.”

My friend groaned and leaned back in the chair. “I could have had your mom as my sex slave if I had cast the spell first?”

I shrugged, not sure how I felt about it. Having a succubus for a mother was so weird. It wasn’t like I was into incest, and yet here I was with a mother who was such a naughty slut. My phone vibrated again.

“Where are those details?” the message read. “Mommy’s all horny and wants to know how you’re doing at college. Was it a student or a teacher? It was a teacher, right? Some naughty MILF like me!”

“I’m in class,” I texted and shoved my phone in my pocket.

I worked on my project. I decided to make something easy. I re-created python, the simple game where your snake has to grow larger and larger. It was a simple one. I typed in the code, putting together all the things we had learned about how to set bounding boxes, graphical assets, physics, and all the like. I didn’t get done, of course, but I had a good start.

“I can’t believe your mom is a succubus,” Hector said as we headed to class. “I mean, I knew she was a whore.”

“What?” I gasped, staring at my friend in shock. “Dude, why would you say that about my mom?”

“I mean, she was always flirting with me,” he said. “‘Hector, my, aren’t you growing up into such a handsome man,’ and, ‘Hector, mmm, you’re going to make some girl happy. Or some woman.’ She once even grabbed my ass. ‘Nice.’ That’s what your mom said. She wanted me.”

“Probably,” I muttered. “Makes me wonder what was going on when she had her ‘book club.'”

“She was out chasing that D.” Hector grinned. “My mom’s the same way. Fucking puta. She ditched Dad and now she’s going out and to these bars holding cougar nights to pick up young guys. Ugh, if she was my sex slave, I’d chain her to the bed or the kitchen. I could fuck her bent over the counter and then she could make me a sandwich.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, not wanting to comment on that. Did he really want to fuck his mother?

I reached the chemistry lab taught by Mr. Reagent. I slid into my table in the back, setting my book down. My mother was texting me again, pestering for more details. I was about to text her back when Abby sat down on the stool beside me and gave me a dazzling smile, the diamond stud piercing her nose glittering.

“Hey, stud,” she said, her green eyes flicking up. “Mind helping me out today. I’m so helpless at chemistry, and you’re just… explosive.”

“That was one time,” I muttered. I had set off a small explosion messing around in the back. Soot had rained around the classroom.

Before Abby could say something, our professor stepped up and explained our experiment. We had to practice precipitating chemicals tuzla escort out of solutions, figuring out which reagents to use to get them out. We all had a stack of vials before us to figure them out.

“Okay, you know what to do,” said Mr. Reagent while every girl in the class was staring daggers at the redheaded Abby. She just squirmed beside me in a tight, sleeveless top that molded to her round breasts. “So, get started. Have fun. And be safe.” He glanced at me.

I gave him an innocent smile back.

The others started working. I stood up from my stool and said, “Okay, Abby, we should start with the…” I trailed off as she knelt on the floor, ducking beneath the table. It had an overhang so you could sit on your stool right against the counter. “Uh… what are you doing.”

“Sucking on your cock,” she purred.

My eyes bulge as she slides between me and the back of the table, completely hidden from view. Everyone is working in stations before you, mixing chemicals. Mr. Reagent is sitting down at his desk, letting the class work.

“You can’t do that now,” I said. “We got to do the chemistry stuff.”

“We’re doing a type of chemistry,” she said, her fingers unsnapping my fly. “Sexual chemistry. I’m attracted to you. Let’s see if you’re attracted to me.”

My dick throbbed. This was insane. We would get caught. What had my mother done to me? Coated me in her pheromones or something? Every girl in school was hitting on me. Even now, they were glancing back at me, biting their lips, wanting to flirt with me like they had earlier.

My zipper rasped down, and then she tugged off my jeans. I swallowed. If Mr. Reagent made the rounds, I would have a hard time explaining what was going on here.

Then Abby’s hand shoved through the opening in my boxer’s fly. She reached in and grabbed my cock. I gasped at that. She held my dick in her hand, stroking it. Pleasure shot down my dick. I groaned at that. She pumped her hand up down my shaft, stroking me with this naughty touch.

“Oh, my,” she groaned. “This is a lot bigger of a reaction than I expected. Mmm, our sexual chemistry is off the chart.”

“Abby,” I groaned. “This is going to–“

She swallowed the tip of my cock. I groaned as the nineteen-year-old girl engulfed my dick. She suckled on me and bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. My nuts tightened at how amazing it was to have her warm, wet mouth around my dick in the middle of class.

I stared at the rack of vials containing the various solutions and reagents. I was supposed to be working, but how could I when I had that hot, sucking mouth around my dick. She nursed hard, the slurping sounds rising. But the rest of the class was talking. Working. Mixing. Glass clinked together. Liquids splashed.

Girls glanced back at me in envy.

I shuddered as Abby sucked with hunger on my dick. She worshiped me. My hands clutched at the table, my back arching. One of the hottest girls in school was nursing on my cock. She loved it. her tongue danced around it.

That felt incredible.

The pleasure shot down my dick to my balls. They tightened with the pleasure of this moment. My nuts drank it in. I groaned, my heart racing. This was absolutely incredible. Just a wonderful passion to experience.

“Fuck, Abby,” I muttered beneath my breath.

She moaned around my cock and sucked harder.

I wanted to cry out to the entire class how great this felt, but I didn’t. I controlled myself. My heart raced as I savored this wonderful pleasure about my dick. She suckled with all her might, bobbing her head and worshiping my dick.

The pressure grew and grew in my balls. I had a big load of cum forming for her. I gripped the table harder, my fingers sliding across the Formica surface. My dick twitched in her mouth with her every suckle.

“Abby,” I panted. “I’m about to… to…”

She nursed on my dick with everything she had, bobbing her head and dancing her tongue. Her plump lips worked up and down my cock. The suction was incredible. My nuts lurched. The ache exploded at the tip of my dick.

I came in the middle of the chemistry lab.

I clenched my teeth as the pleasure slammed through my body. Every spurt of cum into her mouth sent rapture rushing through my flesh. It crashed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. The chemistry lab swam before me.

Girls were glancing back at me. Their envious glances grew. They knew that Abby was blowing me. They had to. My face twisted with pleasure as I shuddered, my cum pumping in the redhead’s hungry mouth.

She gulped it all down. She swallowed my jizz with that hunger. She purred as she did it. She sounded so happy as she nursed out the last of my spunk. I leaned forward, panting, sweat gleaming on my brow.

“I could suck a dick better than her,” I heard Christine mutter to Erica. They sat at the table before me. “Way fucking better.”

“Right?” Erica said. She glanced at me and arched an eyebrow.

“I pendik escort don’t… know what you’re… talking about,” I stammered, Abby nursing on my cock like she wanted to make sure I had really emptied every drop of cum I had into her mouth.

Then she slid her lips off my cock and slid up. She licked her lips, a happy smile gracing them. The other girls were all glaring at her, especially Christine and Erica. I swallowed then brushed my chin.

“You got some, uh, cum still on you,” I muttered.

“I bet I do,” she said and grabbed her purse. She pulled out a compact and flipped it open. She stared at herself and preened, that cum on her lips. She wiped it up with her finger and popped it into her mouth, shivering. “You have a delicious cock. Best I’ve ever sucked. And so big.”

“She would know about sucking dicks,” Erica muttered. “Slut.”

Abby just preened while I put my cock away. She drank in the attention of every girl in the class because she had blown me. It was insane. My phone was buzzing again. Mom must have sensed I had cum through her succubus powers.

I just tried to get to work on the experiment. We were behind.

She snapped closed her compact and said, “We are going to make such great lab partners. Mmm, we’re the best at chemistry.” She pumped her hip into mine. “I could take my panties off if you want to go down on me.”

“We’re in class,” I whispered. “We’re lucky that Mr. Reagent didn’t catch us.”

“Right, right,” she said and grabbed my ass. “So, let’s do this science thingy. What are we supposed to be doing? I wasn’t paying attention.”

I explained it and then had to do all the work while she kept rubbing her young body against me and keeping me hard. I kept hoping she would give me another blowjob. After all, we had gotten away with the first one.

Why not a second one?

But Mr. Reagent started walking around the classroom. He was nodding at the table and then frowned as he saw Abby pressed against me. “Don’t you think you’ve distracted Henry enough?”

“Mr. Reagent?” she asked, putting this innocent smile on her lips and fluttering her eyes.

“Let’s keep it to one blowjob during class,” he said. “You’re making the other girls jealous, and they’re not going to get any work done.”

“You’re okay with it?” I gasped at the teacher.

He breathed in for a moment and then just drifted away, shaking his head. Those succubus pheromones on me were powerful stuff. Christ, what had my mother done to me? I didn’t ask her to hook me up with every girl in school or something.

Well, if she hadn’t turned out to be my mother, I had all sorts of kinky plans for owning a succubus. But her being my mother made it all so weird. I couldn’t just give her orders. She was my mother. I had done what she said all my life. Even though she called me Master, I didn’t feel like I was the one in charge.

She was manipulating me, setting me up from home. Probably had a vibrator in her cunt, just getting off as she felt what I was up to. She might even be able to see it. Who knew what her powers were. She could be watching me from the Lilith Qlipha, the other plane of existence from where succubi were from.

I worked on the project and managed to precipitate out the chemicals. I identified them and then it was time for cleanup. Christine and Erica kept staring at me and flashing me naughty smiles. They licked their lips.

“Do you want to eat lunch with me?” Christine asked, her eyes dark and full of wicked promise. “I hear there’s going to be tacos. I bet you love fish taco. I know this–“

“He doesn’t want to eat your rancid cunt,” Abby hissed and then glommed onto my arm. “He’s my lab partner. He’s eating lunch with me!”

“I am?” I asked and then gasped as she dragged me away from the table.

“You are!” she declared.

Damn, she was just taking charge. How did I keep letting this happen? Did I just want sexy women to throw themselves at me? Did I want to summon my own mother to be my succubus deep inside? Had I known on some level that she was one, so I had gone through the effort of conjuring her?

I had always pictured myself taking charge in my fantasies, getting out of my shell, but my mother, Mrs. Hemlock, and now Abby were all just doing what they wanted to do to me, and I was just along for the ride. Abby was cute. In her tight top and her jean skirt.

“Mmm, Henry, you are going to make such an amazing lab partner,” she said. “Tomorrow, you’re going to eat my pussy, right? We have to experience. My cock-sucking was amazing, but we have to make sure you’re skilled at muff-diving. You’ve eaten pussy before, right?” Then she laughed. “A guy with a dick as big as yours… Ooh, I’m going to have to fight off all the ladies.”

“Er, probably,” I said, noticing a growing group of them moving around us.

There was blonde Tonya in her expensive, designer clothes. Shelly played with her black hair while staring at me with such abject lust. Molly aydınlı escort was cupping her big breasts through her top and shaking them at me.

“Boo, don’t waste your time on some loose pussy,” Veronica said, the Black girl grabbing my ass. “You want a sistah to love you. We got tight cunts. You know you want a taste of jungle fever.”

“Do you hear how you’re talking?” Izolde asked, her purple hair spilling around her face. “He doesn’t want a slut. He wants a girl that respects herself. Henry, I’ll let you do anal. Anal! That’s how much I respect myself!”

Abby just kept leading me along, smirking. They ignored her and yet she acted like she was the center of attention. The queen because she had her arm around me. We reached the cafeteria which bustled with students. My friend, Hector, was at our usual table. He brought his own lunch, as he normally did.

“Dude,” he said, staring at me. “You got Abby on your arm.”

“He does,” Abby said. “We’re lab partners.”

“How wonderful,” a throaty voice purred behind me.

I stiffened as I recognized that voice. I turned to find my mother standing there. She had ditched that schoolgirl look she had worn to my college and looked very momish in a yellow sundress that clung to her large breasts and curvy figure.

“Uh, Mom, what are you doing here?” I asked as she took my other arm.

“Why, you forgot your lunch,” she said as she guided Abby and me to the table where Hector awaited.

“My lunch?” I frowned at her. “You don’t make me lunches. I buy them here at the cafeteria.”

“No, silly,” she said, this wicked gleam in her blue eyes. She pulled me to the tables and pushed me down on the bench so that I was facing away from the table.

Abby bit her lip, glancing nervously at my mother.

“I have your lunch right here,” she purred and then, somehow, the front of her dress was open. I could have sworn this dress zipped up in the back, but now her large, and heavy, tits were out. They were bouncing, her nipples beading with her breast milk. “Mmm, my mommy-udders are just full of your lunch.”

“Mom!” I gasped in shock as she yanked my face right into her nearest breast topped by a hard nipple. She pressed that nub against my lips, cutting off any further protest.

“Mmm, drink up, Henry,” she cooed. “My big and strong son needs his nourishment. I know how much you love my mommy-milk. Mmm, that’s it. Just suckle away.”

Everyone was watching my mother breastfeed me. I couldn’t help but suckle at her nipple, my dick throbbing so hard as I gulped down her milk. I swallowed it with hunger, the creamy, warm delight spilling through my mouth.

It tasted as sweet as it had last night. My cheeks hollowed as I nursed at my mother’s nub. I gulped it down, the cantaloupe aftertaste lingering over my taste buds. Then I suckled again, gulping down more of my mother’s milk.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “Ooh, that’s it. My big, strong son has to keep up his endurance. He has all those pussies to please.” Her hand cupped my cock, squeezing me. “Yes, yes, there’s my son’s big dick.”

Hector gaped at me as he watched my mom breastfeeding me. Abby squirmed as she stood before me, her green eyes glossy with lust. She squeezed her tits through her blouse. She kneaded them as watched me nursing from my mother. The redhead licked her lips. Behind her, a horde of girls was watching, whimpering, groaning. Guys stood behind them, holding their phones high to record it all.

I wanted to melt in embarrassment as I kept drinking my mother’s milk. I nursed from her heavy tit, my dick throbbing from her stroking touch. Pleasure shot through my body when she brushed the crown. She purred in delight.

“Yes, yes, such a big and hard dick,” my mommy-succubus moaned. “My son has a huge cock.”

“He does,” Abby moaned, licking her lips.

“So you were the one who blew him,” my mom purred. “I can smell his cum on your sweet breath. Did you love drinking my baby boy’s cum? Mmm, did you enjoy gulping down his seed?”

“Yes, Mrs. Bell,” she moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. “I drank it all down. It was so delicious. We’re lab partners.”

“How wonderful,” my mommy-succubus said. “Mmm, my big, strong son needs a sexy girl to partner with him. But you’re not the jealous type, right?”

“No,” Abby said, her green eyes flashing with something else. Annoyance. Anger.

“Liar.” My mommy-succubus laughed. “You have fire in you. Mmm, I love it. I know my son did. I felt his pleasure. Ooh, my big, strong son came so hard I felt it all the way in our house. We’re connected.” She shuddered. “And he’s drinking all my milk to be nice and virile.”

I was? I just couldn’t stop. It was so delicious. Her milk flowed down my esophagus to my stomach. It warmed my belly. I gulped it all down and suckled harder from her heavy breast. I groaned as she squeezed my cock as I did it.

Then she unsnapped my jeans. A groan ran through all the watching girls. My zipper rasped down, my fly opening. Mom reached in and grabbed my cock. It was like my boxers had just vanished. That she had done something to them with her succubus powers. She stroked my naked dick.

“Oh, my god, that dick is huge!”

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We’ve all got secrets. And why shouldn’t we? It’s part of who we are. Having secrets simply means you’re a normal person. Sometimes I will never apologize for. My name is Marguerite Alexandre Jean. I’m a five-foot-eleven, lean and athletic, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I teach History at Saint Joseph Academy, a private Catholic school in the Barrhaven suburb of Ottawa. I’m in my early forties, supposedly happily married to a handsome Black man named Joel Jean, who works as a police officer in downtown Ottawa. We are the proud parents of James, Elisabeth and Benjamin Jean. They’re all students at Carleton University these days. Yeah, life is okay for us. At least that’s what I tell myself.

However, it’s all a front. The truth is that I haven’t been satisfied in my marriage for a long time. My husband Armand and I no longer have any passion or chemistry between us. Honestly, I think we stay together because of the bills and for the sake of appearances. My sex drive is too much for him, I guess. He can’t keep up with me. Or maybe I am just a slut, pure and simple. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m not getting what I need from my husband. We don’t spend much time together anymore. And I like to have my fun. I like the human body and its infinite varieties. And I like sex, too. Male or female, Black and White, it doesn’t matter as long as they are hot. It’s something I hide from my family and friends. Appearances must be maintained, you understand.

Sometimes I wonder what my family and friends would say if they knew that I liked women. I am a member of the choir at the Abundant Life Temple of Ottawa. The Pastor of the church, Dr. Jarvis Saint Mathieu is a Haitian man I knew from my days at the University of Toronto. A charming guy who majored in Theology. His wife Mildred Altidor is a tall, light-skinned and short-haired Haitian woman originally from the city of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. She works as a dentist at the Place De Ville. I can’t stand that bitch or her uptight sons Ricardo and Wilson but her husband Jarvis is a nice man. There are a lot of people I can’t stand at the Abundant Life church but I go there with my family anyway. I like to be surrounded by my own people at least once a week. If you lived in the lily-white and uptight, bigoted city of Ottawa you’d understand. Abundant Life Temple is a nice enough place. It’s an Adventist Church so we go on Saturday mornings. We’ve got about three hundred people in the congregation and eighty nine percent of us are Haitians. The rest are adıyaman escort Africans, along with a few Asians and some white folks who keep coming in with weird smiles and even weirder questions.

When I was a student at the University of Toronto, I lived a very different life. My parents and I lived in the suburb of Ajax and it was a quiet town. I couldn’t stand it. So I would go to downtown Toronto for a good time. I met sexy young women and men from all over. Africans, Arabs, Asians and Hispanics. Toronto attracted all kinds of people from the immigrant populations of Ontario. I met a very cute gal named Nancy Driscoll. She was half Irish and half Black. A tall, leggy gal with light brown skin, long Black hair and pale green eyes. We had a lot of fun together. Just two young women exploring their sexuality. Nancy knew how to rock my world. We had our fun on the down low for years. Then she got married to a Jamaican businessman named Tyrone Johnson and they moved to Halifax. Last I heard, they were the proud parents of six brats. I guess she went normal on me.

I swore to myself that I wouldn’t end up one of those women who married for convenience and kept female lovers on the side. Yet that’s exactly what happened to me. After Nancy Driscoll left, I was depressed. I hooked up with guys and girls in the bars and clubs to dull the pain and loneliness I felt. During that phase, I met this Haitian guy named Armand Jean. He was studying Criminal Justice at Carleton University and aspired to work for either the Royal Canadian Mounted Police or the Ottawa Police Service. He was cute and friendly. We hooked up and he actually got me pregnant. I panicked, because I thought my life was over. Armand told me he cared about me and wanted to be there for me. Eleven months ago, I accepted his marriage proposal. Fast forward twenty years, and we’re living in the suburbs. I earned my degree from the University of Toronto and became a teacher. Armand is now a sergeant with the Ottawa Police Service. We own the duplex we live in. In the eyes of the world, we’re doing good. I’m what I always dreaded becoming. A married woman whose family and friends don’t know she’s really into women.

For the past six months, I’ve been carrying on an affair with this Haitian gal named Adele Grains. A five-foot-nine, plump, short-haired and big-bottomed, pleasantly Butch-looking Black woman whom I find quite interesting most of the time but wickedly fun after hours. Adele is married to a wealthy architect named Raul Ramos, who’s Brazilian, I think. She holds escort adıyaman a business degree from the University of Ottawa and now works as a Fact Checker for the Ottawa Sun, the daily newspaper of the capital. We don’t have a lot in common, at least not in the eyes of the world. Adele’s daughter Ramona is one of the players on the Saint Joseph Academy women’s Rugby team, which I coach. I used to play Rugby for the University of Toronto back in the day. I like coaching Rugby and teaching young women the many lessons one learns about oneself through sports.

Saint Joseph Academy is the most diverse private school in the entire city of Ottawa, with forty six percent of its students identifying as visible minorities. For those of you who don’t speak elitist Canadian, visible minority means non-White person living in the Confederation of Canada. That’s what the supposedly open-minded and multicultural White Canadians call those of us who are descended from Arabs, Africans, Asians, Hispanics or Aboriginal peoples. Such a nice term they’ve got to describe us, eh? Needless to say, I’m not in love with that terminology. Welcome to life in Canada.

Anyway, I met Adele at a Rugby game and I guess we clicked. She asked me out to a coffee date so we could talk about her daughter’s performance on the Rugby team. Little did I know that she was more interested in me. Adele is bisexual and her husband Raul is completely unaware of it. Just like my husband Armand has no idea that I’ve been sleeping with women throughout our marriage. Adele and I have these little get-togethers when nobody else is around. You’d be surprised how many married women lead secret lives. The kind of secret lives that would stun their husbands and families. I don’t feel guilty about what I do. I need something my husband can’t give me. I’m not hurting anybody. I’m just having some fun, that’s all.

I like these fun little hook-ups with Adele. I need to feel a woman’s lips against my own, and a woman’s hands on my body. I need it every once in a while. Otherwise I might go crazy. Adele is a lot of fun. She’s got a nice body on her. I tell her this every time we get our freak on. I love to lie down on the couch while she sucks on my toes and fingers my pussy. Adele has a foot fetish. She loves tall Black women with long legs. Well, I’m cool with that. And she is really good at licking and fingering my pussy. Adele is the reason why I shave my pussy at least once a week. My husband Armand doesn’t care. He’s banging a blonde-haired fat white chick named Denise, adıyaman escort bayan the wife of a police buddy of his. We both pretend I don’t know about it. As long as Armand is discreet, I don’t care who he fucks. We haven’t had sex since George W. Bush was in the White House!

Adele is the person I turn to for sexual satisfaction. And my favourite Haitian diva definitely does not disappoint. She is a real rough rider who sometimes ties me up on her bed and fists my cunt. I scream loud enough to wake the dead when she does me like this. It’s amazingly intense. Sometimes, she ties up my breasts and smacks them really hard. Adele introduced me to the joys of fisting. She also loves to spank my big butt and occasionally leaves bluish marks on the dark brown skin of my round heart-shaped buttocks. I don’t mind the marks. Just like I don’t mind the soreness after she’s fisted my cunt seven ways to Sunday. It’s worth it. Occasionally, Adele brings her toys into the bedroom and I love it. When she wears the strap-on dildo, my favourite diva looks dangerously sexy. I love giving her head while on my knees. Adele loves it when I suck her strap-on dildo. Afterwards, she puts me on all fours and fucks me doggy-style while smacking my ass. I love it when she slams her dildo deep into my cunt. It feels so fucking good.

Adele is a freaky mama and I never know what she’s doing to do. One time, she was licking my pussy when she suddenly shoved two fingers up my ass. Talk about surprising. I gasped in shock. Adele just smiled and continued fingering my ass. It was a bit strange but I liked it. I am no stranger to anal play. Adele and I have thoroughly explored this neglected fetish of mine. She loves to lubricate my ass with lotion before gently sliding dildos and fingers up my butt hole. I like getting it in the ass. Especially when Adele wears the strap-on dildo and plunges it up my booty. Who says Black women don’t like anal sex? Many of us do. And my Adele knows exactly how it’s done. I always have fun with her.

After our fun hook-ups, sometimes we go shopping. Adele’s hubby and family know that we’re friends. They just don’t know the extent of our unique friendship. Lately, Adele has been taking her family to Abundant Life Temple. That means we get to spend more time together. I wish we could be together always. Sadly, I know it’s not meant to be. I won’t even seriously entertain the idea. It’s just sometimes I like to fantasize about, that’s all. Adele’s life with her hubby and daughter matters too much for her to jeopardize. And as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve grown semi-comfortable with my life in the suburbs. It’s not perfect but it’s all I’ve got. Can two queer Haitian women live together and love one another in Canada? That would really be something. Would my life have turned out different if Adele and I had met twenty years ago? Maybe. Maybe not. I guess we’ll never know.

The Hunt

My Prize Awaits

It was a lovely lazy day, my rock was warm, and I had fed, at least a little. I glanced down at the bodies that lay about my favorite hunting spot–clothing torn hither and thither about the wreckage of my afternoon hunt.

‘I must send a note to the White Queen; she was most generous today.’ I smiled to myself, and my whiskers pulled back as I returned to my cleaning. ‘Must always look my best.’

Rummmble.

I frowned; it had not been over three hours since my little feast, less than an hour since waking from my nap, and already my hunger was awakening.

“Males are never very satisfying, regardless of the species.” I bemoaned, “It has been ages since a nice plump….”

It was then that I heard her sweet voice, the voice that my hungry need responded to instantly.

“Mr. Rabbit! Hatter, where are you?” The voice called out clear and sweet from perhaps two hundred paces in the forest. “Come out; I wish to see you before my wedding!”

‘Could it be?’ A chill ran from the tip of my ears down my back to the end of my tail. ‘She has not been here in years; I was but a cub then, not twenty seasons old. She would be ancient by now!’

She sought the Mad Hatter and Mr. Rabbit; I scanned the remnants of my lunch bounty, the scattered and shredded clothing, the white tufts of fur from the rabbit were haphazardly strewn about, then there was the crushed hat of the Hatter. Both lay cuddling in their slumber, their nude bodies spooning; it was so cute it was nauseating.

“You two will be useless to her for days.” I flowed to the ground, my burnished gold eyes with the large round pupils quickly adapting to the familiar shadows of the undergrowth. “You rest here, my pets; I will send someone to collect you soon.” I leapt over the mound of snoring bodies to seek my prey and a decent meal.

The voice of a woman filled the forest, likely a fully human woman as I once was, moving through the undergrowth; a stone could have heard her, she moved as if she were trying to break every branch on her path; she made so much noise. I am in my cat form; not a single sound in reply.

I have heard my natural brothers and sisters have lost their sense of smell. I have not. Mine is keener than any human, keener than many cats. I could smell the girl from here, and she smelled sweet. Working my way along her path to find my best advantage, I wanted to see her first before she beheld me.

“A virgin still! How sweet.” Her scent did not carry the taint of men, she would be excellent for a meal, and I would not finish her; I would keep her for myself.

I cut across her path; she was now ahead of me; it was always good to come upon one’s prey when they are unaware, disrupts, and confuses; they can only run forward to the unknown, for I stood where they had been.

I crept up silently on the searching girl, but I needed a proper approach not to frighten too soon. So I followed silently behind until I found a splendid tree to climb and look.

“Hatter! Rabbit!” I heard and felt the stomp of a heeled shoe. “Come out this instant!” The voice carried the sound of command, but also I sensed growing fear.

I leapt to a nearby tree, one I knew well, and climbed, careful to stay in shadow out of her sight.

I was above her now; I could see her at the edge of a small izmit escort meadow; there once had been a tea party, years ago, now long since cleared away.

‘Yes, I think it is.’ I watched the tall human, now fully grown by the look of her dress and her bustle. I am no expert on such things, not any longer, but it seemed accurate from what I had seen in the White Queen’s court. I willed her to turn, and she did. ‘Yes, it is her!’

Hair covered her head in long golden waves, not tight curls of a young girl’s, but more relaxed as a wave on the sea. A blue band held its flow back from her face, she had a penchant for blue and white dresses, but now hers was more mature to match the adult body it held.

I licked my lips, my long rough tongue smoothing my brows and my whiskers before withdrawing back behind my fangs. ‘Don’t you look a dainty morsel?’ My mouth wetted at the prospect, as did other lips.

From here, even I could tell that little Alice was now a full woman; her breasts filled the space assigned to them rather well, impossible to miss even from here. I looked forward to running my claws along their tender tissues and feeling her jump as my fangs nipped at her teats.

“Hatter? Rabbit? Is that you?” Her eyes searched the surrounding gloom, looking for something she sensed but could not see. The scent of fear reached me even so far away, as well as another fragrance, anticipation perhaps?

‘Time to taste you, my little snack.’ I bounded to the ground soundlessly and walked the short distance to the path, the trail along which she had just come, thus blocking her escape. I transformed myself into my human shape. It now felt strange to be walking on two legs instead of four paws, but it works well for this. I needed to assure her before I took her.

The silly Cheshire Cat has some skill with magic, nothing like my own, but some. He vanishes when he wishes, a gift I have through stealth, but I can do something he can not; as I stepped toward my morsel, I wrapped my naked body in human clothing, the kind that I prefer. Far different from when I was fully human. Leather, of course, taken from my baser kills, my meat, not my food.

I wore thigh hugging boots with impossibly high heels, over skin-tight black leather pants, up over my thickly muscled legs and equally muscled bottom; its waistband hung low on my hips. My narrow waist and flat muscular abdomen were prominent, my ample breasts lovingly held in my tight black leather bustier. The leather band supported my breasts but only slightly covered my nipples while enhancing my cleavage. My waist-length dark blonde hair highlighted with strands of white and even some black, making the color unique.

The White Queen ordered that I wear something ‘civilized’ in her presence when I had arrived at her table for tea in nothing but what nature gave me; this is as civilized as I get.

‘Poor thing; she was jealous. I fear her court could not keep their eyes off of my breasts. The queen’s lips they captured and held for a day. I left her exhausted and used in every way I could imagine.’ Then, smiling while licking my lips at the memory, ‘and I have a good imagination.’

In gratitude, she sent me food, once full meals of her ladies-in-waiting brought to me, bound in ribbon and naked, now merely snacks of a guard or prisoner or pest, all returned, of course, I am not rude, izmit anal yapan escort exhausted though they be.

“I shall have to visit my neighbor soon!” My voice was low, barely a whisper, and hungry “oh well, I shall feed shortly, and well by the looks of it.”

It was time, and I stepped out onto the path just feet behind my treat.

“Hello, little Alice, are you lost?” I asked; my yellow eyes must sparkle. “I would love to help you if I might?” I blocked her escape back to the White Queen’s lands; her only choice now was deeper into mine.

“Ah, alright, I am Alice,” the sweet thing started, stepped back a little before yielding a proper curtsey. Fear was lovely in the air, but I sense perhaps a tinge of arousal?

“I am looking for the Ratter and Habbit.” She stammered, shaking her head. “No, I mean the Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit.” She smiled at her correction, then took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Her breasts looked deliciously lovely at the breath.

“Oh dear, I saw them just a few moments ago, away.” I gestured in the wrong direction, deeper into my domain, opposite the direction her friends lay sleeping. “That way, I think. I get turned around so.” I smiled reassuringly or as close as I could make out. “Poor dears had a rough morning, rather strenuous it seemed. I believe they were having a lie-in, I think you would say.”

“Now? But it is nearly tea; I was hoping to share it with them.” She paused, eyes fastened on the ground at her feet; the sadness in her voice was thick. “… before…” yet another long pause.

I took this opportunity to move forward, careful so as not to startle the girl. “Oh, poor dear, is there something the matter?”

It was all I could do to restrain my claws and rip her clothing from her and feed even here; I restrained myself, but only just.

“I must wed tomorrow,” Again, her voice trailed off.

“Congratulations, my dear little sweet, but you do not seem happy, and you use the word must?” I tried to pack as much warmth into that response as possible while wondering what charms might be within the acres and acres of blue and white cotton and silk.

“Mother and Father are both dead, the Will states I must marry to inherit my wealth or I must I must….” Her cheeks burst red, “I must do what I must to survive.”

Putting my arm around the girl who came only to my breasts, her mouth the perfect height. “Oh dear little sweet Alice, you can stay with me.” I turned her to face me. Her eyes never left my cleavage. I lifted her chin to meet my eyes. “You need never leave.”

“Oh, thank you, I am sure, but the White Queen was clear. I may not stay in her lands….” She tries to move away; the scent of her fear is growing, but not as quickly as her arousal.

“Oh, but you are in luck!” My claws extend a little, as do my fangs. “For you see, little darling, her authority ends away there,” I wave my hand away to the west, my long black shiny claws now clearly evident, “this is my domain.” Then, sweeping my arm around my realm as I carefully extend my claws and tantalize her through the thin material of her dress. I pull her tighter to show her my strength. “I am the absolute ruler here, and we will have all we need.”

“No, I could not impose, truly, I wished to just meet with…,” she seemed to look confused as I fixed her izmit yabancı escort with my eyes, willing her to submit, her breasts rising and falling faster and faster, filling the fabric that hid them.

“Then you trespass in my domain, sweet one,” my low growl clear. “I dislike trespassers.”

I allowed my fur to appear, my claws to grow to their full length, and my fangs; grew to my full height of eight feet. Alice gawked up in awe, frozen to the spot. “Normally, I would castigate you,” my voice lower than it once was, no longer light and friendly.

“I will allow you one chance to escape my justice. You will run. I will chase. If you reach your friends before I find you, you will be free of my justice,” leaning in close to her ear, my hot breath directed down toward that lovely hidden treasure below her beautiful throat, “but if I capture you first, I will keep you until I have had my fill….”

I ran the back of my clawed paw down her neck to the peaks hidden barely by the cloth, now rapidly dampening with the sweat of her fear.

Now I could feel my desire build, my loins filled with the lust that only little Alice could sate. Where she likely had a nub, I have the gift of a girl cock, a cock that began to fill. She could not help but notice. I could provide her with no cubs, but I would fill her and make her mine. More than any human could hope ever to possess. Her eyes fixed on my appendage; her attention fueled its rise. It would make my pursuit a challenge, but her capture all the sweeter.

“Which I promise will be a very, very, very, long time.” I licked her ear with my rough tongue; she shivered and chirped. Finally, I growled, “Yummy.”

“I have done nothing wrong; I did not mean to become lost; the White Queen told me they came this way,” She shivered and shook and dripped; I could smell her sex.

“Oh, she did, did she? I will have to thank her.” My first claw caught on the fabric above the rise of the prize I wished to see. I allowed it to tear a small hole to peek at that lovely, luscious land. She shivered visibly; the air filled with the perfume of her Rose Petal soap and her aroma.

“Regardless, you trespass without my leave.” Then, dropping my head to see her eyes better and she can see my fully cat face, and I feel her with my whiskers.

“Prepare to run.” She trembled from head to toe.

In one swift movement, my claw worked its magic, and I tore her silly frock from neck to hem. She screamed and clutched at the rents to cover the treasures it once hid. My right hand grabbed the back of the collar and lifted it away. Her hands flashed to her tightly corseted breasts. Her efforts were failing to cover her charms, as luscious as I had hoped and by their conspicuous movements, desperate for release. I licked my lips and twitched my ears. Around her hips and legs were petticoats which no doubt hid bloomers, I was uncertain, but soon I would know.

“Time to run sweet meat!” I smacked her hard on the rump; she screamed yet again and was off.

“You might wish to rid yourself of those heels!” I shouted and laughed as she careened deeper into my domain.

‘Oh goodness!’ watching the vision of her firm little butt racing away, her corset I had left, as a fun little dainty. I leapt to a tree and placed my pennant high in its branches some thirty feet up.

“A proper standard for a proper hunt.” I laughed again, taking in the breeze; she headed for the river and my grotto. My pool house is there, along with my playroom.

“Better and better.” My interests were growing, as was my desire.

‘I think I should make a game of this.’ And I was off after my treat.

Chapter 15

The next morning Janice woke up late as it was now after 9:30 when she got out of bed. She had spent the night on the phone with Jason when she got home telling him how she had changed her hairstyle. Although he had wanted her to come over to his place so that he could see it, Janice told him no he would just have to wait until Friday. It was torcher for both of them as she so wanted to show him and more importantly let him fuck her like the slut she felt she had been the last 2 days. But it was more important to her that she could resist him and her urges for sex. Male sex that is, female sex was a different kind of fun as it was new to her. But male sex was far more important to her, making love with Jason was by far the best!

As she sat on the side of the bed, Janice looked down at her nipples checking for any signs of bruising or any other marks. Luckily she didn’t see anything, she than ran her fingers softly around her areolas and nipples which felt good but there was still a little soreness. It had become her recent practice when at home or at Jason’s going topless was the way she liked it. She quickly busied herself with making the bed no need to change the sheets as they were still clean. A fact that she was sure would not be the case after was planned for tonight.

After fixing herself a cup of coffee and a lite breakfast of toast and 2 scrambled eggs. Janice got to work on preparing the house and more importantly the study where she stored the Allure products. She wanted to show young Allison how to take care of ordering, receiving and shipping products to her clients. This would be something that she wanted Allison to be responsible for, that is if she wanted to learn the business.

Before Janice knew it was 2pm, with all the things she had busied herself with as well as the mixed in texting with Jason. She still hadn’t showered and styled her hair like Natalie had shown her. She was just about to step into the shower when she got another text alert on her phone. Thinking it might be Jason, she picked up the phone to see what naughty text he sent her this time. To her surprise it was from Allison, it read:

“My manager just told me I could leave for the day as we’re slow. Would it be okay if I came to your house early?”

Janice replied back, “Sure come on over I was just stepping into the shower. I should be out by the time you get here, I’ll leave the front door unlocked so just come in.”

Natalie texted back, “I could use a shower too, if you would like to wait we could take one together?”

The thought of that did sound like fun, but Janice needed to prove to her young protégé that work will always come before pleasure. She instead texted her back the following:

“There will be plenty of time for that later tonight if she was a good girl. Be careful coming over.”

Now naked, Janice ran to the front door making sure it was unlocked and then back to the bathroom to get a quick shower.

Reading the reply text from Janice, Allison was a little disappointed when she read there would be no showers together when she got there. But it did make her body tingle all over that she would be spending the night with Janice.

Punching out Natalie, quickly ran to her car that was parked in the non-resident section of the parking garage. She had packed a small bag with a couple changes of what she thought was her sexiest clothes. Allison hadn’t got much sleep from the previous two nights as all she could think about was being with Janice. A woman that was a few years older than her own mother, that fact didn’t bother her. In fact, it excited her even more. Even at her young age, Allison had read erotic stories of young women such as herself having sexual relationships with a much older men. One who is more experienced in the ways of making love unlike the boys of her own age. Allison had lost her virginity to just such a boy 4 years ago. The experience had left a lot to be desired for her, as he didn’t last long enough. It was over pretty much before she was just starting to get over the initial pain of him entering her. There had been two other boys since then both being better than the first but still not what she was expecting. Then she worried, was she expecting too much, at least right now.

Then she had her first female experience with her next door neighbor, Christy who was in her late 20’s. She was smart, attractive, and very outgoing when she moved in next door to her parents home. They soon hit it off as Christy would invite her over to listen to music or watch movies together as she was new to the city and really had no friends.

One afternoon Christy had invited Allison to watch a movie with her on Netflix. It was a racy flick with two young women who were traveling across the country for some odd reason Allison couldn’t remember exactly as it was pretty lame. But Christy was enjoying it so she decided she would stick it out. Halfway through the movie the young heroines got a little drunk and started kissing. This led to heavy petting kaynarca escort to full on sex. Up to this point Allison had never thought about sex with another female so she was quite surprised by what she was watching. Christy noticed her discomfort of what was happening on the TV.

“Allison, are you ok,” Christy asked her.

“Yes, I just never seen two girls kissing and much less having sex,” Allison answered.

“Are you serious, so you’ve never kissed a girl before” Christy chided her young friend.

“No, I mean, I just never thought about it,” Allison fired back, afraid her answer sounded too lame.

“Well, would you like to try it,” Christy asked, hoping Allison would be willing to try it.

Not sure what to do, Allison just sat there dumbfounded as she weighed the options in her head. Sexually, she felt she was pretty adventurous, she had sucked a few cocks each time swallowing their cum she had worked so hard to get. She also thought Christy was very pretty and felt lucky she would even want to spend time with her much less want to kiss her.

“I tell you what, Allison we can try it once and see how you like it,” Christy offered.

“Ok, I guess we can do that,” Allison said, now very nervous.

Since they were sitting next to each other on the couch, Christy leaned into Allison giving her a soft kiss on the lips. It was a kiss like Allison had never felt before as the boys she had been with had been harder and more aggressive from her experience. Christy’s kiss was soft and gentle and lasted maybe 5 seconds which seemed like an eternity to Allison.

“So what do you think,” Christy asked Allison.

“It was nice, you have really soft lips, not like the boys I’ve kissed before.”

“Would you like to do it again,” Christy asked.

“Yes, I would.” This time Allison was the one who leaned into Christy. Again the kiss or kisses were soft and playful. It was Christy who initiated tongue play tenderly probing between Allison slightly open lips. Without resistance Allison took the probing tongue of her older friend into her mouth, meeting it with her own tongue. It wasn’t long before their French kissing turned into heavy petting that led to clothes being removed. Allison was following the lead of Christy sucking on nipples to licking pussy.

Allison was hooked on it and was enjoying every minute she had with Christy. Being older and more experienced Christy was teaching young Allison how to have sex, not quick and hurried like she had experienced with boys. She had really enjoyed her time with Christy but once she found out Allison had just turned 18 she never did anything else with her. The invites got few and fewer until eventually Christy had a boyfriend that she spent all her time with.

Allison took it in stride realizing that it was a valuable sexual experience that taught her a lot about herself in what she liked and how to please someone else. She held no hard feelings towards Christy, in fact she was grateful that she had taken the time to teach her about making love.

***

Allison easily found Janice’s home by putting the address into her phone’s GPS. Pulling into the driveway she thought the neighborhood was much like the one she grew up in but maybe a little more upscale. The house was a modest two story reddish brown brick home with a nice covered front porch. Grabbing her overnight bag and purse Allison walked up the 4 steps of the front porch to the front door. Taking a deep breath to calm herself she opened the door as she was told to do.

“HELLO, JANICE!” Allison announced herself as she looked around the house. It was decorated much like her own home or to be more exact, her parent’s home. “HELLO,” again she shouted out, not wanting to frighten Janice.

“YES, Allison I’m back here,” Allison heard coming from the back of the house. Walking back towards the sound of Janice’s voice she entered into what she assumed was the master bedroom, Allison saw light coming from the bathroom. “Janice, are you in here,” she asked tentatively, afraid of being too nosey?

“Yes, come on in,” Janice replied as she was finishing applying the last bit of makeup.

“OH MY GOD, Janice, I love it!” Allison said, excited with Janice’s new look. “You look absolutely stunning, I can’t believe how much different you look. Is this what you were doing yesterday? OMG, I can’t believe how much different you look. I mean, if I didn’t know you any better and I saw you in the building, I don’t know if I would recognize you. “

Janice was loving the admiration young Allison was pouring onto her. It made her even more confident that Jason was going to like her new look as well. After all, he was the reason why she did it to make him want to be with her. Even though she knew his love for her was genuine she wanted to make him more comfortable being with her when they were in public. Although it was she, who was more uncomfortable than Jason. Jason frankly didn’t care about what others thought or at least that was what he kept telling her.

Allison orhanlı escort was watching Janice in the mirror continuing to touch up her makeup. As well as, admiring what Janice was wearing, which was a simple white t-shirt that must have come out of Jason’s closet as it was another fraternity shirt promoting some kind of frat party. Along with the t-shirt she had on a pair of blue jean shorts that unbeknownst to Allison, Janice had pulled out of her daughters’ closet. She assumed that she was wearing nothing else as she could clearly see two hard points pushing against the cotton t-shirt material.

Joking with Janice, Allison asked, “It doesn’t feel cold in here so you must be glad to see me?”

Janice at first didn’t catch her meaning until she caught on to where Allison was looking. With a sly smile, she replied, “I don’t know what on earth you mean”, in her sweetest southern drawl. Then walked past the young girl, telling her to come with her.

As she followed Janice through the bedroom, mesmerized by the swaying of the mature woman’s nice round ass. Ally quipped, “I’ll come with you wherever and whenever you want Ma’am!”

This put a big smile on Janice’s face that this young sexy girl was wanting what she wanted if not more. Walking into the study, Janice started going over what she wanted Allison to help her with when she noticed a disappointed look on her face.

“What’s the matter hun?” Janice asked with a concerned look on her face.

Disappointed, Allison answered as she was looking around the room afraid to look Janice in the eye as she voiced her disapproval. “I was hoping we could, um play a little first,” Allison replied with a dejected look on her face.

Janice walked over to Allison taking her hands into her own looking her in the eyes telling her. “Sweetie there’s nothing more than I want to do than “play” with you, but work will always come first. After we’re done with it we will have until tomorrow morning to do anything and everything we want with each other, okay!” Janice said, seeing the joy coming back into her young protégé’s eyes.

Liking what she was just told, Allison was ready to do what she was asked. “Yes, Janice I will do whatever you ask of me,” Allison answered.

“Be careful with what you are saying, I might ask you to do this naked.” Janice half-jokingly quipped.

“INaked, you want, naked, you will get,” Allison said, as she quickly stripped off her clothes and was now standing in the buff in front of Janice wearing nothing but a huge smile on her face.

Shocked that Allison so readily removed her clothes Janice quickly gathered herself saying, “In the future I expect all my commands to be followed just as quickly. Now let’s get to work putting away this product I received this morning.”

Janice began showing the young naked girl how to log the product received matching it with the correlating order #. Although Allison was doing everything that she was being shown precisely. Janice externally was trying to be as business professional as she could, all things considered as a beautiful young naked girl was in front of her doing everything she was told to do perfectly. Internally she was a mess, as all she wanted to do was throw her across her late husband’s desk that was now her desk with Allison’s legs spread wide and her tongue buried between the young girl’s pussy lips. It would be her first attempt at pleasuring a woman orally and she was so excited to try it.

While they worked or to be more correct Allison worked and Janice sat back admiring the young girl’s beauty. Allison explained to Janice that what she was doing was also her main task at work of keeping up with inventory. Which explained how she so quickly took to what Janice wanted from her.

The next thing Janice showed her was how to go over the scheduled orders. This meant a customer could have set refills for all different kinds of items like cosmetics, soaps & lotions, to even perfumes. This task would require her to make sure the client hadn’t made any changes and if so apply the proper correction to the order form. After a few examples Allison got the idea of what was needed to where she had the task completed in less than 30 minutes. This normally took Janice on average an hour to complete.

So impressed by Allison’s ability to complete the tasks she gave her, Janice asked her a question. “Allison, would you be interested in coming over every Wednesday and handling these tasks for me, I’ll pay you of course?”

“Yes, I’d love to!” She answered with a big smile on her face. Which looked so damn sexy, naked as she was.

“Now, hold on!” Janice said, as she started to explain more. “Here is what I have in mind for you, as we’ve already discussed I want to use you as my model/sales assistant when I do Allure parties. For that as we discussed I’ll pay you $50 +20% of sales from the party. Wednesday will be another $50 and if you do any sales on your own I’ll give you the commission for that sale. I think if we average a party a week you could tepeören escort easily pocket $150-200 tax free. What do you think?”

“Although the money sounds great there’s one thing you left out that I want the most?” Allison said, with a sly smile.

Janice knew exactly what else she wanted but played along, “What else would you want, she asked, leaning back in her chair.

“I want YOU, I want to have sex with you after I finish my work on Wednesday’s, spending the night when I can,” Allison said as she leaned across the desk her young B cup breasts in full view of Janice.

“Deal,” Janice blurted out as her hands shot out towards Allison’s breasts cupping them in her hands. “I just hope you don’t get too tired of me taking advantage of you.” Janice said as she squeezed her nipples hard between her thumb and forefingers. This caused Allison to squeal out in both pain and pleasure. Leaning up to kiss Allison for the first time since she had seen her last. Their kiss was both passionate but more aggressive as they both wanted this so bad. Still holding her nipples firmly in her hands Janice stood up, breaking their kiss. “It’s time for you to get cleaned up now don’t you think,” Janice said, as she released her nipples taking her young protégé’s hand in hers leading her back to the master bathroom.

She pointed to the shampoo & conditioner along with the body soap, telling her to hurry as she would be waiting in bed for her. She then pulled out a big fluffy towel to dry off with as she watched Allison step into the shower.

“Please join me Janice,” Allison pleaded.

Janice looked her over like a luxurious piece of candy that Allison truly is, saying “I will the next time we shower but I want you first in my bed. So be thorough but hurry!” She said as she walked out of the bathroom.

As she heard the shower come on, Janice went to lock the front door. She then went into the kitchen pouring herself a glass of Lambrusco. An alcoholic drink that she had learned to enjoy as it relaxed her, helping to wash away any inhibitions she might have. Which today she thought to herself wasn’t many. She thought to herself how she was about to have sex with the 2nd female in her life and she was quite confident she was going to have her 3rd tomorrow when she picked up her custom fit bras. Then she felt really slutty thinking who would be the 4th & 5th and so on as she knew she would have as many as she wanted. That is if Jason didn’t mind, the only thing that she wouldn’t have sex with was another man. Jason and her late husband John would be the only men that would have the pleasure of fucking her.

Speaking of Jason, she sent him a quick text:

“Hello my Love, just wanted you to know that Allison is in the shower and when she gets out they will be very busy for who knows how long.”

Luckily when Jason received her text he was alone in his office as his cock instantly went hard thinking about Janice and young Allison naked having sex for the rest of the night. He replied:

“Are you nervous?”

Janice: “Yes, although I’ve dabbled a little but nothing like what’s about to happen. What if I’m no good at this and I disappoint Allison?”

Jason: “Just be yourself, go with what feels good to yourself and do the same thing to her.”

Janice: “You’re right! I’m just so nervous, I’m having a glass of Lambrusco to calm my nerves. Lol”

Jason: “You’re going to be great, I wish I could watch, lol!!!”

Janice: “I love you, Jason!”

Jason: “I love you, too!”

Janice was sitting her phone down on the kitchen counter to take another drink when Allison stepped around the corner. Startled Janice screamed “OH SHIT”, as she almost dropped the glass. With nothing but a towel wrapped around her body, Allison took the glass from Janice’s hand. She put it up to her nose to smell what Janice was drnking. Then she tipped it up drinking what was remaining, the whole time looking into Janice’s eyes. “Mmmm, Lambrusco I love it, please pour us some more,” Allison requested.

Janice did as she was asked, taking the bottle out of the refrigerator pouring more into the glass that Allison was holding. “How did you know this was Lambrusco,” Janice asked, as she replaced the cap on the bottle. “Aren’t you to “YOUNG” to be drinking alcohol”, she quipped as she took the glass from her to have another drink then handing it back to young Ally.

Taking another drink, Ally looked Janice in the eyes and asked, “Does my age bother you?”

Hmm, thinking how to answer her question, as she took the glass, tipping it up to her lips and she took another drink finishing what was left in the glass. This time Allison grabbed the bottle from the refrigerator topping off the glass as she waited for her reply.

Janice took another drink as she continued to look at Ally. “At first, yes it did, I must admit. Deep down I know what we are doing is wrong as I feel like I’m taking advantage of your umm, Youth.” Knowing she wanted to say, naiveté. But who was more naïve Allison or herself? Janice continued, “But this is all new to me so to be honest I’m more worried that my age may bother you, after all I’m more than old enough to be your mother! But I feel I can trust you to be as respectful to our Friendship as I will be to you.”

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Even though Cari was still a virgin at 18, she knew that she absolutely loved sex. She planned on having a life filled with sexual adventure. She daydreamed constantly about sex. She wanted to try everything there was to try, and she wanted to start this process soon. As much as she enjoyed masturbation, she knew it was time to find other people to share her horniness with.

In fact, Cari masturbated so often that she sometimes found it hard to get anything else done. Sometimes for three or four hours a day, she’d play with herself. Even at work, she’d sneak off to be alone to relieve some of the burning she felt from her young and eager pussy. And when she was alone at home, she pulled out all of the stops. Her favorite thing to do was to climb onto her bathroom sink counter, and fuck herself with her toys. She loved to watch herself, to watch the toys slip into her cunt, to see how the juices seeped out when she penetrated herself. She really had no inhibitions; she began to suck on her dildo after it had been inside of her, and really loved her taste, and it just made her hotter to know she was doing something that so many people would find obscene. She even began playing with her puckered asshole. She saw it in the mirror and loved the way it looked. The fist time she touched it with her smallest vibrator, she nearly passed out from the sensation. She knew that when the time was right, she’d make some men very happy by giving them her hot ass.

Cari could not deny it. She found herself to be very sexy. The countertop masturbation sessions went on for hours at a time. She loved the way she looked; she loved the curves of her body, and the soft feel of her skin. She loved the way she looked and smelled when she came. She loved it all so much; she just knew that she needed to find another sexy girl to play with.

This new determination kept Cari horny constantly. There were so many hot looking girls in her classes, she stayed wet all day just thinking of what she would like to do to them. Still, weeks went by and she was not able to make herself come on to a girl, as much as she wanted to. Finally though, something wonderful happened. In one class, the professor paired up students to work on a project together. Cari’s partner agrı escort was to be Julie, one of the girls she had been fantasizing about.

Julie was, like Cari, 18, though it was hard to believe. She was a petit redhead. She had great curves for her frame and the results were impressive. Her breasts swelled perfectly inside of her sweaters and blouses, and her flat stomach flowed into beautifully lined hips and a perfect apple of an ass. In spite of her curves, Julie looked very young. She wore very little make up. She didn’t need to. And she would often wear her hair in a disarray of various pigtails, pointed any which way off of her head. It all gave her a very fresh look She looked to Cari like a girl who could be a freshman in high school, not college.

All day Cari had been even more turned on than usual, and more than a little nervous. Julie was coming over that night to work on their assignment. She wanted so bad to get her mouth on that girl’s pussy. She knew it was risky, but just the though of Julie’s firm body made Cari’s cunt gush, so she would take the chance.

On this night Julie wore an outfit that made her look particularly young and slutty. It was the classic, nearly cliché, schoolgirl outfit; thigh-high white stockings, green and blue plaid skirt, and a very tightly fitting white blouse. The black lace bra was easily seen through the material of the blouse. Cari gasped when Julie came in. She had to remind herself that the girl was her own age; so she didn’t feel guilty that she was about to seduce someone who seemed SO young.

With her mind made up, it became very easy to flirt with Julie. The first thing she did was to compliment her outfit.

“That is a very hot outfit, Julie. You look like an older man’s wet dream.”

Julie giggled, “Yeah, I like to play it up. I know how young I look. It freaks a lot of these college boys out, but older men love it. Once they find out that I look like this, but I’m legal AND like to fuck, well I can get anything from them.”

This actually made Cari blush. Any conversations she had had before this with Julie were only about schoolwork. To have their friendship jump ahead that fast made her feel very at ease. escort ağrı She giggled back at Julie and said they should get to work.

The project was going well. They took turns at the computer, typing their different parts. They worked well together. Then something happened that made Cari wonder just who was going to seduce whom. She left Julie at the computer while she was in the bathroom, and then in the kitchen making them a snack. When she came back, Julie seemed a little flushed, and she definitely had undone the two top buttons on her blouse. The sexy black lace bra was clearly visible to Cari now.

“I have a confession to make,” Julie said. ” I was tired of typing, so I started wandering around your hard drive. I found this.” She clicked a button and a picture popped on the screen of two beautiful women in a passionate kiss, their tongues playing together.

Cari was a little embarrassed; she thought Julie would hate her for the pictures. Instead Julie asked, “Have you ever done that, Cari? I mean with another girl?”

Again Julie’s frankness and gentleness put Cari at ease. “No I’ve never been with another person at all. I just really like to play with myself.”

“Oh, me too! Masturbation can be so great,” Julie answered. “But I have to have some cock too, I just need to feel that penetration. One time though, I was with another girl. I loved it, even though the whole thing was really strange.”

“How was it strange?” Cari asked.

“I was with one of the older men I mentioned, he’s a widower, and we were at his house, fucking like crazy. It was the middle of the day so we were just in the living room; he had me bent over the arm of the sofa, doing me from behind. I looked up and noticed his daughter was staring at us. At first I freaked out, but her dad just said ‘Hi Sweetie’ to her and kept pounding me. She just took off her clothes and walked right up to me. I was scared, but she put her pussy right up to my mouth and I went for it. She tasted so sweet that I couldn’t stop. That afternoon the three of us did everything. Watching him ass fuck his own daughter was the most intense thing I’ve ever seen. I got so turned on that I ate his cum out of her ass.”

Cari ağrı escort bayan was stunned to silence during the story, but finally was able to respond by saying “Shit that is hot!”

Julie giggled, “I can see you REALLY liked hearing that.”

Cari was so turned on that she had pulled up her skirt and was stroking her cunt without realizing it. The look on Julie’s face said she did not mind, so Cari laughed back. “Yeah, I really need to get off Julie.” She continued playing.

“Oooh Cari, that is so hot, I need to get off too.” With that Julie took down the last of her buttons and removed her blouse. Then she raised her skirt as well showing black panties that matched the bra. She started to rub her cunt through the material, but then pleased Cari by taking off the panties and bra, standing there fully naked. This petit girl was so hot, and so confident. Cari continued rubbing herself with her hand in her panties.

Julie stepped toward Cari and grabbed her wrists. She then lifted Cari’s hand out of her panties and to her mouth. Julie licked Cari’s cunt juiced from her fingers, and then kissed her deeply, moving them to the bedroom. Their tongues played as they shared the juices from Cari’s hot pussy. The nervousness had left and there was only passion as Julie removed Cari’s panties and began to eat her. She must have come three times, each with much intensity, as Julie teased her clit and explored with her tongue.

They kissed again, for a long time, as they caressed and fondled each other’s bodies. The feelings overwhelmed Cari; she thought she might cry from happiness. She wanted to make Julie come. She moved down between Julie’s legs. She stopped to admire how lovely this pussy was. It was shaven, except for a small patch of red hair. The lips were very puffy and swollen. It was dotted with beads of moisture. With her first lick and taste of another pussy, Cari knew that women would always be a part of her sexual exploration.

The softness, the beauty, and the smells that she loved so much in her own body were there in Julie, only slightly different. The smell and taste of Julie’s cunt was different from her own, but they were both amazing. She wondered how other women tasted, and couldn’t wait to find out. She ate Julie over and over, savoring every minute, bringing her off again and again. She then crawled up and kissed Julie again with deep, lustful kisses. Finally, Cari fell back onto the bed, exhausted, and drifted to sleep holding on to her new lover.

To Be Continued…

In The Conference Room, No One Can Hear You Scream!

“Holy sweetness, and good God, you two look so sexy down there between my legs. Here it comes, girls!” A warm stream of piss shot out of Diane’s pussy in an arcing stream as Skyler and Andrea took turns filling their mouths full of the delicious yellow nectar. Each one gulped down as quickly as they could and took over while the other was swallowing. Diane rubbed her clit at a high rate of speed as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Skyler let the urine shoot straight down her throat as Andrea using two fingers, fucked Diane’s dripping pussy hole. Both women used Diane’s piss as hair gel, spreading it through their scalps with their fingertips.

“Get ready, Skyler; she’s a gusher,” Andrea said as she watched Diane’s face. Her “orgasm face” was gorgeous when she came, and Andrea did not want to miss her cumming. “Oh, my God, she is going to cum hard!”

“Tug on my pussy lips and slap my clit!” Diane screamed as Skyler pulled on her pussy lips while balancing a mouthful of warm piss in her mouth. Diane looked down, saw Skyler’s offering, and nodded for her to give her what she had. Skyler, on her knees, shuffled over to Diane’s face and snowballed her piss into her mouth. Diane drank it down while she was ramping up for a massive orgasm. Skyler went back to work on Diane’s pussy lips while Andrea sucked on Diane’s clit like a vacuum cleaner set on ‘turbo.’ Taking turns, the two women slapped Diane’s clit and then sucked on it hard and fast.

“Ohhhhhhhhh–Fuck my sluts–drink my CUM! Here it comes! My pretty cumdumpsters, I am CUMMMING SO HARD!”

Diane reached under her hamstrings, lifting her legs and feet into the air. Her toes curled hard like knuckles being cracked as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“OHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD FUCK! I am cumming sooooooooooooo goood again!”

Skyler’s face and lips took most of the sweet, creamy cumshot while Andrea rubbed her clit as fast as she could. One orgasm after another came in waves as Diane begged them to stop.

“No fucking way, you whore! You’ve got more in you, cum for me, my stunning cumqueen!” Andrea demanded as she and Skyler both used a finger each to fuck Diane in her pussy and asshole. The rhythm was fast, and each one tongue fucked each other’s mouth while Diane looked on.

“Oh my God, I am cumming again sooooooo fucking good!” Diane said as she leaned back and pinched both her nipples, bucking her ass in the air. Skyler and Andrea followed her tight tanned ass up and down, spreading Diane’s legs as far as they could without splitting her in half. They took turns fucking, licking, and sucking on her sweet asshole and cream-covered pussy hole.

“AHHHHH OH MY GOD! fuuuuuuck, you’re making me cum again!”

An enormous jet spray of warm cum shot out of Diane’s pussy into Andrea’s waiting mouth.

Skyler begged Andrea for a taste of Diane’s sticky and sweet cumshot. Skyler’s open mouth received a mouthful of cum and spit from Andrea along with a massive kiss.

“Spit it all over her face,” Andrea instructed Skyler, “she loves that sooo much!”

Diane closed her eyes and stuck out her waiting tongue. Her mouth was a wide-open as she could get it without dislocating her jaw. Skyler held onto Diane’s short spiky hair and spit the cum and spit mixture all over her mouth and face. Skyler rubbed kocaeli escort it into Diane’s face, tits, and neck as the two of them passionately kissed.

“Spit on me again!” Diane asked of Skyler. Skyler eased her fingers into her own sopping hole and scooped out her warm cream. Sucking it off her fingers, she held it in her mouth until there was an entire ball of liquid ready for action.

“This time, open your eyes and take my cum!” Skyler told her, slapping Diane in the face.

Diane moaned hard and loved the turn of events. “Fucking slap me again, you fucking slut!”

Skyler held onto her pretty face and slapped Diane on both her cheeks hard. Diane moaned as she reached between Skyler’s legs and swiped a finger full of warm sticky precum from between her engorged lips. Skyler sighed with happiness, spitting her own juices all over Diane’s eyes, lips, and breasts.

“Oh my God, I love it so much!” Diane told Skyler as they began kissing again.

Diane was breathing hard and heavy. Her legs and arms went limp as a ragdoll. Looking down, she smiled at her slut, Andrea, covered from head to toe in her piss and cum. “I owe you two a massive orgasm, wow! It does not take a genius to figure out you had this planned. Therefore, I am taking a million dollars off your proposal. Yes, I truly believe that was a million-dollar orgasm that I will never forget.”

Andrea noticed Diane had tears seeping from the corners of her eyes. “Are you crying, baby?”

“Yes, those were the most intense orgasms I have ever had in my life. It was life-changing for me. I truly love you two for what you have done for me.”

“Aww, that is so sweet. We love you too, Diane. Skyler said as Andrea agreed. Moving towards Diane, Andrea held her head in her hands and gave Diane a long sensuous kiss.

“Believe me, baby, this will not be the last time the three of us get together,” Andrea told her, smiling as Skyler nodded in agreement.

“Okay, you two sluts, let’s get back to work!” Diane told them with a loud handclap.

All three women mischievously laughed as Diane told them to both get up on top of the table and get on all fours. With their dripping pretty cunts facing Diane, she told them to kiss each other and don’t stop. Diane began at their toes, sucking on each one, taking them in her mouth, drooling all over them until both women were moaning while lapping the lips and tongue of the other.

Diane peeked up at them as Skyler and Andrea cleaned each other’s throats with their tongues. Both women were moaning as Diane brushed both her index fingers up and down their wet slits. They both jumped every time her finger got to their clits. She would stop for a split second, pause on their red swollen love buttons, and push slightly with her thumbs. This drove both women wild as they shook their asses and cooed even louder.

“I have got a present for both of you!” she exclaimed loudly, holding up two vibrators with U-shapes and three prongs each.

“What, you just carry around dildos in your purse all day?” Andrea asked her, laughing.

“You should see my bedside table!” Diane said, laughing with them as she explained the new technology she was holding. One of the vibrators was transparent, and the other was blue. “Okay, now, the large bumpy end of these goes inside of your gorgeous shit holes. This other medium-size finger-looking thingy goes kocaeli escort bayan inside of your stunning cunts, and this little tab at the top, well, you’ll just have to feel what this does. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” they both said in unison.

“Yes, who?” Diane said sternly as she smacked both of their ass cheeks several times until they were apple red with handprints.

“Wow! Yes, Mistress Diane?” Skyler asked, hoping for more slaps.

“Yes, Mistress, Diane,” Andrea roared as she moaned, pinching her nipples as hard as she could take it.

“That’s better, my sluts. Here we go, you whores!” Diane lubed the anal part of the dildos up with her saliva drool and slowly shoved each of the rubber toys inside of their greedy rectums, which took the entire finger-like apparatus inside, sucking them up quickly.

Both women moaned loudly, kissing each other again.

“Oh my God! My asshole feels soooooooo good!” Andrea said, kissing Skyler.

“Yes, it does, baby!” Skyler thundered, wiggling her ass around, back arched as far as it would go.

Diane eased the other finger of the dildos inside of each of their dripping holes. Both women jumped again as the fingers both clamped against each other, heated up, and vibrated at a high rate of speed. The small tab on the dildo fastened itself against their clits and tapped on it rhythmically.

“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” Andrea screamed as the dildo did its job, taking care of her erogenous zones by vibrating, swirling, and bouncing simultaneously; nothing a human could ever do so efficiently.

“FUCK ME!–IT IS FUCKING ME SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!” Skyler screamed as she lifted her head up, swinging her long black hair around, shaking her ass for all to see. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Andrea kissed her hard as they both screamed inside of each other mouths.

Diane chuckled as she made them catch their breath by turning the app down on her phone. Sliding out a chair from the side of the table of the girl’s faces, Diane propped the chair up against the wall and took off all of her clothes. She used her toes like fingers putting them up on the edge of the table, grabbing ahold of the wood. She spread her legs so that each woman had a foot under their chin. Diane pushed the pink dildo slowly inside of her holes, moaning the entire time. It was the exact same model as the ones the girls had, so they could all get the very same pleasure at the exact same time.

“Lick my toes and suck on them, you fucking cum queens! The more drool I get running down my legs, the harder you will cum. Do you understand, you bitches?”

“Yes, Mistress Diane,” they both said again in unison.

“You two sluts have to be ready for the big one already, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please, Mistress Diane!” Andrea said, licking between Diane’s toes.

“Oh my God, yes, Mistress Diane! Please make me cum!” Skyler told her, moaning loudly as she spits all over Diane’s feet and toes.

“Ohhhhhh fuck you sluts! That feels so good! Suck on my big toes!” Diane pinched her nipples as she turned the dildo app up to twenty-five percent.

All three women moaned, groaned, and cooed, watching one another as Diane arched her back, having a mini-orgasm. Andrea and Skyler licked and drooled all over both of Diane’s big toes, sucking hard on them as if they were tiny cocks.

“Fuck, kocaeli escort I am cumming, you stunning sluts!” Diane screamed, “take my entire foot in your mouth! Stretch out your cum holes for me! Ohhhhhhhhhhh my God, I love cumming soo hard!” Pinching her nipples hard, rolling them around with her fingertips, Diane spit on Andrea and Skyler’s face. They both licked her spit up and spat it back all over her perky tanned tits and hands. Diane dropped her Vidtablet on the floor, and the app accidentally turned itself up to seventy-five percent.

All three women screamed within seconds of each other. “OHHHH FUCK I AM Cummmmminnnggg ssssssssssssssooooooooooooooo gggggggggoooood!

Their eyeballs rolled into the back of their heads as their pussies gushed out the most beautiful creamy cum. Andrea, now up on her knees, helped the dildo by slapping it hard. Cum ran down the dildo and onto her legs and the tabletop.

Skyler stuck her right forefinger inside her asshole next to the dildo and fucked her rectum hard and fast. She came all over the tabletop as well, scooping it up, licking her fingers clean of the sticky goodness.

Diane, now masturbating using the tab of the dildo on her clit, watched these two as they came all over the top of the table while kissing one another. Both women helped the other by slapping their tits and faces. This just made Diane that much hornier as she removed the dildo and sprayed a gushing stream of cum all over the two women, the table, and the floor. Skyler and Andrea shook and moaned as they came down off an incredible blackout of a cumshot.

“Yes, fill me up, baby!” Andrea yelled as she opened her mouth, taking in as much cum as she could from Diane’s sticky hot stream.

Skyler jumped off the table and began to masturbate Diane’s engorged pussy lips while she was cumming hard.

“OHHHH, my God, you two are making me cum again!” Diane yelled as she shot another gusher towards Andrea, with Skyler rubbing her soaked pussy lips.

“This is incredible!” Skyler said, smiling as she kissed Diane shoving her tongue between her lips.

“Oh my God, I am so spent,” Diane told the two of them as Andrea moaned for them not to move.

Andrea jumped off the table with a mouthful of Diane’s cum mixed her saliva and snowballed it into each woman’s waiting mouth. Skyler and Diane swapped the cum again several times before swallowing the sticky goodness. All three of them kissed passionately and let out huge sighs.

“I am so spent I need someone to dress me, “Skyler told them, laughing. They nodded in agreement.

“My entire body feels like rubber,” Diane said, giggling.

“Well, don’t worry about the mess; I will clean this up later,” Andrea told them, getting dressed. “There is a bathroom through that door, and no one will see you.”

After all three women were cleaned up, they gathered all of their stuff up and gave each other a colossal tongue-filled kiss.

“I will have that proposal over to you tomorrow, Andrea. You can bet there will be a LOT taken off that price.”

“I had no doubt,” Andrea told her, giggling, “I think my subby slut worked out just fine.”

Skyler smirked. She was proud of herself smiling at them.

“Are you two ready?” Andrea asked.

“You bet,” they said.

“I think it is time for a fire drill, don’t you?” Andrea smiled as she pulled the fire alarm. Out in the hallway, people shuffled to the stairs, and a lot of commotion was going on as the red strobe lights went off accompanied by a loud sounding alarm. The three of them filed in between workers on their way out of the building, heading twenty floors down.

Hope you all enjoyed your holidays. I did.

As always, all characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 and over. Hope you enjoy.

Approx. 15k words.

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~ISABELLE~

“Did you enjoy your night, Miss Isabelle?”

I heard Bartholomew’s question, but I was way too excited to answer him. I was trembling, I had goosebumps all over my body, and my heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of my chest. That was probably a normal reaction for someone who’d just streaked across Central Park, but I knew it had nothing to do with that.

As the limo began to move, I turned around in my seat to look at the real reason for my excitement. He was still standing right where I had left him, slowly getting smaller as he watched us drive away.

My big brother.

Even at this distance, I found myself admiring the way his messy dark curls fell into his handsome face. Though, the way he was gaping at us did make him look a little stupid. And I had to laugh when I realized his pants were still around his ankles.

“Miss Isabelle,” said Bartholomew, “may I ask why Master Nathan isn’t accompanying us back to the estate?”

Bartholomew, the man I affectionately called ‘Barty’, was the head butler of my family. He’d been working for us since before I was born, but I’d always treated him more like a grandfather than an employee.

“Because mom said I couldn’t tell him anything yet,” I pouted. “She wants to be the one to explain everything to him.”

I saw Barty frown at me in the rearview mirror.

“But she allowed you to meet with him?”

“Not exactly…” I said, avoiding his reflected gaze.

“Miss Isabelle…,” he said in a gentle but chiding tone.

“Well she never said I couldn’t,” I said defensively. “She just said not to let him know that we’re related, and I didn’t. All I’m doing is having a little fun with him. That’s all.”

Barty gave me a dubious look.

“For your sake, I hope that’s true, Miss Isabelle,” he said. “Your mother can be quite frightful when she’s angry. And I do believe your sister takes after her in that regard.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t worry about my sister, Barty. I can handle her just fine. Anyway, I was hoping you could bring Nathan to the house tomorrow. Can you?”

“I don’t know, Miss Isabelle,” he said. “As I said, your mother’s temper isn’t something to be taken lightly. I’d prefer not to have it directed at me if at all possible.”

I chewed my lip in annoyance. Barty was right. Mom really was scary when she was mad and she was probably going to lose her shit when she found out what I’d done tonight. But now that I’d done it, I just couldn’t hold myself back anymore.

Ever since we finally found Nathan a few weeks ago I’d been looking forward to meeting him; the missing piece of our family. Mom had forbidden me from doing anything more than watching him from a distance until she got back but, in the end, nothing could stop me from approaching him. Initially, I’d only planned to have a little fun with him but, as usual, I got carried away and now my big brother’s warm cum was leaking out of my pussy.

A shiver ran through me as I let myself relive the sex I’d just had with Nathan. It was both amusing and exciting how much more experienced I was than him. Bullying him with my body and watching his reactions had been so much fun. I wanted to do it again. But that would be hard if I had to sneak around without anyone knowing. I needed to get mom’s permission. Even if asking for it meant risking her wrath.

So, after gathering my resolve, I took out my phone, dialed mom’s personal number, and put the phone on speaker so Barty could hear.

“Barty, what time is it in Japan?” I asked after the phone rang several times.

“2 pm, I believe,” he said.

‘She’s definitely awake,’ I thought. ‘Why isn’t she picking up?’

The phone rang for so long that I thought I might have to leave her a message. However, just before it came to that, she answered.

“Izzy, how are you, sweetie?” She said.

A pleasant tingling sensation ran over me when I heard her voice. I always thought that it had a unique mixture of strength and kindness, but she tended to switch between the two depending on the situation. She could sound so intimidating when she was chewing out one of her employees, but at other times she would say my name in a way that made me feel like I was being wrapped up in a warm soft blanket.

“Is everything alright?” she asked in that loving motherly tone. “You didn’t get into another fight with your sister, did you?”

It was funny. I was so calm while the phone was ringing, but now that I was talking to her I immediately became nervous about what I was about to tell her.

“No, no,” I said a little too quickly. “Nothing like that. We’re fine.”

There was a short pause.

“…Izzy,” she said slowly. “What did you do?”

Shit. That took no time at all.

“What? I didn’t do anything.” I said, going on the defensive. After kurtköy escort years of trying to weasel my way out of trouble, feigning innocence when I heard her disapproving tone had become something of a reflex. But, as much as I enjoyed it, now wasn’t the time for our usual game of cat and mouse.

“Wait,” I said before she could say anything else. “Yes… Yes, I did something.”

There was a long sigh on the other end of the phone.

“You talked to him, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I said sheepishly as I practically curled up into the fetal position in my seat.

Another long sigh.

“So… Did you tell him you were his sister?”

“No!” I said quickly. “I didn’t tell him anything. I just wanted to talk to him. Double-check that the private investigators got the right person.”

“They did get the right person, Izzy,” she said flatly. “I even had one of them break into his apartment to get a DNA sample just to be sure. There was no need for you to double check anything.”

I winced as she began laying into me. Mom didn’t shout or anything like that when she was angry. Instead, her voice became cold and dispassionate, snatching my warm blanket away from me. All I wanted at that moment was to get it back.

“…I’m sorry,” I said in a small voice. Then there was another long pause before she broke the silence by sighing for the third time.

“Alright, Izzy,” she said. ” Tell me everything that happened. From the beginning.”

And so, I did. Starting from the moment when I pretended to bump into him while he was on his way to work. Despite the fact that she was clearly displeased with me, she laughed when I told her about how he mistook me for a prostitute. And she laughed again when I told her about picking his pocket; a skill she’d taught me.

Reassured by the sound of her laughter, I continued. I told her everything that happened in the past two days and, although I couldn’t see her, I could tell she was hanging on my every word. I knew she was looking forward to meeting Nathan as much as I had been, so it made me happy to be able to tell her things about her son.

And, of course, when it came to our little adventure in the park, I didn’t skimp on the details. Mom’s low sultry laughter as I described the way Nathan lusted after me and the brother-sister ‘game’ we played put a dirty smile on my face.

“He called you ‘little sister’?” she laughed. “All by himself?”

“I know, right? It surprised me too!”

Mom laughed again.

“It seems he can’t escape what he is. Still, I’ll need to see for myself to be sure.”

The grin on my face grew as I imagined my adorably clueless big brother trying to keep up with mom. She might have been in her fifties, but all of that accumulated experience made her a force to be reckoned with in bed. I could personally attest to that. I licked my lips as I thought about what would happen once mom got her hands on Nathan. But, behind that fantasy, a nagging worry began to push its way to the surface. Something that was bothering me more and more now that my sexual high had worn off.

“Mom…” I began, giving voice to my worries, “Did I… Did I mess everything up? I mean… Do you think he’ll be angry at me once he finds out that I’m his sister?”

“…That’s a possibility,” she said thoughtfully. “However, I’m betting that he’ll be more accepting of what our family is if we help him grow accustomed to it beforehand. But don’t worry about it too much, Izzy. After all, you did exactly what I thought you would do.”

I was grateful for her reassurance, but that last sentence threw me.

“What?” I said dumbly, and mom laughed in a way that almost made it sound like she was mocking me.

“I know you, Izzy,” she said. “A handsome boy like him? There’s no way you’d be able to keep your hands to yourself. In fact, I was counting on it.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “You’re saying that you wanted me to fuck him? Then why did you tell me to stay away from him?”

“Because, Izzy,” she said, and I could tell from her tone that a lecture was on its way. “I wanted to see if you’d developed a little self-control yet.”

“Oh, come on, mom!” I said, literally throwing my hands up in exasperation. Here I was worrying over nothing just because mom wanted to test me.

“Your impulsiveness is going to get you in trouble if you’re not careful,” mom said, continuing to lecture me. “You’re even worse than I was at your age. You should try to learn from your sister-“

“Alright! Alright! I get it! I’ll be a good girl from now on! I promise! Okay?!”

There was a brief pause before she spoke again.

“…You better,” she said in a low tone, her voice filling me with nervous anticipation.

“A-anyway,” I said, quickly changing the subject. “Does that mean I can keep playing with big brother? Barty said he wouldn’t help me unless I got your permission.”

“Tell Bartholomew I said it’s fine,” she said. “As long as you make sure Nathan doesn’t find out the truth, feel aydıntepe escort free to play with him to your heart’s content.”

“Yes!” I shouted, unable to hold back my excitement. “Barty! Mom said it’s okay!”

“One more thing, Isabelle.”

Hearing her suddenly say my full name immediately took the wind out of my sails. It was never a good sign.

“Yes, mommy?” I said.

“I’m cutting your allowance in half until I get back to the states.”

“C-c-cutting my allow….WHAAAT!?” I screamed. It was so loud and sudden that I felt the limo swerve a little as Barty reacted in surprise.

“It’s your own fault,” mom said calmly. “You should have stayed away from Nathan like l asked.”

“But you just said you were gonna tell me to fuck him anyway!”

“Yes, but you were supposed to wait, Isabelle. Remember what I said about self-control? Honestly, I don’t know why you couldn’t have just entertained yourself with that other boy you were playing with. The one you said you met at the gym. God, my memory must be going. What was his name again? I know it started with an ‘N’…or was it an ‘M’?”

“Oh please, mom!” I said with annoyance. “I dumped him as soon as you told me we found Nathan. How could I choose some dumb jock over my own brother?”

“Self-control, Izzy,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Anyway, I’ll be back in a few weeks, so you’ll have to make due until then. Oh, and make sure to give Nathan a kiss for me. Bye.”

And then she hung up on me without bothering to wait for my reply, leaving me staring out the window in shock. Cutting my allowance in half meant making considerable changes to my lifestyle. Subscriptions would have to be cancelled, services discontinued, and most regrettably, I’d have to cut back on my shopping sprees. It was going to be a very difficult couple of weeks.

But it was worth it.

Mom had given me permission to continue my game with Nathan. For the sake of my sanity, I chose to ignore the fact that she would have given it to me anyway and turned my attention to what was going to happen next.

“Barty, could you pick up big brother from his job later today and bring him to the house? His work pattern is pretty constant according to the P.I.’s mom hired, so he should be getting off at around 3.”

“Yes, Miss Isabelle,” he said, and I could have sworn that I heard anticipation in his voice.

I knew exactly how he felt. This reunion with my brother had been a long time coming and, now that I had mom’s blessing, I intended to enjoy every second of it.

***

~NATHAN~

I was so keyed up after the night I had with Isabelle that I ended up staying awake much longer than I should have. As a result, I woke up over an hour late and had to rush to work. I practically ran the entire way, and by the time I staggered through the front door I was about ready to cough up a lung.

“Wow…” said Chris, the store manager, as I struggled for air. “You’re lucky. I was just about to put up the ‘help wanted’ sign.”

“Sorry…” I wheezed out between breaths. “…Overslept…Won’t happen…again…”

Chris just laughed and waved me off in his usual laid-back manner.

“Jeez, kid,” he laughed. “I was joking. Everyone has an off day once in a while, right? God knows you’ve earned a few of ’em with how hard you work. You okay there, Nathan? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Fine…I’m fine,” I said, finally managing to collect myself. “I just need to…catch my breath.”

“Oh, okay. Well, assuming you don’t die, could you go lend Sam a hand with the slurpee machine. I’ll cover the tills. It’s a slow day today, anyway.”

I thanked Chris and then made my way over to Sam, hunched over the slurpee machine as he refilled the different flavors. He was so deep in concentration that he didn’t even notice my presence until I tapped him on the shoulder.

“Yo,” was all I said. I was expecting a similar response from him, but instead, he just looked at me with a suspicious frown on his face.

“W-What?” I said.

“You’re late,” Sam said flatly, but it sounded strangely like an accusation.

“Yeah…So?” I said a little defensively.

“You’re never late,” said Sam.

“Yeah…Well, I overslept. What do you want from me, man?”

Suddenly, Sam stood up straight and pointed an accusatory finger at me to match his tone of voice.

“Last night you sent me a text that said I owed you 20 bucks. You told me Isabelle didn’t show up and that you won the bet. But if that’s true, if Isabelle really didn’t show up, then tell me something. Why are you late, Nathan?…Hmm?…Why are you late, Nathan?”

I looked at Sam’s pointed finger, barely an inch away from my nose before meeting his gaze again. I could have lied. I could have made up some excuse and blown him off. But Sam was my friend and I felt like I owed him more than that. Besides, he’d drag it out of me sooner or later.

So, after looking at him for a few more seconds, I took out my wallet, wordlessly tuzla içmeler escort handed him two tens, and then turned my attention back to the slurpee machine. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sam standing there looking back and forth between me and the money in his hand. Finally, he stuffed the cash into his pocket and put his arm around my shoulder.

“Tell me everything,” he said with a big grin on his face.

“Oh, no,” I said. “That wasn’t part of the deal. You got your money. That makes us even.”

There was no way in Hell I was going to tell Sam about what happened last night. I was having a hard enough time making sense of it without giving him ammunition to pester me about it. But I was foolish to think he would let it go that easily. He briefly looked around to make sure we were alone before whispering to me in a threatening tone like a mugger holding me up in the middle of the night.

“Now you listen to me,” he said. “Your dick is the closest my dick is ever going to get to fucking a hottie like Isabelle. So you’re going to tell me what happened last night or, so help me, I will push your head into this ‘Blue-Raspberry Blast’ and drown you right here in front of God and everybody. Do you want that, Nathan?” Sam said as he started pushing my head forward. “Do you want to be the first man to die in a freak slurpee machine accident?”

“Excuse me,” said an old lady behind us. “Where do you keep your wine?”

Without missing a beat, Sam released me and suddenly became a model 7-Eleven employee.

“Right down the back on your left, ma’am,” he said with a smile. “We’ve got a two-for-one sale on today, so get ’em before they’re gone!”

“Thank you, dear,” she said before walking to the back of the store and leaving us alone again. As soon as she was out of earshot, Sam glared at me for a moment before deciding to take a different approach.

“Come on, man,” he whined. “Tell me! You wouldn’t even have gone if it wasn’t for me. You owe me this!”

He looked like he was on the verge of throwing a tantrum, like a child in a toy store who’d just heard the word ‘No’. I half expected him to lie down on the ground and start kicking and screaming if I didn’t give him what he wanted.

“Fine,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Sam flashed a big grin and came up close to me, pretending to work on the machine while he listened to me talk about my night with Isabelle. Of course, I didn’t tell him everything. I made no mention of her ‘brother-sister’ kink or the fact that I went along with it, and I didn’t tell him about the limo that came to pick her up afterward. I just told him about how her tits were popping out of the tight dress she was wearing, and how we fucked right in the middle of Central Park. And even then I was light on the details, but that was more than enough for Sam.

“Dude, that’s awesome! I can’t believe you fuc-,” Sam suddenly went silent, waiting until a customer passed before he resumed in a whisper. “I can’t believe you fucked a hot chick like that on the first night.”

“Yeah well,” I whispered, noticing yet another customer who seemed to have come to a stop right behind us. “I’m probably not going to see her again. She was fucking me like a pornstar and I… Well, I just got fucked.”

“Man, that’s still a win in my book,” said Sam. “Do you have any idea how many guys would kill to have the opportunity to disappoint a girl like her in bed? Just add the memory to the spank bank and carry on, my dude.”

“Yeah…Yeah, maybe you’re right,” I said, oddly cheered by his optimistic outlook. “I know one thing, though; I’m never going to forget that ass.”

“Yeah?” Sam said with a dirty grin.

“Seriously, dude,” I said, suddenly feeling more talkative. “You should have seen the way it bounced around while I was fucking her doggystyle. She was letting me slap it and shit. She was a crazy good fuck, man.”

The two of us laughed as we kept talking but it all came to an end when we heard a familiar voice behind us.

“You know…it’s rude to kiss and tell…”

At the same time, we both turned and found Isabelle standing right behind us. At some point, she had managed to join our little huddle without either of us noticing, and now she was just looking at us with a smug smile on her face.

“AAAH!” Sam and I yelped in unison as we leaped away from the girl. Chris and all of the customers looked at us in confusion while Isabelle had a good laugh at our expense. Then she looked at Sam and waved.

“Hello again,” she said with a smile.

Sam mumbled a response that I barely recognized as English. But I couldn’t blame him. Isabelle was wearing nothing but black yoga pants that hugged her body like a second skin, and a white tube top that was so tight I could clearly see the outline of her nipples.

My eyes crawled all over her body, from the swell of her breasts to the curve of her hips, and I felt my blood rushing south of the border as I remembered the previous night. The dirtiest thoughts imaginable ran through my mind, and when my eyes finally returned to her face I found her looking at me with a knowing smirk on her lips. Unlike Sam, she didn’t offer me a greeting. She just extended her hand in my direction and said one word.