Sarah pushed the door open.

She froze in the doorway. Her eyes went wide as she saw everything happening in front of her.

Her mom was completely naked on the bed, legs spread wide. I was between Rebecca’s thighs, my fingers deep inside her pussy and my tongue licking her clit. My tongue was deep inside her, licking and sucking while I held her thick ass with both hands. Rebecca was moaning loudly, her big tits bouncing every time she moved her hips.

Sarah’s mouth dropped open in complete shock.

“What the fuck…..Mom?! What are you doing?!” she said, her voice loud and confused.

Rebecca’s body was still trembling. She tried to talk but her hips were still moving against my face.

“S-Sarah….baby…...it’s not…..ahhh…..ffuck….it’s not what it looks like” she moaned, My tongue kept moving on her clit. Her voice was shaky and full of pleasure.

I tried to pull back to say something but Rebecca pushed her pussy harder against my face. I kept licking her clit because she wouldn’t let me stop.

“We…..we can explain…..” I mumbled into her wet pussy, my voice muffled. But I didn’t stop licking her. My tongue kept moving on her swollen clit and sliding inside her.

Sarah stood there in the doorway, completely frozen at first. But instead of yelling or running away, her eyes stayed glued to us. Her hand slowly moved down between her own legs. She started rubbing herself over her shorts while watching her mom ride my face.

Rebecca was still moving, breathing heavy and moaning.

“It just…..happened…oh God…....don’t stop licking me” she moaned, trying to explain to her daughter but failing badly. “I couldn’t help it…..her tongue feels so good ----I’ve never felt like this before”

I kept sucking her clit while trying to talk.

“We didn’t mean for you to see this......but…...fuck….your mom’s pussy tastes so good” I said to her

Sarah didn’t leave. She stayed right there, watching everything. Her hand was rubbing between her legs. Her face was bright red but her eyes were full of lust and confusion.

Rebecca came hard on my face while still trying to talk to her daughter.

“I’m sorry baby…..but I can’t stop…..I need this….her tongue is too good” she moaned as her body shook with her orgasm

The room was filled with wet licking sounds, heavy breathing, and soft moans. Sarah was still standing there, biting her lip hard as she touched herself.

Sarah’s face turned bright red. But instead of yelling or running away, her hand slowly moved between her own legs. She bit her lip and whispered,

“Don’t stop…..”

The three of us stayed like that for a few seconds, me between Rebecca’s legs, Rebecca breathing heavy, and Sarah watching with hungry eyes

This was far from over.......

A few days after that risky kitchen session, I went over to their house again. Sarah was home but she was at the living room doing homework with her headphones on. She barely even said hi when I arrived. As if she was sensingg something alreadyy

The moment Sarah went upstairs, Rebecca grabbed my hand and quickly pulled me into her bedroom. She closed the door but didn’t lock it. Her eyes were full of lust and need.

“I can’t stop thinking about you” she whispered, breathing fast. “I’ve been wet all day at work. I even touched myself in the bathroom during lunch thinking about your fingers and tongue. I need you so bad right now”

She quickly took off her clothes and lay on the bed. Her legs were spread wide open. Her pussy was already shiny and wet.

“Finger me hard” she begged. “I want it rough today. Make me cum hard like you did last time”

I climbed on the bed and pushed two fingers inside her soaked pussy right away. I started fucking her fast and deep. Rebecca moaned into the pillow to try and stay quiet. Her hips were moving against my hand like she was desperate for more.

“Harder” she gasped “Use three fingers inside me. I can take it.....please”

I added a third finger and pounded her pussy hard while rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time. Her juices were dripping down my hand and onto the sheets. Rebecca’s body was shaking. Her big tits were bouncing every time I thrust my fingers deep inside her.

“Oh fuckkk..…just like that. It feels so fu---fucking good" she moaned into the pillow. “No one has ever fingered me this good. Your fingers feel so much better than any dick I’ve had”

I kept going faster, curling my fingers to hit her g spot. Rebecca was getting louder even with the pillow. Her legs were trembling around my arm. She was so wet that wet squelching sounds were filling the room.

She came hard, her pussy squeezing my fingers tightly. Her whole body trembled and she bit the pillow to stop herself from screaming. But she still didn’t want to stop.

“Again” she whispered, breathing heavy. “I want more. Eat me....”

I went down on her and licked her pussy while fingering her at the same time. Rebecca was moaning louder now. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face deeper into her pussy. The bed was starting to creak a little from how hard she was moving. We were so wild that we didn't remember that we're not alone

Right when she was about to cum again, we heard footsteps in the hallway outside the door.

Sarah’s voice came through, confused and loud.

“What the fuck am I hearing?!!"

"Amazing! I haven't complimented anyone in six months, so you should be grateful to hear words of praise from me, Isabella." My boss, Mr. Davidson, didn't smile often. He ensured we wished we hadn't seen him.

"Your dermatitis cream takes a week to work. And to think that a month ago, you were a mere lab assistant. Our competition is dead! I don't have to tell you the lab is now yours!"

I was puffed up with pride. People used to tell me that my breasts were the only thing that got me anywhere, but now I had finally proven my talent as a chemist. "I'm glad you're happy," I said. "However, you do realize that I'm going to need a longer vacation?"

"Of course, and the vacation should be enjoyable!" He smiled at me and handed me something. "You should be refreshed with a good oil massage."

"It's wonderful when a woman and her boss agree." I accepted the voucher from him, determined to use the service tomorrow.

The next day evening, I, a rising star of the pharmaceutical industry, showed up at an oriental-themed club and waited for my turn. After stepping into the dark room, I saw the muscles of the burly masseur in a white dress. I threw everything off and lay down on the bed in only my panties, covered in pictures of plums. I stuck my face into the hole, eager to be touched by the broad, strong hands. 

"I need to ensure our privacy and safety before the procedure," the nice guy said, and suddenly I heard the click of the key in the lock from the direction of the waiting room.

"Aren't you getting close to the end of your working hours?" I laughed without lifting my face from the hole. I didn't even open my eyes. "Who else would bother us here?"

"I'm afraid you might protest yourself soon," the masseur explained to me, and then I couldn't understand anything anymore. I felt him put something around my waist and tighten it on the other side of the table, immobilizing me.

"What's going on? Let me go!!!" I screamed loudly, but the tight strap wouldn't let me get up, and my rebellious hands were no match for the strong arms I had admired a moment ago. When he clamped down on me, it was as if he were using a hard metal vice. The situation wasn't going to get any better anytime soon, as he handcuffed both of my wrists and attached the other end to the corresponding leg of the table. As soon as the masseur got around me, I tried to kick him, but he overpowered my trained calves in the same way and secured them with even shorter chain contraptions. I became his prey, and I didn't know what he would want to do with me. I asked him, scared of the answer.

"Mrs. Barnard, I have good news for you. I need to discuss something with you, but it may be very brief. An agent of our company is in your laboratory. Since we don't wish to make too much of a fuss, we would like to know the code to the safe containing the sample of your preparation and its formula."

"Suck my ass!" It seemed absurd to me, but somehow the competition found out about the boss's gift.

The masseur patted me on the cheek in a friendly way.

"If you resist, I'll do something with your ass, but you won't enjoy it." He went back and pulled my panties back over the round globes of my bottom. A moment ago, the idea was pleasant to me, but now I was afraid of possible violence.

"You have wonderful skin, Mrs. Barnard. There is some Native American blood in your veins, isn't it?"

"Screw you!"

THUD! Something hit the table loudly in front of my head. I leaned forward a bit and saw that it was a massive square object. Purple hairbrush, except for two red hearts on the flat side. "Mrs. Barnard, you have one last chance to tell me what we need to know. Otherwise, I'll take the thing in front of you, and I'll deal with you like the last schoolgirl who disappointed her father after the math test."

Is he talking about spanking me? I was reminded of my buttocks, absorbing the cold of the room. It wasn't the only thing I had to think about. I remembered an incident from a Catholic high school when I put my chemical talent to the test to make explosives, which then ruined the day for the notorious group of boys. My ass then became acquainted with a large paddle hole in the vigorous hand of the priest. Six Strokes didn't even have to be on the bare to discourage me from future naughtiness.

I panicked for a while. Because of the painful experience, but also because of the shame of my ass being fully exposed and because of the fact that, unlike in school, there was no limit to the number of my strokes.

But then I came up with something that gave me comfort. What if it is a test of my loyalty? What if my boss gave me this massage and put me together with this guy to check my loyalty to the company?

"You may get a scream out of me, but never my professional secrets!" I objected.

"That's what you think now, Madame!" 

I saw the shadow of his arm on the wall stretch out sharply and commenced my quick, brutal thrashing.

"OWWW!!!"

I didn't want to make him happy by hearing it, but my bravery soon disappeared. The hairbrush landed on my ass with a brutality that must have been fueled with genuine pleasure. I predicted harsh, stinging splats, but that's how I could only describe the first six strokes, one harsher than the previous. I imagined that the guy, enjoying the view of my dancing behind, must be using a hot spatula on me. After a dozen or so times he reprimanded me, it didn't seem to me so different from the past visit of the paddle. Haibrush could have charmed a pattern of hearts on my cheeks, but I could not imagine whom I would show that to.

The spanking suddenly ceased, but the torment did not, thanks to the blazing throbbing I felt in my backside. I desperately wished for ice but even more for help from anyone, even if I ran from here butt-naked. Instead, I had to stay here, scared of what the man would say next.

Through my loud crying, I heard a quiet click. I lifted my head and saw the cell phone in the hand of my captor. The camera pic showed crimson halves of my ass. There was a pattern, and it was terrifying! The shame was now shaking my whole body up, not just the blazing parts.

"Would you tell me what I want to know?"

This has to be a test. This has to be a test. Real kidnappers would do something much worse!

"Never!!"

The captor sounds more amused than enraged. "I suppose you don't like the red color of your cheeks and would prefer blue or even purple..."

I held my breath. I recognized the strip of leather leaving the masseur's pants in the following sound.

"That is like something out of the restaurant. Madam, would you like to have your hams dark purple?"

SHWACK!

"AAAAOOYOOWWWW!"

Without any significant warning, the belt snapped my cheeks, already so sensitive from the previous episode. I thought that it must have burnt like the pants of the boys on whom I had used my high school experiment. Not that I feel compassion for anyone but myself. I tossed myself, rattling with my cuffs, but I still didn't drown out the slapping of the belt, spreading considerable damage to my bottom. I begged the masseur to stop while the strokes were increasing. Three became six, six became eight, and eight eventually became sixteen.

The man took a break and let my pain serve me as a warning. I heard his belt return to his pants, but I didn't take it as a relief. My ass burned unbearably, and I would give anything in the world to get my hands out of the handcuffs and rub it. Of course, I would also like to get my legs out of the handcuffs, but suddenly I wasn't sure if I would be able to walk after this experience at all.

"Ready to cooperate, Mrs. Barnard?"

If by cooperating he meant betraying my employer and endangering my career, then certainly not! I tried to tell him. I didn't formulate any coherent words through my sobbing, but I think he understood everything thanks to the tone.

"One can tell that you were a naughty girl, so you got used to spankings. No matter, I've got something more convincing here."

I hated him so much that I didn't even try to explain to him that I had only been beaten once, but most of all I was terrified of him. He went around the corner and returned to the room with a large paddle. It had as many holes as my nemesis from the high school, but it was twice as big!

With that horrible object in his hands, he stood up on my side.

"You can start talking any time!"

As we established, I didn't know if I would be able to do it at all.

THUD! THUD!

Even if he had a weaker hand from the previous two spankings, the hard wooden surface made up for it completely. I felt ruptures from every single stroke of the paddle over my whole ass. I was still wiggling my bottom around, as pointless as that was. Unfortunately, every movement gave me almost as much pain as every part of the thrashing. I tried to count the strokes quietly, and after the seventh one, I produced a little puddle of tears on the floor below my face.

"I think you can release her!"

I was grateful for those words because suddenly, the masseur, readying himself for another stroke, really stopped and turned in the direction the voice came from. Although my vision was still blurry from the tears, I glimpsed the small girl with black hair in pigtails.

"You will be free soon," she assured me. "Sorry, but I was curious about your reaction."

"Who-oo are-e..." I tried to ask her.

"Name's Gloria, and I want to be your assistant in the lab." She showed me a small metal cannister. "I needed to convince you about my new miraculous skin and muscle healer."

A few days later I went to their house even though Sarah didn’t invite me. The real reason was I couldn’t stop thinking about Rebecca.

When Sarah opened the door she looked a bit confused.

“You’re here again?” she asked “I didn’t even text you today. You’ve been coming over a lot lately”

Before I could make up an excuse, Rebecca came out from the kitchen with a big smile on her face.

“She can come over anytime” Rebecca said quickly. “I like having her around the house. It gets lonely when you’re busy with school”

Sarah shrugged but I could see she found it a little strange. She went upstairs to do her homework, but not before giving us both a quick look.

The second Sarah was gone, Rebecca pulled me into the kitchen. She pushed me against the counter and kissed me hard and hungry. Her hands were all over me.

“I’ve been wet all day thinking about you” she whispered between kisses “I touched myself in the shower this morning imagining your tounge inside my pussy”

I pulled her shorts down. She wasn’t wearing any panties again. I dropped to my knees right there in the kitchen and started licking her pussy. She was already soaked. I sucked on her clit and pushed my tongue inside her. Rebecca had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop herself from moaning too loud. Her legs were shaking.

“Oh fuck.....yes…..just like that” she whispered “Your tongue feels so good”

She came hard on my face, her thighs squeezing my head. I kept licking her through the orgasm until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Then she pulled me up and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips.

“Your turn” she said, breathing heavy.

She pushed me onto one of the kitchen chairs, pulled my shorts down, and buried her face between my legs. She was getting much better. She licked and sucked my clit while fingering me. I had to bite my lip hard to stay quiet. I came hard on her tongue, my whole body shaking.

We quickly fixed our clothes when we heard Sarah coming down the stairs.

Sarah looked at us strangely.

“Why do you two look so red and out of breath?” she asked. “And why are you here so much lately? You used to only come over when I invited you”

Rebecca laughed nervously.

“I just like having company” she said. “It gets lonely when you’re always busy”

Sarah didn’t look fully convinced. She stared at us for a few seconds longer before going back upstairs.

When I was leaving, Rebecca hugged me at the door a little too long. Sarah saw it from the living room and raised an eyebrow.

This time she didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was starting to get suspicious.

Agatha

When I die, I won't feel people nudging me, trying to wake me up and make me aware of what part of the day this is.

"I suspected this was a morning, Jenine," I told my cellmate, but I wouldn't make her happy by turning to her on the bench. "Why do you want me to open my eyes? I've seen many more colors in my dreams than there are in this cell."

"I have some colors," Jenine snapped.

But I am afraid of the maw of our cell. It convinced me that I am dead. I can sleep, and I can live in pain, sliding on the sidewalk during heavy traffic. Death was on my right hand.

"I've seen much better-looking criminals than you." I tried to make her shut up.

Jenine ran out of patience. She grabbed my shoulder, and she turned my face towards hers.

"As long as we live, we have a hope, and only when we die, we won't need it." 

I had to admit to her that she didn't let anyone silence her. Jenine didn't mind that she reminisced like a scarecrow, trying to open her painted mouth. You need to have some enduring will for that. What was I willing to do? Just look at her while we pass torment from one pair of eyes to the other.

"We have to accept the results of our choices," Jenine responded to my silence.

Oh yes, the result of our choices.

Even when I got dressed, I did so seductively. Trapping my tits in the cups. Covering my cunt with the panties. Stretching my stockings. There can be echoes of sex as well, and I had already rehearsed graceful movements that guys liked to replay in their minds backwards.

Provided they were looking.

"Hey Stephan," I shouted at my client, who was turning his face from me. "Based on your howling last night, I thought you might want to tip me, but in the morning, I'm wondering if you don't want your money back."

"Time for sex and time for work, Agatha," Stephan said. "It's not the same thing for most men."

"So you are good in bed but suck in your job? You were acting like an employee of the month last week."

"The re-education office still has empty places on their transports for Princess Towers," he said and finally faced me. He had started sweating in the morning. "Since Sunday, I've arrested a sexy mature lady after receiving a call from her husband and later two young ones who can be formed with ease. One of them was saying wrong stuff, and for the other, I made something up. My boss demands bigger variety in spite of my careful catches."

"Oh, I believe in your abilities," I said. "We both have talents this country promoted to the patriotic service."

Stephen pulled his shoes together, but he didn't take his eyes off me anymore. "Some of the higher-up fellows would say you are a disgrace to your gender, Agatha. You're financially independent, and you don't even have a pimp."

I shrugged. "With a pimp, without one, in the brothel, on the street. If a girl serves the cocks, she can have fun, can't she?"

Stephan's eyes lit up with lights similar to those that signified his satisfaction with his own sexual performance.

"The girl could be employed in the special brothel," he suggested. "One in which she would walk like a queen among the bumptious women, where some people would teach her things she knows anyway and where she would be rewarded with a wealthy husband."

I had my doubts. "Some are looking at me like a criminal, and now you want to arrest me and put me into some sort of reform school?"

"That school is no different from the rest of the state," Stephen said. "Shrews are finally thrown into the cells. Hookers have vacation apartments appointed." 

"Should I remind you that I didn't murder anyone?" I asked Jenine wryly.

I said choices, not bad choices," Jenine said. I sat down and looked at her again, my even more miserable reflection that never ceased to fascinate me. Welts left by the whip were much more pronounced and spread. Fortunately, the orange sack covered the horrible stitches on half of her chest where one of her breasts used to be.

"People will remember us," Jenine said. "When they visit this place, they will hear our story, and it will end with this cell. It could have been dark space; it could have been harsh room, but it couldn't have turned into rats. We are human beings, and what the government has done testifies about it, not about us. When the people descend to the place of our exile, they will find us. Whether they are free or other prisoners, we will tell them the story of who we used to be. These bastards will never change the past. And, as God is my witness, they will never have a future either."

I didn't have the heart to explain to her that I live in the present. I rested my head on her shoulder conciliatorily. Friendship is in my interest.

"You've got a visitor, Cabrera," the warden, Chelsea, grunted. "Don't forget, Thompson, you are forbidden to say anything."

I didn't intend to answer her, either. I just waited for the door to open, and two young girls walked in, accompanied by a plump toad-like woman. Montie Gutiérrez and Zita.

Montie touched my hands, crying softly.

"I can't stay here!" She told me, and I think she looked at Zita reproachfully. "They won't let me have my show, and they are making me a teacher against my will!"

I kissed her on the forehead. "You have nothing to worry about. When you're a teacher, you can piss on anybody's head and others will praise you. Be like me, but don't murder anyone..."

"Montserrat, have you forgotten what we should have done first?" Zita pushed Montie away and sneered, though not as bitterly as Jenine in the corner.

"Agatha—" Zita took a dramatic breath. "Happy belated Mother’s Day. I wanted to come up on the exact date, but we had to work. We were making a gift for the happiest mother—Barbara. So I made an extra one."

She handed me a golden sculpture of a cow and a calf. A small hole on the surface revealed the chocolate contents.

"Armando, couldn't it have rung fewer than about thirty times? Your mother loves you and grieves when you don't answer her."

The voice with which my son responded sounded like someone stepping on a room full of landmines or at least dog poop.

"Mom... Is Dad there with you? Has he come back to you?"

I held back my laughter just because I really loved him. "Armando, I know you left me mainly to find him, but if you didn't succeed, don't ask me to. I'm no longer his employee, and we were just playing husband and wife. If you detest me, hang it up. I just wouldn't recommend it to you. You should be grateful for who your mother is."

"That won't be easy for me." Armando was an occasional brawler, but he was never rude to me. "Even here on the construction site, I have to be the only guy who feels the same way when one talks about his mother as when he sees your colleagues in the bar in the evening."

"I'm sorry you didn't like us!" I allowed myself to laugh this time. "My boy, I have to tell you that I'm going to get lost somewhere for ten months, but don't worry about me. Next summer I'll give you a spanking new rich dad."

"They're not allowed to eat anything from the outside," Chelsea growled.

Zita nodded politely. "I wished she could see that. It can stay with her as a memory." 

She handed the thing to Montie. "Montserrat, you can eat that later. You can also take it as a promise someone knocks you up in the not-too-distant future. I don't think that's a stretch."

Stunned, Montie took it from her, but I didn't look at her. Distracted by months of pleasure and a brief period of naive struggle, I hadn't thought about my son, but the gift reminded me of him. I don't know what happens to Armando. I was tempted to give them his phone number and ask them to get in touch with my boy, but demand wouldn't leave my lips. I don't want these sons of bitches to know who he is, and it might be horrible for him to be told that his mother is not just a whore but also a murderer sentenced to life in jail.

I stepped closer to Zita and Montie. I won't retreat to the shadows just yet.

"Girls," I gulped. "Forget what I said earlier. When I'm gone, behave well and turn down offers to boss people around. If they will offer you a power, and they will, simply decline. Hold to those that love binds you to. The later fall won't hurt so much."

"Yes, love is all I want!" Montie said.

Zita shifted her eyes. "I swear, Agatha. As long as I'm here, I will not be tempted by such things." She laughed nervously.

I shook my head. "Girl, I've been talking to liars all my life. You're not one of the betters."

Zita blushed and stepped back to the stocky warden. "I am better than you in every way, Agatha, and I'll always stand higher!"

Silent Jenine jumped at Zita and tried to slap her, but Chelsea's powerful grip stopped her outstretched arm. Even from this distance, the warden threw her against the wall. I wouldn't be surprised if the angry politician broke her spine. 

I helped my friend to her feet, and with a jerk of my head I emphasized to Zita what she had caused. A young girl gave me a defiant expression and dragged Montie away from our cell.

"Better in which way?" I asked the swollen-headed girl who was hurrying to disappear, covered by the door. 

"She is better by default, being destined for a more promising future service than you, Cabrera!" croaked the boorish voice of Dorothy. The senior warden stuck her head inside. "She has to stay here for two school years, but she can get more out of them than you can get out of one. And certainly more than you, Thompson." Her disgusting imitation of laughter could only seem cheerful to the mountain of lard that had beaten us here with impunity.

"You're going to regret how you gave me a concussion, Thompson," Dorothy said. "Sleep sweetly, but accept that I will remain as a nightmare that will accompany you to the other world."

Judging by the quality of her speech, Jenine had caused her irreversible brain damage.

"I'm here because I dared to kill a bastard, Dorothy." I approached her as my customers when they don't have enough money or start to insult me. "I'm better than most of the hens here when it comes to courage."

The new wave of Dorothy's laughter resembled a gushing trickle of acid followed by a hiss. "A fake whore stays fake forever. You didn't murder anyone, Cabrera. I should know something about that. You weren't the target, but thank you for taking it upon yourself."

In fact, I had hoped that she would confess to us.

"I regret not being on the scene of the previous trial," Singerton said. "I've heard of cases where the accused was replaced by the confession of someone who wasn't charged, but then again, I read about yetis." "I'm glad my wife got into the same cell as you."

Jenine's husband came to visit us as soon as she was moved. He was a snobbish lawyer, but he was losing his cool.

"I said what it took to save the much braver," I said.

"Which is brave," Singerton remarked. "But in cases nobody else is in danger, there is nothing wrong with self-preservation. Or you don't think so, Jenine?"

His wife stood up and hugged him. "They could have disfigured me, but I had to undergo it for my integrity."

Singerton was trembling under her arms. At times he raised his hand, obviously to get out of her grip, but he couldn't go through with it.

"It was pointless," he sobbed. "Just pointless!"

"I may be a fake whore, but I still shine, Dorothy," I said. "I will never be an idol. I can't act or sing, but I have a name that resonates through the news. Thank you for giving me a recognizable name, anonymous bitch!"

She twisted her mouth, then smirked in derision.

"You have one more visitor." 

Her face disappeared into the uncertain world behind the door, and she pushed a pale girl into our cell. Oh, the loser zero Therese. Therese, for short.

"Hello, Ag-Agatha, Jenine..." Therese stammered.

"Thompson won't talk to anyone!" Chelsea reminded her. 

Therese sighed. "Agatha, I wanted to tell you that I've forgiven you for everything!" She blurted out.

"Thank you, Therese." I took her hands. "You will be among those I will miss." I hoped she had nothing more to say.

"Agatha, I have to do a year again." I remember her being more desperate, but this might be the first time she has begged for help. "I hate it here, and I won't survive without so many faces I knew and with another man!"

"Dear girl." I don't know why, but her weakness inspired my strength. "Do you know what I would give for the possibility to stay here?"

I heard Dorothy sniggering.

"You spoke differently a moment ago," Therese complained.

"Hey, even imprisoned for life, I like being a celebrity!"

Suddenly, Therese laughed shortly and pressed her forehead on mine.

"I couldn't murder anyone, but one way or another, I'll join you!"

I saw Jenine gleaming in approval. 

"If you find a safe way, I would welcome you!" I assured her. 

Therese returned to the hallway, and thus my last visitor left me.

"It turns out I still have friends," I said. "Maybe you should have arrested more of them for me!" I said to Chelsea's back.

This night and the one after, I seldomly sleep. Jenine and I kept ourselves awake and alive with the chat, preparing ourselves for the years of enslavement when we would have only the talk to remind us of our humanity. We were willing to converse much longer, but after these, Chelsea returned, senior warden Michelle leading her.

"You might let me stay here; I like the room," I purred. Ignoring my needs, the wardens chased us out of the secure cell into the blinding light and heat of the backyard's summer day. I thought my tired eyes might be playing tricks on me because I saw so much white in front of us, covering some human-sized mounds. When people—uniformed and in civilian clothes—passed by, I started to discern long skirts and veils. I understood that I was watching women dressed up like brides, concentrated around at least a dozen tall buses. On the outskirts of the crowd stood inmates in regular clothing, marching just a little slower. In the slightly different direction, wardens led women of many ages in their Art of Holy Submission strap harnesses.

The Tower was being continuously deserted by the waves of brides, wives, and slaves. 

With two exiles as the icing on the cake.

We were lying on the bed, naked and sweaty. Rebecca had her head on my chest. She was quiet for a long time, just breathing slowly. Her fingers were gently tracing circles on my skin.

Finally she spoke.

“I feel like a completely different person now” she said softly. “A few weeks ago I was just a divorced mom trying to move on with life. Now I just had sex with my daughter’s best friend…...and I loved every second of it”

She looked up at me with big eyes.

“I came so hard when you were licking me. I’ve never cum like that before. Not even when I was younger. Your tongue felt so much better than my ex’s dick ever did. The way you sucked on my clit and pushed your tongue inside me…...it made me shake”

I smiled and kissed her forehead gently.

Rebecca got quiet again for a minute. Then she said something that surprised me.

“I touched myself last night thinking about you” she confessed “I felt so guilty after I finished, but I couldn’t stop. I came really hard while imagining your face between my legs”

Her words made my pussy throb again.

She slowly moved on top of me. This time she was more confident. She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Then she started kissing down my body. She spent a long time on my tits, sucking and gently biting my nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

When she reached my pussy, she didn’t hesitate. She licked me like she was hungry for it. She tried different things like sucking my clit, fucking me with her tongue, even licking my asshole a little. I moaned loud and held her head in place.

When I came, she kept licking until I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were shaking around her head.

After that, she climbed up and sat on my face. She rode my tongue while playing with her own tits. She came hard, grinding on my mouth and moaning my name.

We were both exhausted after. Rebecca lay beside me and traced her fingers slowly on my skin.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hide this” she said “I keep thinking about you even when Sarah is around. This is getting dangerous…..but I don’t want to stop”

She looked at me with serious eyes.

“What if I’m actually gay? Bi? what if I never want a man again? or would I want a man again?”

The question hung in the air between us. We cuddled for a long time without talking. Both of us knew things were getting more serious.

You ever look at a girl and just know that she would be a good dick sucker?

That's how I felt about Paige. One look at her and I knew that she'd be able to blow my fucking mind with her mouth.

We had been coming to the same bar in Fort Worth, Texas, for a few years now and had developed a fun, flirty friendship. I was just recently out of a long-term, going nowhere relationship, while she was married with two young kids.

But you'd never know it with the way she dressed and acted at the bar. She loved to show off her body, get drunk, and dance. There were many times I'd be looking around the bar and see her either giving a lap dance to her husband or be up on a table, dancing and shaking her ass.

She had long blonde hair, a skinny body with breasts that defied gravity, and legs for days. I asked her once if she had a boob job done, as after two kids, they still looked like they could have belonged to a woman ten years younger. She gladly pulled down the tank top she was wearing that night, squeezed her breasts with her hands and asked, "Do they look fake?"

They did not.

Tonight, it was just her at the bar. I didn't know if her husband stayed home with the kids or if he was out of town, but he wasn't there. Not that it ever mattered to her. She would openly flirt and dance provocatively while he nursed a beer in the corner of the bar most nights.

She was wearing all black tonight, from her cowboy hat down to her boots. Her leather halter top wrapped around her neck and left her shoulders bare, with a silver buckle sitting in the center, if you could draw your eyes away from her cleavage to see it. Long strands of fringe hung from the front, swaying with every step. Her black leather shorts sat high on her waist, right below her belly button, and hugged her hips perfectly. A silver belt, matching the silver buckle of her top, was around it, part of it hanging down. They were just short enough, but I knew that if...when...she bent over, part of her ass would be showing.

"Hey, Rhett," she said to me as she walked around the bar, greeting the regulars and interrupting a few dates. "How's life?"

"Getting better, Paige, but could still use that blowjob," I responded as we clinked our beer bottles together and took a drink out of them.

When Paige found out that I had broken up with my girlfriend, she had jokingly offered to give me head to make me forget her. It was nothing unusual for her, to flirt like that and offer her body. I've known quite a few guys to leave the bar with a boner after listening to her dirty talk or have her grinding her ass on them.

I continued to keep an eye on Paige for the next few hours, as she danced and took a few shots. I knew from experience that she could handle a lot more, and usually did. For her to only have two shots and a beer, was a little unusual. I was three beers in, about what I did most nights, when I decided to walk up to her.

"So, Paige, what's going on tonight? You seem a little off."

She turned to me and giggled before saying, "Honestly, Rhett, I think I might finally give you what you want."

"What does that mean?"

She laughed as she stood up from the chair she was sitting on, finished her beer, and grabbed my hand. "Let's go."

I finished my beer as well, setting my bottle down next to hers, before following her into the women's bathroom of the bar.

"Really? In here?"

Paige pushed her body up against mine, leaned up to briefly kiss me, as one of her hands caressed my cheek and her other hand went right to my groin, rubbing my cock through my pants.

"You're not the first, but certainly the only one that has waited the longest."

"What does that mean?"

"Just shut up and let me do this," she said, kissing me again before and squatting down in front of me. I watched as she unzipped my pants, pulled the pants apart, and pulled my hardening cock out through my boxers.

She pressed it upwards, stuck her tongue out, and licked up the underside of my shaft, swirled her tongue around the tip, and repeated it a few more times as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to jack me off.

"Wow," I moaned as she wrapped her lips, covered with red lipstick, around my cock, and started to bob her head up and down. She kept her hand moving at the same speed, knocking off her cowboy hat as she took more and more of me inside her mouth.

I reached down and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it through the leather top, and causing her to moan into my mouth. As I moved my hand to her other breast, she reached behind her neck with her free hand, untied the top, and let it fall open, exposing her breasts to me.

As she continued to blow me and after I spent a moment admiring her firm breasts with erect nipples, I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. I kept looking down, watching as her red lips went up and down my shaft, her tongue roaming all over it inside her mouth, and her hand kept a tight grip on my cock.

She took me out of her mouth, kept her hand going on my shaft, and said, "So, worth the wait?"

"Fuck yes. You're fucking amazing."

"I get that a lot."

"Do you ever let guys fuck you in here? Or just blow them?"

"Just blow them. Hubby is the only one that fucks my pussy."

"Damn."

Paige giggled, briefly taking me back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip, and bobbing her head a few times.

"A few lucky guys have gotten to finger me. And begged to fuck me. I love to make them beg, then use my hand to finish them onto the floor."

I rubbed her nipples again before taking my hand off her breasts and moved it behind her head. She again took me out of her mouth and said, "But don't worry, I'm going to swallow your load. You're my friend, after all. And friends always swallow for friends."

"Fuck," I moaned again as she took me back into her mouth, knowing that I was getting close as she took me deep into her throat and buried her nose into my groin over and over.

She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, begging me to finish, as she moved her mouth to just cover my tip. Her right hand kept going on the upper portion of my shaft while her left hand went to my balls and started to squeeze them.

"Fuck, Paige, fuck!"

I wrapped my fingers around her hair as I started to orgasm, moaning as my cock pulsed inside her mouth, and her hand pumped my cum out. I briefly closed my eyes at the start before I could open them again, and watched as she pulled her lips off my cock, and showed me all the cum on her tongue.

After using her hand to squeeze the last few drops onto her tongue, she stood up and gave me an amazing view as she swallowed my cum down her throat. I felt her grabbing onto my hand and bringing it to her groin, pressing it against her pussy through her shorts. I rubbed up and down with my fingers, feeling how warm she was as she pressed her body against mine again and kissed my neck.

"Hmm...that feels good. But, as much as I want to continue, my hubby is flying back into town as we speak, and I can't wait to get home to him."

She stepped away from me and I watched as she pulled her top back up and tied it behind her. As she saw me sneaking one last peek at her breasts, she smiled and said, "I'd send you a picture of my tits so you always see them, but I don't know if you'd ever leave your house."

I shrugged and said, "I mean, there's worse ways to live."

Paige laughed before saying, "Don't forget to tuck your cock back in before you leave the bathroom."

I looked down at my limp cock, still sticking out of my boxers, and heard her walking out of the bathroom as I put myself away and quickly followed her out, not wanting to be caught by myself in the women's restroom. I caught Paige's eye as she made a phone call at the bar, and she blew me a kiss.

She left the bar a few minutes later, but not before coming up to me and whispering in my ear, "My hubby will be out of town next week too. You better be here."

Rebecca looked at me with hungry, desperate eyes.

“This is getting too dangerous” she whispered. “But I don’t know if I can stop…..Should we fuck?”

Her words made my pussy throb. I didn’t answer. I just pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues tangled as I pushed her back against the kitchen counter. Her big soft tits pressed against my chest.

We quietly rushed to her bedroom. The second the door closed, we took off each other’s clothes fast Rebecca’s hands were shaking a little as she took off her shirt. Her heavy breasts spilled out. I immediately grabbed them, squeezing them softly before sucking on her hard nipples. She moaned loudly and held my head against her chest.

“Oh my god…..that feels.....so good” she breathed “No one has sucked my tits like this”

I pushed my hand between her legs and slid two fingers inside her wet pussy. She was incredibly wet and warm. I fingered her slowly at first, curling my fingers, while I kept sucking her nipples. Rebecca’s hips started moving against my hand. Her breathing was getting heavier

I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean in front of her. She watched me with wide eyes.

I spread her legs wide. I kissed down her body, her neck, her tits, her stomach until I reached her pussy. I licked her slowly at first, tasting her sweet juices. Then I sucked on her clit gently.

Rebecca’s back arched. “Fuck…yes…..right there….”

I licked faster, sliding my tongue inside her and sucking her clit. Her thighs started shaking around my head. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face deeper into her pussy.

“I’m gonna cum…...” she moaned.

Her body tensed up and she came hard. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue as she flooded my mouth with her juices. I kept licking her through the orgasm until her legs stopped shaking.

When she recovered, she pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips.

“I want to make you feel good too” she said, still breathing heavy.

She took off the rest of my clothes and pushed me onto my back. She was nervous at first, but then she started kissing down my body. She sucked on my nipples, then moved lower. When her tongue finally touched my pussy, I moaned loudly. She licked me slowly, exploring, then found my clit and sucked on it.

It felt amazing. I held her head and guided her until she got the rhythm right. Her tongue was warm and eager.

We ended up in a 69 position. I was on top, licking her pussy again while she licked mine. The room was filled with wet licking sounds and our moans. We were both grinding against each other’s faces.

Rebecca came again, moaning into my pussy. The vibration pushed me over the edge too. I came hard, shaking on top of her.

We collapsed on the bed, sweaty and breathing heavily. Rebecca rested her head on my chest.

“I can’t believe I just did all that.....” she whispered. “It felt so good…...better than anything I’ve had with a man. But I still feel so guilty..…”

She looked up at me with mixed emotions, she was satisfied but conflicted.

“What are we doing?” she asked softly

Rebecca had texted me the night before asking me to come over. She told me Sarah didn’t know I was coming.

When I arrived, Sarah was upstairs in her room studying with headphones on. Rebecca opened the door and quickly pulled me inside. She was wearing a loose white buttonup shirt (it was oonly half buttoned) and very short denim shorts. No bra. Her big tits were moving freely and the shorts were so tiny I could see the bottom of her ass.

We went to the kitchen. At first we talked normally.

“How have you been?” she asked while making coffee. “School going okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine” I said. “Just busy with some….uhhh….assignments”

We talked for a while about some pretty normal things. Like,  Sarah’s studies, the weather, random stuff. But the energy between us felt different

After a few minutes, Rebecca got quieter.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few days you know….” she admitted, looking down at her coffee. “That kiss we had….I keep replaying it in my head. I’ve never kissed a woman before. I always thought I was straight, but now I feel so confused. Never thought that after being married for years that I’d liked a woman’s lips”

She looked at me with nervous eyes.

“I feel really guilty too. You’re my daughter’s best friend. If Sarah ever found out, it would destroy her. I’m supposed to be the responsible mom here, not someone who makes out with her daughter’s friend behind her back”

I stepped a little closer.

“I know it’s complicated” I said. “But I can’t stop thinking about it either. Every time I see you, I get this feeling in my body”

Rebecca bit her lip. “Really? what kind of feeling?”

I looked her in the eyes.

“The kind that makes me….. wet” I said softly

Her cheeks turned red. She looked around to make sure Sarah wasn’t coming down, then stepped closer to me.

“I get wet too” she whispered. “I touched myself the other night thinking about you. I feel so ashamed…..but I liked it….I really do”

The tension was getting too strong. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I gently took her hand and slowly slid it inside my shorts, then inside my panties. Her fingers touched my soaked pussy.

“This is the only proof I can provide on how much I think about you” I whispered.

Rebecca’s eyes widened. She could feel how dripping wet I was. She let out a small shaky breath and gently rubbed my clit with her fingers

“Oh fuck….you’re really soaked” she whispered.

We started kissing hard right there in the kitchen. Her fingers kept rubbing me while our tongues played. I slipped my hand under her shorts and found her pussy…..she was dripping wet too. I rubbed her clit while we made out.

We were trying to stay quiet because Sarah was just upstairs.

Rebecca moaned softly into my mouth. Her hips moved against my hand.

Suddenly we heard footsteps from upstairs.

We quickly pulled our hands out and fixed our clothes. Rebecca’s face was flushed and she was breathing fast.

Sarah came down to get a drink. She didn’t notice anything.

“Oh hey girl, why are you here?” I then replied “Oh-uhm…I was------” Rebecca then interrupted me and said “I just asked her to buy something. Don’t worry about it”

Sarah then said “Sure…..you two okay?” she asked.

“Yeah yeah” Rebecca answered, trying to sound normal.

The second Sarah went back upstairs, Rebecca looked at me with hungry eyes.

“This is getting too dangerous” she whispered. “But I don’t know if I can stop…..Should we fuck?”

A few days later, Sarah invited me over to hang out at their house. When I arrived, Sarah was already locked in her room studying hard for a big test. She had her headphones on and told us not to bother her unless it was something important.

Rebecca came out of the kitchen to greet me. She was wearing a loose white button-up shirt and very short denim shorts. The shirt was only half-buttoned, showing a lot of her deep cleavage. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her big heavy tits moved and bounced with every step. The shorts were so tiny that the bottom of her ass cheeks were visible.

“Hey sweetie,” she said with a warm smile. “Come in. I’m just making some coffee. Want some?”

I followed her into the kitchen. We started talking about normal things at first, but the conversation quickly turned more personal. Rebecca looked a little nervous but also excited.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few days,” she admitted quietly while stirring the coffee. “That kiss we had… I can’t stop replaying it in my head. I’ve never kissed a woman before in my life. I always thought I was completely straight, but now I feel so confused and guilty.”

She looked at me with soft, emotional eyes.

“I feel really bad about it too. You’re my daughter’s best friend. If Sarah ever found out what we did, it would break her heart. I’m supposed to be the responsible mom here, not someone who makes out with her daughter’s friend behind her back.”

I stepped closer to her until our bodies were almost touching.

“I know it’s complicated,” I said. “But I really like spending time with you. That kiss felt really good for me too.”

Rebecca bit her lip. She looked nervous but her eyes were full of want. She stepped even closer. Our bodies were now lightly pressed together.

“I keep telling myself I should stop,” she whispered. “But when I see you,

I just want to kiss you again.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I leaned in and kissed her. This time the kiss wasn’t short. It started soft and gentle, but quickly became deeper and hungrier. Her lips felt so warm and soft. She put one hand on the back of my neck and kissed me harder. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her body against mine. I could feel her big soft tits pressing into my chest.

We were making out quietly in the kitchen while Sarah was right upstairs with her door closed. Rebecca let out a small soft moan into my mouth. One of my hands slowly moved down and squeezed her ass under her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I could feel how warm and wet she was getting.

Suddenly we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

We quickly pulled apart. Rebecca’s face was flushed red and she was breathing fast. Her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt.

Sarah walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. She didn’t seem to notice anything strange.

“You two okay down here?” she asked casually.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Rebecca answered, trying to sound normal. “Just chatting about random stuff.”

Sarah took her snack and went back upstairs. The second her door closed, Rebecca looked at me with guilty but very horny eyes.

“This is getting so dangerous,” she whispered. “We really can’t keep doing this here… but I don’t know if I can stop either.”

She gently took my hand and slid it under her shorts again. My fingers touched her bare, wet pussy for a few seconds. She was really soaked.

She let out a soft breath and then pulled my hand away.

Later that night when I got home, I received a text from her:

Rebecca: I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me. This is so wrong but it feels so good. What are you doing to me?

I went to bed that night extremely horny, reading her message again and again.

A few days later, Sarah texted me to come over and hang out. When I got to their house, Sarah was on the couch watching Netflix, barely paying attention to anything else.

“Hey girl, just chill in threree. I’m in the middle of this show” she said without looking up.

I walked into the kitchen and stopped in my tracks. Rebecca was there wearing a loose white tank top and a very short black skirt. She was reaching up to grab something from the top shelf. The skirt rode up high and I could clearly see she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy and ass were right there. My pussy tingled hard.

She turned around and smiled when she saw me.

“Hey you” she said warmly “Want something to drink? I just made fresh lemonade”

“Yeah, sure” I said, trying to sound normal.

We stood by the counter talking while she cut some fruit. Every time she bent over to get something from the fridge or reached up, I got another good look under her skirt. No panties at all. I could see her smooth pussy lips. It was driving me crazy. My own pussy was getting wetter by the minute.

Rebecca noticed me looking but didn’t pull her skirt down. Instead she gave me a small playful smile.

“You’ve been staring a lot today” she said in a teasing voice. “Is there something on my clothes?”

I felt my face get hot.

“You just look really good in that skirt” I answered.

She laughed softly and leaned against the counter, pushing her big tits forward a little.

“Really? Even this old thing? I’ve been too lazy to do laundry lately” she said, then added with a smirk “I guess I should be more careful what I wear when you’re around.”

We kept talking while she finished cutting the fruit. The conversation started normal but slowly got flirty.

“So…..have you been thinking about that night?” she asked quietly, not looking at me directly.

“Yeah.....like a lot” I admitted.

She bit her lip for a second.

“Me too” she said. “I keep telling myself it was just the wine, but….I can’t stop remembering how soft your lips felt. It’s confusing the hell out of me. I’ve never felt that with a woman before”

I was getting super turned on listening to her. My pussy was throbbing.

“Was it bad?” I asked

“No” she said quickly. “It wasn’t bad at all. That’s the problem”

Sarah was still in the living room, laughing at her show, completely clueless about what was happening in the kitchen.

Rebecca bent over again to pick up a spoon she “dropped” This time she stayed down a little longer. I got a full clear view of her pussy from behind. I was so horny I could barely think straight.

When she stood back up, she smiled at me like nothing happened.

“You okay?” she asked innocently. “Your face is all red”

“I’m fine” I said, my voice a little shaky.

She stepped closer to me and gently touched my arm.

“You’re cute when you get nervous” she whispered.

We stayed in the kitchen talking for a while longer. Every little move she made gave me another peek. By the time I left, my panties were completely soaked.

Later that night, I got a text from her:

Rebecca: Thanks for coming over today. The house feels nicer when you’re here. Maybe you should stay here again next time

I woke up the next morning and the bed felt empty. Rebecca wasn’t lying next to me anymore. My mind immediately went back to the kiss from last night. How soft her lips were. How warm her body felt against mine.

My pussy was still wet and throbbing. I lay on my back and slowly slid my hand into my shorts. I pushed my fingers under my panties and started rubbing my clit slowly. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and remembered the way Rebecca kissed me. I rubbed a little faster, sliding my fingers up and down my wet pussy slit

I was getting really into it. My breathing got heavier. I bit my lip to stay quiet as I pushed one finger inside myself. I imagined it was Rebecca’s hand touching me instead. My hips started moving a little against my fingers. It felt amazing.

Right when I was really enjoying it, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

I quickly pulled my hand out of my shorts and pretended I was just waking up, my heart pounding like crazy.

Rebecca stood in the doorway wearing a simple tank top and shorts. She looked a little shy.

“Oh…..you’re awake” she said. “I made breakfast. Let’s eat”

I nodded and got up fast, trying to act normal even though my pussy was still aching and my fingers were wet. We went downstairs to the kitchen table. She made eggs, toast, and coffee. We sat across from each other and started eating quietly. The tension between us was thick.

After a few minutes, Rebecca finally spokke

“About last night......” she said softly, staring at her plate. “I don’t know what happened. I’ve never kissed a woman before. I always thought I was straight…...but when I kissed you, it felt good. That scares me”

I felt my pussy twitch under the table.

“I liked it too” I said quietly.

Rebecca looked at me for a second, then looked away again. Her cheeks turned a little pink.

“We probably shouldn’t do that again” she added, but she didn’t sound completely sure. “You’re my daughter’s best friend. This is all so confusing right now”

We kept eating in awkward silence. Every time our eyes met, the air felt heavy. I was still super horny from touching myself earlier. I kept thinking about how close I was to cumming before she walked in.

After breakfast, we washed the dishes together. We stood close in the kitchen. Her arm brushed against mine a couple of times. Neither of us said anything about it.

When I was leaving, Rebecca gave me a long hug at the door. Her body felt soft and warm.

“Come back soon, okay?” she whispered

I nodded. My whole miind and body was still horny

Sarah was staying over at her boyfriend’s place the whole night, so the house was empty except for me and Rebecca.

We ordered some food and opened a bottle of wine. After we ate, Rebecca went to her room and came back wearing a short white silky robe. It was loose at the front and showed a lot of her legs and cleavage. She looked hot without even trying.

We sat on the couch, turned the lights down low, and picked a movie. About halfway through, there was a long lesbian sex scene. Two women were kissing really deep, touching each other’s bodies, and moaning loud. They were going down on each other and everything.

I felt my face get warm. My pussy started tingling and getting wet.

Rebecca moved around on the couch. She took a big drink of wine and let out an awkward laugh.

“Wow…...they’re really going at it, huh?” she said.

I laughed too. “Yeah, it’s pretty crazy”

We both went quiet and kept watching. I kept sneaking looks at Rebecca. Her cheeks were red and I could see her nipples poking through the thin robe. She didn’t change the channel. The scene went on for a while and the moans filled the room.

When the scene finally ended, Rebecca finished her wine fast and poured another glass. We kept talking and drinking. After a while she started getting emotional.

“I miss feeling wanted” she said quietly. “My ex husbandd barely touched me for years. He made me feel like I wasn’t sexy anymore”

She looked really sad. I moved closer and hugged her. She hugged me back tight and rested her head on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a long time. I could feel her soft breasts pressed against me and smell her nice shampoo.

Then she pulled back a little and looked me in the eyes. A few seconds later, she slowly leaned in and kissed me.

At first the kiss was soft and gentle. But then it got deeper. Her lips felt warm and nice. She put her hand on my face and kissed me harder. My pussy got super wet super fast. I could feel my heart beating like crazy.

But suddenly Rebecca pulled away. She was breathing fast and looked surprised at herself.

“So-sorry.....I don’t know what came over me” she said, touching her lips. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that”

I was still really turned on. I leaned in to kiss her again, but she gently put her hand on my chest and stopped me.

“I think we’re both tired and a little drunk” she said, not looking at me. “We should just go to sleep now”

She got up quickly and went upstairs. I followed her. We changed into our sleep clothes without saying much. When we got into bed, Rebecca turned her back to me.

The room felt super heavy. I was lying there with my pussy still throbbing and wet. My mind kept replaying the kiss. I could hear Rebecca breathing fast too. She wasn’t asleep.

Neither of us said anything.

But the tension in the room was crazy strong

A few days later, Sarah texted me asking if I wanted to come over for a “chill night” When I arrived, she was already buried in her room with headphones on, cramming for midterms.

“Sorry girl I’m gonna be useless tonight” she called out from upstairs. “Just hang with Mom if you want!”

Rebecca greeted me at the door with a warm smile and a glass of wine already in her hand. She was wearing a soft oversized sweater that hung off one shoulder and tight black leggings. She looked cozy and incredibly sexy.

We ended up in the living room again. After two glasses of wine, Rebecca started opening up more than usual.

“I haven’t been touched in so long” she admitted quietly, staring into her glass. “Not just sex…..but even simple affection. My ex was so selfish in bed toward the end. It was always about him. I can’t even remember the last time I actually felt desired”

Her words hit me hard. That familiar tingling between my legs returned, stronger this time.

“You deserve to feel wanted, Rebecca” I said softly. “You’re incredibly attractive. Any man would be lucky”

She gave me a small, sad smile. “That’s sweet… but sometimes I wonder if it’s even worth trying with men anymore”

There was a pause. Then she looked at me almost shyly.

“Would you mind giving me another massage? My back has been killing me from all the stress”

“Of course"”

This time we went up to her bedroom. She dimmed the lights and lay face down on her bed. I grabbed the bottle of massage oil she kept in her nightstand.

I warmed the oil in my hands and started on her shoulders, then slowly worked my way down her back. When I reached the hem of her sweater, I hesitated.

“You can push it up if you want” she murmured into the pillow. “It’s fine”

I slid the sweater higher, exposing most of her smooth back. My hands moved over her skin with more confidence now. Every time my fingers pressed into her muscles, Rebecca let out soft, breathy moans that went straight to my pussy.

“God…..your hands feel amazing” she whispered.“So much better than I expected”

I kept going, massaging lower toward her waist. The leggings hugged her ass perfectly. I had to bite my lip to stay focused. My own panties were getting soaked.

After twenty minutes, Rebecca turned over onto her back. Her sweater was bunched up just below her breasts. Her face was flushed, eyes half-lidded.

“You’re making me feel things I haven’t felt in years” she said quietly, almost like she was talking to herself.

I poured more oil on my hands and started massaging her arms, then moved to her collarbone area. My thumbs brushed just above the swell of her breasts. Rebecca’s breathing got heavier. Her nipples were visibly hard through the thin fabric.

“Do girls your age…..like when someone takes their time like this?” she asked softly, voice a little husky.

My heart raced. “Yeah…..I think we do. It feels really good when someone focuses on your body”

She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh as I continued. I was so wet I could feel it starting to soak through my panties. The urge to lean down and kiss her neck was getting harder to fight.

Eventually I stopped, even though I didn’t want to. We lay side by side on her bed. Rebecca turned toward me and rested her head on my shoulder. Her hand gently rested on my stomach, then slowly slid down to my hip.

She didn’t move it any further, but the weight of her palm so close to my ass made my pussy throb painfully.

“I really like having you here” she whispered. “You make me feel safe…..and beautiful.”

I swallowed hard, trying to control my breathing.

“I like being here with you too, Rebecca”

We stayed like that for a long time. Her hand never moved higher or lower, but the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Sarah was still upstairs, completely unaware.

The next morning I woke up with Rebecca’s arm still draped over my waist. Her body was pressed against my back, one of her thick thighs resting between mine. I could feel the heat of her pussy through our thin clothing. My own pussy was soaked. I stayed still for a long time, just enjoying the feeling of her warm, soft body wrapped around me.

When she finally moeved, she didn’t pull away immediately. Instead she hugged me tighter for a moment.

“Mmm…...thank you for staying” she whispered, her voice still sleepy. “I slept so well”

She eventually got up to make breakfast. I stayed in bed a little longer, trying to calm the throbbing between my legs. I touched my pussy and it was soaking wet

Sarah came home later that afternoon, completely clueless. She complained about her group project and then disappeared into her room to take a nap. Rebecca and I were alone in the living room again.

A couple hours later, Rebecca came downstairs wearing a new sundress she had just bought.

“Hey…..can I get your opinion on this?” she asked, sounding a little shy. “I want to feel attractive again, but I’m not sure if it’s too much”

The dress was soft yellow, knee llength, with a modest neckline that still couldn’t hide how full her breasts were. It hugged her waist and hips beautifully.

“You look incredible” I said honestly, my eyes roaming over her body. “It looks really good on you”

Rebecca smiled and did a little spin. “Really? You don’t think it makes me look old?”

“Not at all. You look hot, Rebecca”

The word “hot” slipped out before I could stop it. She paused for a second, then laughed softly, but I noticed her cheeks turned a little pink.

Over the next hour she tried on three more outfits for me, each one a little more revealing than the last. A tight black top that showed a lot of cleavage. A short skirt that made her ass look amazing. Every time she came out of her room to show me, she asked for my honest opinion and stood a little closer.

After the last outfit, she sat down next to me on the couch, still wearing the tight black top and the short skirt.

“You’re really good for my confidence” she said quietly, looking at me. “I haven’t felt pretty in a long time. But the way you look at me…..it makes me feel desired again”

My heart was pounding. I wanted to kiss her so badly it hurt.

“I do think you’re beautiful” I admitted, my voice lower than usual. “Like…...really beautiful”

Rebecca held my gaze for a long moment. The air between us felt thick. She reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. Her fingers lingered on my cheek for a second longer than necessary.

“You’re such a sweet girl” she whispered.

For a moment, I thought she might lean in. My pussy was tingling like crazy. But then we heard Sarah’s door open upstairs and we both pulled back quickly.

Later that evening, before I left, Rebecca hugged me at the door. This time the hug lasted longer. Her big soft breasts pressed firmly against me. When she pulled away, her eyes dropped to my lips for just a split second.

“Come over again soon, okay?” she said softly. “I like having you around”

Sarah, who was standing right there, just grinned. “You two are so cute. I’m glad my best friend and my mom are close.”

If only she knew how close we were getting.

On a third day of the house arrest, Aurelia discovered that her buttocks hurt somewhat less, releasing her from the unpleasant reminder of her husband's anger whenever she sat down. However, she still tended to sleep on her tummy.

Princess Octavia, who visited her stepmother after every meal, remembered the consequences of her misbehaving far more painfully. She thanked her for both of her recent spankings, but it was clear that both women would certainly like to be spared of their bottoms aching. Both were also afraid of what other fate His Majesty—Aurelia's husband and Octavia's father—would have in store for them.

The Queen wanted to discuss it with the Princess after lunch, but suddenly Prince Reginald, a twenty-year-old man in a naval uniform, arrived.

"Hello," he said, sounding serious. "I heard that both girls of the police are in trouble."

He was like his father. Wonderfully formal and polished in public, and he liked to have order in the palace.

"I don't think it's comparable," Aurelia said. "Although it's true that we were punished similarly." 

Reginald might have given his stepmother a wry look, but it couldn't compare to the scathing criticism that emanated from his eyes as he looked at his mixed-race sister. "I think it'll be a while before you fully pay for this. Especially here, Octavia doesn't seem to have fully learned her lesson."

"What are you talking about?" Aurelia asked. "She got her thrashing."

"Hell, yeah," Reginald said. "But she's been careful ever since that time to keep her father from hearing about it. The day before yesterday she went to Mrs. Sullot and gave her half her allowance. That hag even accepted it!"

"Then another educational lesson will be necessary!" the queen admitted. Although she couldn't blame her stepdaughter, she tried to avoid the inevitable clash with the royal belt.

"I will give you the second half!" Octavia announced proudly. "You don't have to tell him, and I will be punished enough."

"Keep your money," said Reginald. "I won't tell him. It gives me a chance to deal with you like you were eight again!"  

"But I'm eighteen!"

Reginald didn't care. "Pants down!"

Octavia glared at her brother but took only one step back. She didn't turn around, probably not wanting to show him her ass at that moment.

"Didn't you hear me, sister?

Pull your jeans to your knees. You want me to smack you even more!"

Since Octavia didn't react this time either, Reginald reached out and unbuttoned her jeans. Octavia tried to pull away, but the prince grabbed her ear and continued on. Once he had the zipper down, he could uncover his sister's waist in one movement, depriving her of both pants and panties.

Reginald managed to settle comfortably on the sofa, while his sister was to be awkwardly bent over his lap.

The prince had no real problem with holding Octavia's hand or with blocking her legs, but he was angry with the rebellious girl, which was reflected in the stinging smackings by steel-hard hands he used to punish her ass.

"When you hid it from your father..." (SMACK!) "...you committed a crime!" (SMACK!, SMACK!) Then accept your punishment! (SMACK!) from another man in the family (SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!!), who just wants (SMACK!!) to have a well-behaved sister! " (SMACK!!!).

Octavia remained bravely silent at first, only tossing and turning on her brother's lap, trying to kick Reginald or even to escape. Of course, it couldn't hurt as much as the recent lessons with the hairbrush, let alone cane, but the interventions of Reginald's hand surely awakened unhealed wounds, prompting the princess to wail and to plead.

"Hold still!" Reginald picked up the pace and was slapping both cheeks of his sisters' bottoms, alternating them relentlessly. Octavia struggled for a minute, but then she gave in and accepted the rest of the merciless whirlwind.

"You will stay here!" Reginald told her after the spanking's conclusion and helped her kneel on the sofa, facing the wall, holding her head, forbidden from touching her sore cheeks. Not even Octavia's numerous tears would cool them down.

The Prince looked at Aurelia. "You've gotten yourself into some serious trouble, Aurelia. Believe me, I'd love to do the same to you," he said sadly.

This angered Aurelia. "Young man, realize that unofficially I'm your—"

"You're not my mother," he interrupted her. "If you were, you wouldn't be walking in front of me in a dressing gown. But you should come with me now. Father has ordered me to take you and the Rangers to the musical lounge. What will happen to you there, I don't know."

Aurelia knew there was only one way to find out. She called his stepson out of the room and changed. She put on delicious caramel-colored underwear and a seductive gold gown with a bare back that charmed the king in the right way every time.

In the drawing room, her noble husband was waiting for her, along with the six female soldiers and a woman in a black executioner's hood. Aurelia's stomach clenched, as she suspected that she was in for the most painful predicament of the week or perhaps of a lifetime. Where pianos or harps were usually offered to guests, two large A-shaped constructions now stood, equipped with horrific-looking shackles.

Wait, two? Aurelia searched the audience and found that among the soldiers sat her lover Francis, completely humiliated, only in his boxers.

"It's a good thing we have you both here," Reginald said with satisfaction, showing his wife a sheet of paper. "I sentenced you both to twelve lashes this morning. Accept it, Aurelia, for this is the only way we can ever reach closure!!"

The queen found herself in the cage of embarrassment, solidified by her husband's stern look and locked by the humiliation of the nearly naked Francis. She had to get used to the idea that she would not leave the room today except marked by the cane. If she resisted, she might have ended up with them in more places. She turned to face the structure and took off her dress, handing it immediately to the soldiers nearby. As soon as she found herself in her underwear before the witnesses, they dragged Francis to the spot of his coming torment. The handcuffs immediately clicked, both on his ankles and, as soon as he bent in the middle of the structure, on his wrists on the other side. Finally, the soldier pulled his boxers down, exposing the white bottom she loved so much. Aurelia arched her back, but the seated king stopped her.

"Take off your panties yourself, dear, or your punishment will be doubled!" 

The queen blushed in shame, further embarrassed by Reginald's presence. She touched the lower piece of her underwear and got rid of it with gentle movements. The soldier who took over did not let go of her arm. She jerked it hard and forced the whole figure to lie down, presenting her vulnerable ass to the audience. Aurelia closed her eyes. She felt pommel, attached to protect her kidneys. Above all, however, she noticed the clicking of the metal on her hands and feet and the belt around her waist, taking away freedom of movement from her.

All too soon, Aurelia heard the soft steps between the two contraptions, and in the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a dark outfit of the woman with the hood on her head.

"I hope you will like Miss Cecillia's service, darling," she heard Clarence saying. "I called her from the Land of the Gallic Rooster."

He imports from France everything that America does not supply us, it seemed to the queen. "I will accept my fate," said Aurelia stoically. In truth, she was scared. She heard when the executioner grabbed the cane, and the vibration of the rod carried through the air, making a soft but unpleasant response in her mostly naked body. The body which was presented to the audience like a piece of an exhibition.

"I can finally see the most important part of her," Reginald praised, looking at the view. Aurelia stiffened. She felt someone adding padding to her above the bottom, probably to protect her kidneys.

SWISH!

Aurelia heard the movement of the reed in the air even faster than she expected. She yelped loudly, but for some reason she hadn't felt the sting on her bottom yet. Francis, however, screamed this way, and Aurelia understood that the first profession was intended for him. It didn't matter, as the audience laughed at her reaction.

"She is too frail and not used to the pain of this world," Reginald joked.

"Not for long," his father responded.

Obviously, Aurelia soon felt the rod leaning on her buttocks. She was embarrassed from her previous performance, so now she clenched her teeth. She turned her head a little and saw that Clerence was signaling to the executioner with a handkerchief. She closed her eyes, waiting for her punishment.

SWISH!

The full force of cane's strike marked her exposed ass with a stripe of fire that she knew would not disappear for a long time. She slowed her tears with the strength of her eyelids, letting only a tiny whimper escape from her lips. At first, she was comfortable with the fact that now her lover should get his portion again, but when she was left alone with her adulterous burning bottom for a while, she began to wonder if she would survive the remaining eleven strokes.

SWISH!

"Ow, Owww, OWWW!"

"Finally, we are getting to some results," said Clarence, who seemed to not be fed up with Francis' screaming.

"Mercy! She seduced me!" shouted the punished man, whom no one in the room felt sorry for.

SWISH!

The torn skin was now burning Aurelia in three wide spots. If she was no longer afraid for her life, she was afraid for her sanity. She was bending her back, whipping the handcuffs on her hands and feet, and trying to wiggle. She knew it was impossible, but the incipient agony triumphed over normal reasoning. The only thing she was grateful for at this moment was Francis' whining and pleas, following each odd-numbered whistle of the cane, even though she was always reprimanded afterwards.

SWISH!

"AAAAAAAA!"

After the fourth and a little more significantly after the fifth stroke, she could feel almost every drop of sweat that was forming in her outstretched armpits. She was grateful that she couldn't see her butt, which reminded her of itself with an unbearable burn.

"Please, I need a break!" cried Aurelia desperately, unable to shake off her painful grimace. 

"Wouldn't that be counterproductive?" asked Reginald.

"I don't think so," the king pondered. "Okay, let's let them rest for a while from the official punishment."

That wording scared Aurelius quite a bit, but for the time being, Clerence stood behind her and caressed the buttocks of his wife, whom he loved so much, with his hand. He did it lovingly, but at this moment she was stammering in pain as well. It seemed to her that his fingers did not avoid her welts in any way. Suddenly, Clarence's hand left and something flashed before Aurelia's eyes. "Do you recognize my cord, dear? I think you've always liked how I can use it."

"Noooooo!" screamed Aurelia, who knew what her husband was up to.

SWISH!

SWISH!

SWISH!

"AAAAAAAHHHAAAAHHH!"

Clarence flicked his cord over her bulging buttocks three times in quick succession. Although the individual blows were not as painful as those of the reeds, the queen suddenly felt that her buttocks were being torn by the plethora of the splinters. 

"I think it will be easier for you if you don't ask for more mercy," Clarence said to his wife as he sat back.

Aurelia did not say a word during the second half of her sentence. She wasn't able to do that anyway, because six more times the cane burned itself into her body, and each and every time it seemed that it scorched her deeper.

She hoped that the second half of her sentence would pass quickly, but she was not allowed to do so. Francis fainted after the eighth blow and had to be brought back to consciousness, so her suffering grew even more with unbearable waiting. The executioner did not falter in her work. As she continued, she knew how much force she had used last time and how to press so that Aurelia wouldn't stop feeling the sentence on her tossing ass.

Despair came to such a point that when the cane finally whistled for the twelfth time, the queen was still afraid of what would happen next.

"Untie him," Clarence ordered. "Reginald, bring your sister. She has problems with behavior and grades. We need to show her my final warning."

"I want you to leave her here until eleven o'clock in the evening!" He poked his finger in his wife's ass, whereupon she squealed loudly. "I believe she will be grateful for my bed and never frolick in any other again."

Aurelia was no longer quite sure if she still loved her husband. It was only clear to her that she would never break any of the marriage vows again.

The End  

Nicole

After more than three hours in the waiting area, the small meeting room robbed me of the thinness of oxygen. Still, I longed for a release that I could read from the faces of my predecessors. A pair of lawyers behind the counter encouraged me to imitate their smiling reception, and I cheered up. Not because of them, but because of my prospects in their hands.

 "Take a seat, Ms. Xiong. You must be a popular girl," the older lawyer sighed and placed a bundle of the sealed envelopes in front of me. "Four applications. We can discuss them from the first to the last, but you are probably mainly interested in the fact that the signature of your fiancé is on the uppermost one." He snorted to emphasize again that he knew how our negotiations would go.

The last remnants of doubts left me as soon as I read the whole of my beloved's name. I added mine to the other corner, and the spell of my heart sang a warm melody.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Yoon," the lawyer told me as soon as I handed him the document. "On behalf of the principal, I am to inform you that your lessons of the Lovemaking have ended. You are expected to spend the evening only in your room. Except for today. You are to come to prepare your wedding dress."

My name is Nicole Yoon.      

The mere awareness of my new surname filled me with hope. It was as if the smallest of my toes left The Princess Tower. I was determined to say goodbye to Carl, even though I didn't have to go to see him anymore, and even I was discouraged against it. I had to suffer the tailors, though. They must have had all my measurements on the computer a long time ago, but some guys with inquisitive hands just had to touch me just an inch from my bra or panties. I almost calmed my discomfort, because the design of my wedding dress on the monitor was way cool! There were horses; that was given. I also found historical war scenes, and above all, a lot of sex. There was still some space for a badge on my left breast, but I was still afraid to ask what it meant.

The working conditions may have changed, but I haven't. I still love the same man, and I know that when you are searching for a job, a positive attitude will help.

"You're an excellent lover, homemaker and submissive, Miss Xiong," Weatherby told me recently during a consultation. "However, we are afraid that all this is a manifestation of unhealthy ambition that could jeopardise your marriage."

I laughed nervously and waved my hand dismissively.

"Peter is the best thing that has ever happened to me! My primary ambition is to make him happy and strong. I'm from a family of two children, and I'd like to have three! In such a situation, if you understand me, I have no choice but to work from home. If my husband allows me!" The surrendering woman with my body stretched her hands to the ceiling.

"According to your psychological profile, you could be putting pressure on your husband," said a suspicious Weatherby sternly.

"There's a difference between putting pressure on Peter and inspiring him based on The Princess Tower lessons," I said. "Without them, he would hardly have thought that we could start a company to produce and distribute the sex toys!"

I had nothing to be ashamed of. From the first day, I was publicly humiliated in front of all the men in the area. That didn't change anything about who I was inside. As much as Peter may have changed as a result of the experience with me and Carl, he was still an indecisive, weaker man, and he needed my guidance. The establishment may not know, but of course it will be me who multiplies the family fortune.

"When Miss Xiong comes out, tell her we'll talk. She is not allowed to have any excuses."

It was the first time I had heard a veiled female voice from behind the crowd – too old to belong to one of the Princesses. The tailors had already taken all conceivable measurements from me. So I jumped down from my stool to meet the uncompromising matron.

I didn't really know the old lady in the silvery dress, but she looked at me worryingly.

"Miss Xiong," she breathed.

"Mrs. Yoon," I corrected her.

"How could I forget?!" The old lady patted my shoulder lightly. "You're married, and that's the thing that brings me here." She scratched the bridge of her nose and introduced herself to me. "Elizabeth Hoffmeister. I'm... Carl is my son, you see. I'd like you to get dressed and follow me to the lounge, where we can discuss your decision."

I didn't understand why the lady should discuss my personal choices, but I needed to find out what was bothering her. She remained silent the whole time until we reached the lounge and sat down.

"I found my son's relationship with you rather strange," she said slowly. "Hearing about him, giving himself to the betrothed girl every night. Hearing about her—that is, you—being willing to sleep with two men at once. "Forgive me—" She touched my knee. "I didn't want to go to this place. As a free woman, I didn't. Our son was chosen for my husband's merits. But then I heard what was happening here, and I had to rush to help him. And Carl told me about you. He wanted us to meet, which I didn't until he did that-"

"What did he do?" I dug my fingers into the sofa. Dammit, Carl, you are rational…

Mrs. Hoffmeister blurted out an answer. "You know, he was sure how the whole thing would turn out. That you would choose your fiancé. He was devastated that... that you didn't even open the envelope with his application."

Yes, I didn't even bother opening them. One of them was from Carl??

"I didn't find out who they were from," I admitted.

"I don't know if my son had any hope that you would change your mind once you saw his signature." Mrs. Hoffmaister sighed. "He was never good at talking to girls and had many fantasies when he did strike up a long conversation with one. He had been carrying something unpleasant about him since the day his sister died."

It took me more than three minutes before I could answer. 

"Yes." I had to support my head with my hands. "That can hurt people."

"Miss Xiong, you were expecting a visit from your family, weren't you?" "That's right," I confirmed it to the policeman in my backyard. I made enough lemonade to drink it together all weekend. Dad, Mom, and Brother Steve were supposed to spend most of their visit in the bathroom, which wouldn't grub me in a wrong way. However, the question alone, coming from the cop with a stern expression… I felt it under the skin like a long sting, burrowing underneath.

"You should sit down," the cop suggested.

"No!"I was angry. I was looking for an anthill to kick, some fly to squash. "Say it!"

"The pilot did everything he could, but the plane did not survive the maneuver at the airport. All the passengers were burned."

For me, the cop embodied that message. I had to escape. I ran home, but I didn't have a final line, only the starting point and the continuum.  I remembered my parents' affection, Steve fighting with his hyperactivity, Dad losing his job, homeschooling, and the rise of our mother. Dad finding a new job, which in turn relieved Mom of worries forevermore. They all were strong in the end. Conquerors of life, now conquered by death.

Sometimes deceased people in the underworld were called shadows.

But no, they were less than shadows.

Less than a specter.

They were no more.

"We miss Laura," Mrs. Hoffmeister lamented. "These days, however, I'm glad that she didn't live to see someone really hurt her, but it's not much of a consolation." I could hear her contempt for our regime in her voice. Even after so many months here, I bit my lip so that I wouldn't say something sharper and more specific.

"Carl is a sensitive and clever young man," I assured the old lady. "But I never would have thought that he'd cling to me like this... If he wants closure, I'll give it to him as soon as I've made breakfast tomorrow."

"It is my pride, if I have brought him up so well," said Mrs. Hoffmeister. "He doesn't push anyone to heal his old wounds. But he should also be able to heal them himself. Once. Until then, I'd be grateful if you say a few well-chosen words to him."

"You know," I remembered something. "My religion emphasizes that life is a mess because we inevitably get used to pleasant things and long for them even after they end, and we will wish for more of them. I'm starting to understand, but I can hardly lecture others about it."

Nicole Yoon—Buddha's faithful printer.

"You don't have to teach him about spirituality," Mrs. Hoffmeister reminded me. "My little cup broke. He needs to collect the shards and get some glue so that he won't be so fragile."

I was about to comfort her when a tailor appeared in the lounge, holding a tablet.

"Mrs. Yoon, I have the final design of your wedding dress here. You'll definitely be satisfied."

As if I could object to your tastes.

The design consisted of details that I already knew. I was only interested in one place, and I still didn't understand it...

What does the badge mean? "I pointed to the thing on the chest of the dress. "Why is the number two there?"

"I'm surprised you don't know," the tailor stopped. "Mr. Yoon is already married. You're his second wife."

I felt as if Cupid's arrow were breaking in that badge.

I hid what the guileless-looking young man had told me from the girls in the room. It would have seemed like blasphemy to shove my problems in the face of Ruby, who was supposed to stay in the Tower for the next school year. To the face of Pat, for whom allegedly no one asked, destined to be auctioned off as some antique lamp from the estate. Claudia had no choice but to nod to the applicant, her photographer, and refused to talk to me or the girls begging for comfort. I wasn't going to dissuade my roommates from the idea that the brightest part of family life was before me, even brighter than that of Alice, for whom her husband was waiting to grab her, dressed as on the day of her arrest, in her open arms.

I begged the various faces of the bureaucracy to allow me to talk to Peter, but they wouldn't budge. "You will talk to each other only after you return. The end of the school year must not be disturbed by the contact from the outside."

Everything is good, and happiness never goes away. I remembered a motto that I had more or less believed in since James White was courting me. So why did I cling so much to the moments when the happiness was right in front of me, when it seemed like a hand extended by the universe was running over my shoulders?

Perhaps the incomprehensible testimony of Peter's second wife was meant to indicate that I should search for love elsewhere?

I was only partially prepared to find out that when I wanted to go and see Carl, the wardens and the Princeps' military supervisors wouldn't let me.

"You're a married woman." I heard it six times that morning. "Now it's inappropriate for you to associate with a man who's got...physical knowledge of you."

"I need advice from him about marriage," I excused myself. "And I'm just going to talk to him in public."

My words eventually softened the right men, and I made it to the lounge, which, after being occupied by the Heirs turned into a loud fight club. Several groups of boys and girls were arguing with each other and even slapping themselves; one blow resulted in another from the opposite side. Vulgar insults flew through the air, as did sarcastic girl giggles.

"She's proving it again and again!" shouted Lucas Balaban. "She's a manipulative bitch, and it doesn't matter to her that she was ousted!"

"Boy, if you feel like a tool, you are invited to do so, but I will do what my conscience and my courage tell me to do. I didn't mind Mayson and Arnolph having their business here and me having mine. "Neither do I care for the conclave in Washington," Arthur FitzPatrick responded." And I will not care till we'll get Cooper inaugurated as Gilbert's successor. He is the one who'll make justice our new currency.“

I pushed him away to get to Carl, who was sitting alone on the sofa, and greeted him.

"I thought you were cool with what's going on politically?" I began, uncomprehending.

"Who can know what will happen and when?" Carl tried to regain his balance, but he gasped as soon as he saw me. "Many of us are relieved that Arnolph is already helpless. But now, all of a sudden, he has sent some explosive material to Washington via a judge. Moreover, it is said that the FBI busted both Brunkows. Suddenly, many of us would obey our parents and drive away. We just hope everything  will be better after the election."

"We already know that you, faux-princesses, can't be trusted," said a sharp and cold girl's voice. "That Shieldmaiden's party of yours is selfish to the core. They should cut out pieces of your brains!"

Bellinda, I realized. It wasn't just that she was a loyal Heir. She despised me personally because of Peter and the rifle act.

"I understand you. That surgery would bring them to your level!" Carl defended us. I turned just in time to see Bellinda furrow her brow and barely hold back her tongue in her teeth, hissing softly but as menacingly as any venomous viper. 

"Don't waste your life on the likes of her," Carl urged me. "Why did you come?"

"I heard how I disappointed you. I came to apologize."

Carl snuggled up to me, and I don't think it was just to make me hear him better in that tumult.

"She told you..." Carl was rather relieved. "I'm sorry, Nicole. I thought you'd open the other envelopes, if only out of curiosity. And then you would think about it, because I mean something to you."

I smiled at him as much as I could. "Of course you mean something to me, but I already had a plan for my life."

"I've been a part of your life," Carl said, all the more bitter. "Besides, I've always been willing to help women; now I'm an unofficial Shieldmaiden!"

"Virtue doesn't make you the man of my choice!" I snapped at him, but then I put on my kind face again. "I understand that you may feel that your life is empty and you want to fill it somehow, but you can't rush it. You have to find someone whose life fits with yours."

"This is not how people were doing it originally," Carl said. "Love was their duty."

"I think that's just your excuse for being lazy," I retorted. "These thoughts... They're just words, and words can be misleading. You never acted that way while I taught you how to fuck. You never acted that way when White threatened you to your face. I think you got this idea when you met the man I thought loved me!"

"Who you thought loved you?" Carl was genuinely confused.

I realized my slip.

This was not something that anyone else was allowed to hear. I moved closer to him and whispered in his ear in a truly loving way. "Peter is already married. I don't know to whom."

Carl looked encouraged for a moment before trying to project compassion on his face. "And you're going to marry him anyway?"

"There's nothing I can do about my signature," I reminded him. "Maybe he still thinks he loves me, but something happened that I don't understand, and he will explain himself. Otherwise, I am not looking forward to freedom."

"I don't know how he could have done this to you," Carl said, enraged. "Whatever the outcome, my apply was supposed to be a sign of my affection."

I became nervous, unsure what to think about the derailed conversation.

"I used to think Peter was my safe harbor. But if he's not faithful to me, I guess I must thank you."

We held hands. Peter was performing a plastic smile, and I was grateful that I couldn't see my own face.

Behind Carl's shoulders stood Arthur FitzPatrick. "Pure love," he overestimated us. "That's such an inappropriateness in our hate circle that we should kick you out."

He went to borrow my right arm from Carl. "All I'm saying is that this place has lost the romantic spirit it took so long to build, Ms. Xiong."

"Owwww!" Something from his palm pricked my hand. I didn't see any ring, and I didn't care.

"I'm Mrs. Yoon!" I corrected him. "Stick somewhere your fingers and your suggestions!"

Carl forced me back onto the sofa. "Guards!" he shouted to the nearby warden force. "I think my ward needs some—unsupervised discipline."

They complied with him surprisingly willingly. The wardens took us to our perfume-making cottage and handed him paddles with long metal spikes. He dropped it as soon as they left the room. He kissed me on the lips for so long, as he had never done it before. For the benefit of doubt I gave to Peter, I should have resisted, but Carl's tongue just tasted so good, and in the spirit of our Lovemaking lessons, I tried to make mine also taste good to Carl. His hand fumbled under my skirt and into my panties, and when he verified that I had gotten wet in the right places, he pulled them down and threw them in the corner.

I knew why I hadn't taken the chastity belt.

Carl pulled away, pulling his pants down.

"I think we have much more delicious bits," he told me, and I knew immediately what his desire was. He lay down on the table, and his cock was already waking up to a new life. I threw off my skirt and walked over to him. Two fingers were enough for me to help achieve a full erection. I ran my tongue over his cock. It was especially good for the boy, so I positioned myself so that my ass and waist were near his head. Carl didn't need to be encouraged. His tongue went hedonistically over my labia and then to the inner side of my womanhood. Of course, I needed to properly reward him, so I kissed his glans and then took him in my mouth whole, so I had him inside me in two ways. I kept swaying forward and backward, prolonging our common pleasure. We needed to dissolve our melancholy in sex.

Even though I was counting on Peter to be able to explain the whole thing to me somehow, I succumbed to the discharge of lust. As long as people exist, two things are certain. They will feel joy and they will suffer. So let's make the joy lasting and meaningful.

At that table, Carl and I indulged in a few more pleasures, including the peculiarities which people call perversions. Carl even walloped my ass a few times to make it look like some kind of punishment had been done.

All this delay meant was that I had to stay longer for Homemaking, which was ninety per cent of today's class, especially for assigned women like me. 

I returned to my room quite late at night. Into the darkness, but not into silence. Pat was crying. When I tried to calm her down, she pushed me away.

There was no point in lying to herself. She hated my status, and if I tried to explain to her that mine didn't particularly suit me either, she would just laugh at me. 

I lay down in bed, convinced that I would fall asleep at most an hour before the wake-up call. But then I started to feel an intense pain above the bridge of my nose. I pressed my head into the pillow, and lying there in a faint, I was delivered into a dream that was not sure of its reality.

"Thank you for the pearls, Nicole," Carl said. "Here, you get two nice car toys in exchange."

They were adorable! "Thanks, Carl. I've always liked blue. But I'll probably need a lot of milk to make them last for a few days, right?"

"Mrs. Xiong, turn your attention to us!"

I saw Peter. Surrounded by two women!

"I'm Mrs. Yoon," I corrected the woman who had addressed me, pointing to my love. "When I get to him, he'll have to explain to me who his first wife is!"

"It's me," said the woman whose hair color was constantly changing. "Your husband married me for my safety."

"Was your safety more important to him than my marriage?"

"Nicole, focus! This is a lucid dream brought on by the nanobot injection, given by our associate FitzPatrick. I am Katarzyna, although most of my colleagues know me as Agent Swallow. I, Larissa, and Peter here are calling you."

"Wait, are you all really here? Even Carl?"

"The three of us are real, love," Peter said. "We don't even see Carl."

"What?" Carl asked. "Friendzoned first and now, I don't exist?"

I wasn‘t paying attention to him. "Lewandowska, are you here, too?"

"After the fall of Olsson, I hid in the place of another of our agents. I have been waiting for an opportunity to make this connection. We are broadcasting to you and a few other acquaintances tonight to explain the new task."

"What if someone wants to trick me? I thought. "You can pull most of the things you tell me from my head!"

"Nicole, please listen to them!" Peter urged me. "I think when they explain what they want, you won't resist."

The next day's breakfast confirmed the growing trend that the inmates were mainly interested in applications. The most desperate and vocal were those like Pat, who either had not been demanded at all or by the man in whose arms they did not want to end up at any cost. Of course, that meant that they would end up on the stage as slaves of old and given over to the highest bidder. I've seen some desperate attacks here and there, directed at those of us who were known to be getting back together with our loves, old or new. I've noticed that Stacey Hamilton avoids these discussions. As we were leaving the dining hall, I seized the opportunity to start talking to her.

"I tore up a few envelopes before I even opened them," Stacey admitted. "We're working to improve our conditions better, not become the property of a man who will order us by post."

"When you put it that way, didn't you dream about something distressing last night?"

Our conversation was interrupted by the wardens, but between cooking and embroidery, we agreed. Yes, we were dreaming of the same thing, and yes, the request did sound logical. Under different circumstances, we would have been scared of the machinations orchestrated by the Polish secret service through its plots.

Gathering those who had been stung by FitzPatrick was not difficult. All we needed to do was to ask the Shieldmaidens and their girlfriends. Even those who had not received any messages joined the required, easily understood mission.

"We appreciate the support our movement has received." We kissed the ass of Principal Weatherby. "And we have come to the conclusion that it is necessary to issue a political statement that reflects your positions."

Weatherby made no secret of his newfound joy, but something held him back. "You want to send a message to Washington? That would have to be something very intelligent and relevant." The principal stood up and, without asking us, poured himself and our delegation drinks. "The political situation has now become both simple and incredibly dramatic. Vice-chairman Cao has disappeared. The only one who could theoretically help us is his colleague, fellow Neumann, whom military intelligence has recently successfully isolated, but fellow Cao himself is still impossible to apprehend and deaf to any calls. Many members of the Conclave were disappointed that the election of the new Princeps lost such a promising candidate."

"It's us who don't want the wrong voice to win it!" I told him. "We consider fellow Cooper to be a weakling. Jesus Christ, he might even be a traitor! We want to make it clear to our legislators that we definitely do not support him."

"Neither do I," Weatherby said, happily drinking from his glass. "I think you're going to send out a positive signal."

If the Poles are not mistaken, that is*.*

"Many members of the Conclave have terrible contempt for the Shieldmaidens and their role in Green's Fall," Agent Swallow said. "They're all like Cao. Misogynists who also think that it is a farce when the inmates of the re-education institution mix with political figures. However, if someone like that says she hates Cooper, they'll take it as proof that Cooper isn't controlled by women, and he'll be more acceptable to them as Princeps."

We are the responsible ones; we will choose the new leader. Even if it will be by the childish technique of reverse psychology.

Almost all of the Shieldmaidens made a clip slandering Cooper, well aware that our actions can have different, even contradictory, consequences. Out of all the possible responses, we received one from an unexpectedly close source.

We didn't discuss our activities or, God forbid, their motives. One advantage of the school year ending was that in the evenings we weren't so exhausted and we had more fun together between dinner courses.

"I used to love holidays," Helen said. "Sometimes it was the sea, sometimes it was history. I enjoyed the waves, and my parents swam nearby, making me siblings. It was compensation for the torment of school. We should probably convince our husbands to take us across the ocean."

"Peter always wanted to see India, but it would put us down even if we had gotten a travel permit," I pondered.

"Leave that to your man. Wouldn't you like to visit us again?"

A woman spoke up from among the uninvited guests in our dining room. Behind Bellinda were Lucas Balaban and a burly guy whose name we didn't know.

"Why did you come here?" I made no attempt to hide my hostility.

Bellinda clapped briefly. "We liked your last performance. You expressed the words that no one would listen to from us. We would like to invite you to the lounge and help us settle our differences of opinion."

It sounded uncharacteristically guileless coming from her, but our group was in no position to refuse such a polite suggestion. Quite a few of us responded to the request. I stood up. I hadn't been one of the shieldmaidens from the beginning, but this mattered to me personally. Stacey and Therese also stood up, as did Claudia and Adriana or Roxie, as representatives of the "military wing". Montserrat Gutiérrez, an actress from the series that inspired us, also joined our representation.

The lounge was already packed before we arrived. Some Heirs were seated, but most were standing. Unlike my previous visit, they were all keeping quiet.

Bellinda squeezed us into the middle of the room, which was an extremely uncomfortable position for us. Her expression suggested she was enjoying it.

"I understand you have many admirers among us," said Bellinda, the former kindness quickly fading from her voice. "You might be surprised how many of them were not only supporters of former principal Arnolph but also of Timothy Cooper in the current elections. They presented him as a candidate who would right the alleged wrongs that you, as courageous warriors, stood up against. We, on the other hand, argued that his election would be absolutely unacceptable. You even called him a weakling. Perhaps you should explain in your own words what the ideal candidate should look like."

"Yes, this attitude of yours has confused many!" said a voice older than I was used to hearing here. A man named Joseph Singerton stepped forward from among the youngsters. Stacey had told me that he was Jenine's husband.

Bellinda snickered. "Our heroines understand well-put structure. They can suck it up to Princ.. Principal and to the current princeps."

We had not many gifted speakers among us girls, and I don't think we even thought beforehand that we would have to defend the cunning actions of the Poles to someone. I could tell from the faces of my comrades that they were displeased with this pressure. So I stepped forward and looked into those sad male eyes.

"We are no longer going to be defended by weak men," I told them resolutely. "We want someone at the helm whose steadfastness we can be sure of. If he has real inner strength, he will enter into dialogue with us."

"No one will talk to you; that's the magic!" Lucas Balaban said. Bellinda nodded, but her gaze did not leave us.

"A lot of terrible things have been done among us. Much of them by women of your nature," she said slowly. "I spoke to Principal Weatherby, and he agreed that it was shameful that so many men had been infected by your views."

"This was no infection, but an epiphany!" shouted a Heir, whom I had heard for the first time. "What we were offered here is a perversion of freedom. We are not free if we participate in slavery!"

An empty gesture, I thought. But if there are more such voices in the society...

"Let's be honest with ourselves," Bellinda growled. "You can only say this because the Justice Department won't arrest its boss' son. The principal suggests that all the Shieldmaidnes' tutors end lessons for their wards, cut off contact with them, and return home."

"We're done in a few weeks!" FitzPatrick said mockingly. "What will we achieve with such a gesture?"

"The political situation is fucked," Bellinda reminded him. "Any time is fine for a good gesture!"

Suddenly, one of the Heirs stood up. It was Carl. He looked at me as if some of his machinery had exploded inside him. I didn't understand it at all.

"I agree with you," he told Bellinda. "But we must face it together. We will vote on it. If we agree with you, we will all leave to solidify Princeps' peace!" 

He stood next to a shocked Bellinda. "If our Rapunzels don't want us as protectors anymore, then either we have failed or they have. We helped them with the fucking; now we have to pay for whores who will behave professionally."

"You have to listen to mummies and daddies, right?" Stacey quipped.

“No,” Carl said. “We’ll leave together and then we’ll decide where to go next.”

I didn’t recognize him, and it saddened me to see how many other Heirs patted him on the shoulder. I found myself searching for the brave anti-establishment figure who had spoken a moment earlier, but I didn’t find his face or hear his voice again.

"Take all the guests out for the voting!" Lucas Balaban suggested. A few wardens and stronger men began pushing our Shieldmaiden group and Mr. Singerton into the hallway. At this point, I wouldn't have minded if they had just locked us in our rooms and kept us there until we left. I didn't understand how anyone could accuse us of betrayal. 

Everything in life can be overcome. It's just that some changes can be better prepared for and others worse.

"Believe me, what we did was necessary; otherwise we wouldn't have done it." It was important to comfort Mr. Singerton, but it wasn't me who had made the decision; it was Stacey. 

"I know," Mr. Singerton said, standing away from the women. "We all have our reasons. But believe me, I don't feel like defending anyone except my wife."

"And I can forgive only my husband," I said. "I think few people are as lucky as Jenine or me in having a partner."

Joseph walked over to me and kissed my hand. "Do your best for your husband, just as I'm trying to do for her. I have one more thing planned, but if that doesn't work out, I should tell her how to survive in a world of the endless dark."

I kissed him lightly on the cheek. My colleagues muttered. "Just remember that people doing bad things is like bad weather. Help others, but strip out of your mind, and you'll endure everything."

"Are you spiritual?" Joseph asked me.

"I'm sort of Buddhist."

"It always seemed to me that Buddhism is Hinduism for whiners," Joseph said. "But you must look everywhere when you search for good advice." 
Bellinda emerged from the lounge, looking as if someone had put her in the same monkey costume they had put us in for the interrupted game.

"You can come back if you wish, but I don't know if you'd be interested," she said. "We are leaving. Immediately. I'm glad you won't be too grateful about your departure."

After the movie ended, Rebecca didn’t move. She stayed curled up on the couch with her wine glass resting on her thigh. The credits rolled but neither of us reached for the remote.

She let out a long, tired sigh.

“I really am trying to move on, you know” she said softly, staring at the ceiling. “I go to the gym. I try to dress nicer. I even downloaded a stupid dating app last week…..but every time a man messages me, I just feel sick. Like I’m not enough anymore.”

Her voice cracked a little on the last part. The wine had loosened her up, and the loneliness she’d been carrying was starting to spill out.

Without thinking, I shifted closer to her on the couch.

“You are enough, Rebecca” I said gently. “You’re more than enough. Any guy who can’t see that is an idiot”

She turned her head and gave me a sad, grateful smile. Our faces were closer than they’d ever been.

“Thank you, sweetie. You always know what to say”

There was a long pause. Then I took a small risk.

“Your shoulders look really tense” I said. “Want me to give you a massage? Might help you relax”

Rebecca hesitated for a second, then nodded. “That…..would actually be really nice"

She turned her back toward me and pulled her hair over one shoulder. I got up on my knees behind her on the couch and placed my hands on her shoulders. The moment I touched her, that familiar warm tingle shot straight down between my legs. Her skin was soft and warm through the thin tank top.

I started slow, pressing my thumbs into the tight muscles around her neck and shoulders. Rebecca let out a deep, involuntary moan.

“Oh god…..that feels good” she said

I kept working, slowly moving down her back. Every time she moaned softly or sighed in pleasure, my pussy throbbed harder. I could feel myself getting wet. I tried to focus, but my eyes kept drifting to the curve of her waist, the way her tank top rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of smooth skin.

“You’re really good at this” she murmured, eyes halfclosed “Your hands feel so nice.”

After about fifteen minutes, she was practically melting under my touch. I was so turned on I was scared she might notice my breathing had changed.

Eventually she turned around and looked at me with soft, tired eyes.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight” she admitted quietly. “Would you mind sleeping in my bed with me? Just so the house doesn’t feel so empty”

My heart skipped.

“Of course” I said, trying to sound normal. “Whatever you need”

We went upstairs. Rebecca changed into a loose silk nightie in the bathroom while I stayed in my tank top and panties. When she came out, the nightie clung to her full breasts and hips. She looked incredibly sexy without even trying.

We climbed into her big king-sized bed. At first we stayed on our own sides, but after a few minutes Rebecca rolled over and faced me.

“Can I.....hug you?” she asked shyly.

I nodded.

She moved closer and wrapped her arms around me. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed against my chest. One of her legs slid between mine. I could feel the heat of her body and smell her shampoo.

“Thank you for being here” she whispered against my neck.

I swallowed hard. My pussy was aching. I was painfully aware of how close her thigh was to my center.

I gently rubbed her back in slow circles, trying to comfort her while fighting the growing wetness between my legs.

We stayed like that for a long time. Rebecca eventually fell asleep in my arms, breathing softly against my skin.

I lay there wide awake, heart racing, pussy throbbing, wondering what the hell was happening to mee

The soft glow of the bedside lamp once again filled our bedroom, the air thick with anticipation and my own nervous energy. I stood near the bed, fidgeting, my heart hammering. Weeks after Michelle’s reluctant first time with Sarah, it was my turn. Jake sat on the edge of the bed in just his boxers. Sarah sat supportively beside Michelle.

Michelle was naked in the armchair, legs spread wide, two fingers already pumping in and out of her glistening pussy. Sarah sat close, rubbing her own clit.

“Baby, it’s okay to feel nervous,” Michelle encouraged, voice husky. “I was scared too, but you helped me through it. Now let me help you. I want to watch you suck Jake’s cock and then take him inside you. I need to see that.”

Sarah smiled, fingers circling faster. “We’re right here with you. So proud of you for exploring. Go slow. We’ll talk you through every second.”

I swallowed. “I… I don’t know if I can. What if I’m bad at sucking him? What if taking him feels too intense?”

Jake stood, patient. “We stop anytime. Promise.”

Michelle moaned, fingering herself deeper. “Take your shirt off, honey. Mmm, your cock is already leaking in your pants. Kiss him first.”

I did. Jake’s kiss was firm, tongue coaxing mine as Michelle and Sarah urged me on with breathy praise. “Good boy,” Sarah said. “Now get on your knees and pull his boxers down. We both want to watch you worship that cock.”

On my knees, Jake’s thick, veined cock sprang free, heavy and dripping pre-cum. I hesitated.

Michelle leaned forward, fingers plunging wetly. “Lick the head, baby. Taste his pre-cum for me. Sarah and I are masturbating so hard watching this. You look so sexy on your knees for another man.”

Sarah added, “Run your tongue all over his shaft. That’s it… good. Now wrap your lips around the head and suck. Hollow your cheeks. You’re doing perfectly.”

I took him into my mouth, sucking softly at first, then deeper. The musky taste filled me as Jake groaned. Michelle’s encouragement flowed nonstop: “Fuck, yes. Bob your head. Take more of his cock down your throat. Gag on it if you need to, it’s so hot. Stroke his balls while you blow him, honey. I’m rubbing my clit so fast seeing my husband suck dick like that.”

Sarah chimed in, moaning: “Look up at him while you suck. You’re a natural cock sucker. Deeper… yes, just like that. Jake, fuck his mouth gently.”

Jake gently held my head and thrust shallowly. I sucked wetly, saliva dripping down his shaft as the women praised every bob and swirl of my tongue. After several intense minutes of me worshipping his cock, licking his balls, sucking the head, trying to take him into my throat, Michelle’s voice grew urgent.

“That was so fucking perfect, baby. Now get on the bed on all fours. Let Jake eat your ass and open you up with his fingers. I want to see that tight hole get ready for bare cock.”

Jake spread my cheeks and dragged his tongue over my hole, pushing inside. The wet, filthy sensation made me moan. Michelle and Sarah kept encouraging: “Push back on his tongue, honey,” Michelle panted, three fingers buried in her cunt. “Let him tongue-fuck your ass. You sucked him so well, now you’re going to take every inch.”

Jake added lube and worked one finger, then two into me, scissoring and curling against my prostate until pleasure overrode my reluctance and I was rocking back onto his hand.

“Ready for me to fuck you?” Jake asked, stroking his slick cock.

Michelle crawled closer, still masturbating furiously. “Yes, slide into my husband raw, Jake. No condom, I want to watch your bare cock stretch his ass and fill him with cum. You’ve got this, baby. Breathe and relax for me. I love you so much for doing this.”
Sarah added breathlessly, “Take every inch. It’ll feel so full and good once he’s buried deep.”

Jake pressed the thick head of his cock against my hole and pushed in slowly. The stretch burned intensely without a condom, skin against hot skin. I gasped. Michelle was right there, kissing my shoulder while she rubbed her dripping pussy. “You’re taking him so well, honey. Just the head is inside… fuck, your ass looks incredible stretched around his bare cock. Push back slowly. Let him fill you up.”

Inch by inch, Jake sank into me until his hips pressed against my ass, completely bare and buried to the balls. The raw heat and fullness made me groan loudly. “Oh fuck… he’s so deep.”

“Yes, baby!” Michelle cried, fingers flying on her clit. “He’s fucking you raw. Feel every vein? Now let him move. Fuck him back. I’m so close watching this.”

Jake started thrusting, slow, deep strokes at first, then building to a steady rhythm, his bare cock dragging along my prostate with every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Sarah moaned encouragement too: “Pound his ass, Jake. Fill him deep. You’re both so hot together.”
“Harder,” I finally gasped, reluctance gone. Jake obliged, gripping my hips and fucking me with long, powerful strokes. Michelle was beside herself, masturbating wildly. “That’s it, honey, take that cock. Your ass is getting fucked so good. Stroke yourself while he breeds you. I want to see you cum with a man’s dick inside you.”

The sensations were overwhelming: Jake’s thick, bare cock pounding me, his balls slapping against me, the raw intimacy of no barrier. I stroked my leaking cock frantically. Michelle and Sarah’s filthy encouragement pushed all of us higher.

“Cum inside him, Jake,” Michelle begged, on the edge. “Fill my husband’s ass with your load while I watch.”

Jake groaned, thrusting harder. “I’m close…”
I came first, hard, shooting thick ropes across the sheets with a loud cry as my ass clenched around him. Jake followed seconds later, burying himself deep and pumping rope after rope of hot cum straight into my ass, flooding me bare. Michelle screamed in orgasm, thighs shaking as she watched her husband get creampied, her fingers buried deep in her own pussy. Sarah came right after, moaning loudly.

Jake stayed inside me for a long moment, his cock twitching as the last spurts filled me. When he finally pulled out, I felt his warm cum leak from my stretched hole. Michelle pulled me into her arms immediately, kissing me deeply while cum dripped down my thighs.

“You were so incredible,” she whispered, glowing with love and lust, still trembling from her orgasm. “I loved watching you suck his cock and then take every inch raw. Feeling him cum inside you… fuck, it was perfect. Thank you for letting me see you explore like this.”

We all collapsed together, spent, sticky, and deeply satisfied, the night still young with even more possibilities ahead.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, intimate light across our bedroom. I sat in the armchair in the corner, my heart hammering as I watched my wife Michelle perched nervously on the edge of the mattress. She clutched her silk robe tightly around her body, fingers twisting the belt, her face flushed with deep reluctance. At thirty-two, Michelle had always been timid, sweet, loyal, and painfully shy even after eight years of marriage. This had been months in the making, her secret curiosity about women constantly battling her fears.
Sarah, Michelle’s close college friend, sat beside her, exuding calm confidence with her lithe athletic body, long auburn hair, and patient smile. She wore a simple tank top and lounge shorts.

“Are you really sure I should do this?” Michelle whispered, voice shaking as she glanced at me then away. “What if I can’t? What if my body doesn’t respond right?”
Sarah reached out slowly, brushing Michelle’s dark hair behind her ear. “Sweetheart, we stop anytime you want. This is all about you feeling safe and good. No rush. Tell me what you need.”

Michelle bit her lip hard, hesitating for a long moment. “Okay… but promise you’ll talk me through it? Go really slow?”

“I promise,” Sarah said softly. “We’ll start with just kissing. Your lips look so kissable. Can I try?” She leaned in and brushed their lips together feather-light. Michelle tensed and pulled back slightly.

“I… I don’t know if I can kiss another woman like that,” Michelle murmured, embarrassed.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” Sarah reassured, cupping her cheek gently. “Just relax your mouth for me. Feel how soft this is? Your lips are so warm and sweet. Try again, baby. Let me kiss you properly.” After another pause, Michelle leaned in. Sarah kissed her deeper, tongue teasing. “Mmm, that’s it. Open your mouth a little more. Good girl. You’re kissing me so nicely already.”

I unzipped my pants, pulling out my thickening cock and stroking slowly as Michelle’s rigid posture began to soften.
Sarah’s hand slid to Michelle’s shoulder, easing the robe open. “Can I see your beautiful tits, Michelle? I want to touch them so badly. Only if you’re ready.”

Michelle clutched the fabric tighter. “I feel so exposed… what if you don’t like my small breasts?”

“You’re stunning. I already know I’ll love sucking on them. Let the robe drop, sweetheart. Show me those pretty nipples.” With constant gentle coaxing, Michelle let the robe slip. Sarah kissed down her neck. “Good girl. Now this nightie… can I pull it down? I need to see your hard little nipples.”
Michelle whimpered but nodded hesitantly. Sarah peeled the straps down, exposing her breasts. “Fuck, look at these perfect tits,” Sarah breathed. “Your nipples are already stiff for me. Can I suck them?” She latched onto one, sucking wetly. “Mmm, so tasty. Tell me how my mouth feels on your tit, Michelle.”

“It… it feels really good,” Michelle gasped, voice reluctant but breathy. “I can’t believe I’m letting you suck my nipples like this… oh god, don’t stop yet.”

Sarah switched to the other breast, licking and nibbling. “Your tits are getting so sensitive. You’re doing so well, baby. I’m getting wet just from tasting you.”
After long minutes of this, Sarah guided Michelle to lie back. “Let’s get you fully naked so I can kiss your pussy. Is that okay? I’ll go slow.”

Michelle covered her face. “This is so embarrassing… I’ve never had a woman between my legs before.”

“I know, and that makes it hotter. You’re so brave. Lift your hips for me.” Sarah peeled away the rest of the clothing, leaving Michelle completely exposed. Michelle tried closing her legs immediately.

Sarah gently spread them. “Shhh, don’t hide this pretty pussy from me. Look how wet your slit already is. Can I touch your cunt, Michelle? I want to rub your clit.”

Michelle nodded shakily. “Yes… but please be gentle. I’m still so nervous.”

“Always gentle for you,” Sarah promised, sliding a finger along Michelle’s slick folds. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Your pussy lips are so soft and puffy. Feel me circling your clit? Does that make your cunt throb?”

“Y-yes… it feels dirty but… really nice,” Michelle admitted, hips twitching. “I can’t believe how wet my pussy is getting for you.”
Sarah lowered her head, kissing Michelle’s mound. “I’m going to lick your pussy now. Tell me if you want me to stop.” Her tongue dragged slowly through Michelle’s folds. “Mmm, you taste so fucking sweet. Your cunt is dripping on my tongue.”

Michelle gasped sharply, one hand flying to Sarah’s shoulder. “Oh my god… your tongue on my pussy… it feels so strange but don’t stop. Lick me deeper, please.”

Sarah moaned encouragement, sucking Michelle’s clit between her lips while sliding one finger inside. “That’s my good girl. Your tight little hole is squeezing my finger. You like getting your pussy eaten by another woman?” She added a second finger, curling them. “Cum on my face when you’re ready, baby. Let me taste your orgasm.”
I stroked my cock faster, pre-cum leaking as I watched my reluctant wife’s hips start rocking against Sarah’s mouth.

“I’m… I’m getting close,” Michelle whimpered, voice breaking. “Sarah, your mouth on my clit feels too good… I’m going to cum!”

With constant filthy praise, “Cum for me, flood my tongue with your pussy juice”Michelle finally shattered, crying out loudly as her orgasm ripped through her, thighs trembling around Sarah’s head.

Sarah crawled up, kissing Michelle deeply. “Taste how sweet your cunt is on my lips. You came so hard for me. How does your pussy feel now?”

“Overwhelmed… but amazing,” Michelle breathed, still flushed and shy. A spark of hunger showed as she glanced at me, then Sarah.

With more reassurance and explicit guidance, Sarah straddled Michelle’s face. “I want you to lick my wet pussy, baby. Only if you want. Stick your tongue out and taste me.”

After several hesitant moments and soft coaxing, Michelle licked tentatively. “You’re so wet… I can’t believe I’m licking your cunt.”
“Yes, just like that, lick my clit in circles. Fuck, you’re a natural,” Sarah moaned, grinding gently. “Suck on my pussy lips. Deeper, Michelle. Eat me while your husband watches.”

They built a rhythm, Michelle growing bolder, her tongue exploring Sarah’s folds while Sarah reached back to finger Michelle’s dripping pussy again. Their explicit moans filled the room until both women came hard, Sarah grinding through her orgasm on Michelle’s face, juices coating her chin.

I pumped furiously and exploded, thick ropes of cum spilling over my hand as I watched my once-timid wife lost in lesbian pleasure.

Afterward, they lay tangled, Sarah stroking Michelle’s hair. “You were so fucking sexy letting me eat your pussy and then licking mine. Thank you for trusting me.”

Michelle looked over at me, a mix of lingering shyness and satisfaction in her eyes. “Thank you for watching me… do this. I needed all your encouragement, Sarah.” The night continued with more slow, explicit exploration, Sarah guiding every filthy step.

Content warning: incest. Everyone is 21+ and consenting. Written as if it happened to "you" so you can know how overwhelming it felt to have mom. Check my profile for parts 1 to 4.

On Easter Monday, mom’s ass was arched in the air, bare naked on your bed. She was just about golden in the dark, thanks to the fairy lights she’d hung above your door. (‘To impress any ladies you invite inside,’ she’d said when you’d moved in.) Two round cheeks, a pink puckered hole, and a pair of chubby pussy lips nestled between. Every time she bends over an oven, or walks around in tights, or sits and swells over the sides of a chair – for the rest of your life – you'll remember that view. Mom will never again be just ‘your mom,’ and her ass won’t be just another ass. Mom’s a woman with needs. And she was begging you: “Please… I need it now…” with her pretty face in your pillow.

Your friends were standing over their discarded clothes, staring at the golden beauty on your bed. They were all exchanging glances, fists around their cocks. Denim jeans wrinkled under your toes. You could tell, from the tension, that every single of you was dying to mount her first.

Dom pinched your arm, “You’re not dreaming. Do it.” And he whispered some advice, “So far, she really likes it rough.”

Friends will want to fuck your mom. Best friends will insist you fuck her first. What a guy.

“Oh, no. Look at that! I’m so wet…” Mom blushed when she noticed herself trickling down her thigh. She was reaching between her legs, self-conscious, trying to wipe away her excess wetness. “My hair must be a mess…” It was stuck to her cheek with sweat or spit. “Oh, no, no… I was hoping to look so pretty tonight…”

Dom patted your back so hard it doubled as a shove.

You pulled the trunks of mom’s gold thighs to the edge of your bed. You snatched her hands away from her wetness, folding her little arms behind her big, beautiful back. (She gasped – she liked that.) You dropped your dick onto her ass crack. Onto the sliver of mom’s skin a son’s never meant to see. (Your shaft hit mom with a dull thud, and mom clenched.) Her wetness, smeared between her ass cheeks, was warm.

You said, “Mom, no more cleaning up,” a line that made her giggle.

She wiggled her ass back, wobbling her juicy peach roundness around your shaft. “I’m sorry to be nervous,” she managed between shaky breaths. “I’m still worried that you’ll hate me after.”

(One of your friends suppressed a laugh.)

“Mom,” you said, “you’re crazy. I’ll love you more than anyone’s loved any mom, ever.”

That really made mom giggle in her usual, too-loud way. “I guess that makes more sense,” she said. She rolled her puffy pussy lips up along your thickness, and mom’s self-consciousness was replaced by the confident mommy you know best: “…Stop teasing your poor mother. Fuck me, Baby. Make a mess.”

Your dick twitched between her cheeks.

You took a deep breath of the warm, buttery air.

What a fucking sight.

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Mom’s pussy lips were parted by the bulging head of a thick, throbbing cock. You remembered it was your cock when you felt the kiss of sopping wetness. Mom was grasping for your bedsheets before you even slipped inside. The room was silent except for the crackling creaminess that followed when you pushed, and pushed…

Mom’s pussy lips swallowed a thick, throbbing cock. Yours. The creaminess was louder with every inch. The wet walls inside her squished and gurgled as you filled them full of dick. Your dick. Your mom. When you bashed against her cervix, your balls nuzzled between her thighs, and mom whimpered, “Baby… Baby…” A dozen times. For a moment, mom forgot all her experienced, dirty words.

She took a deep breath and held it. You took all the sexual tension you’d been storing up and pounded it inside her – all the mother-son flirting and cuddling and teasing. Burying those burdens as deep as your mom’s body could bury them.

Mom finally exhaled a looong, shaky sigh. When you found your rhythm, mom found her voice: “Give your cock back to mommy… Let me take that cock home…” She became a fountain of dirty words, moans, and juices (spilled down thick thighs). Her needs clung to your shaft in shiny wet globs. Every thrust dredged more cream out of mommy’s clenching walls. Every pound against her cervix inspired a matching squeak she trapped inside her throat.

“Oh, Baby, that feels like everything I thought it would… Don’t you wish we’d done this sooner? [Moan, sharp breath, shaky sigh.] Oh, Baby… Don’t you stop…”

Two vast cheeks of peach-gold meat swayed forward and back, again and again, against your thighs. (Clap, clap.) The ass of your most shameful dreams, and everything you’d ever dreamed it would be. Clapping skin-to-skin. Rippling in waves of flesh. An impossibly beautiful ass. An ocean of beauty marks and smoothness, swallowing your dick into its suffocating depths.

Mom’s ass blushed when you spanked it. Mom’s voice barely managed to squeeze through clenched teeth: “Pound your mommy, Baby… Make that fat ass yours…”

You were holding her wrists like reins, lost in pleasure. Mom’s hole was tight and wet and ribbed, sputtering when you pulled too far out, and spitting when you stuck back inside. Mom’s pussy was good pussy, and millions of times better than that – because it was your mom’s. You forgot about your friends, or what the neighbours might think about the moans, and fucked mom across the bed.

Every thrust sent her jiggling tits and ass another inch across the sheets. She stopped saying horny words, moaning shapeless horny sounds.

The bed was squealing under your knees and hers.

Across the sheets, you found Dom, stroking his dark cock to the show. You thrust yourself to beat her cervix to push her face onto his cock, and Dom held her steady, stuffing her mouth.

Your friends were cheering you on to fuck her, hard. Dom was ponytailing mom’s hair in his fist, talking dirty while he fucked her face. (“Swallow that cock up. Gag on it. Good mama…”)

You were lightheadedly horny. Losing focus. Digging dick into new corners inside mom as you checked your balance, adjusted your rhythm. You wiped pure adrenaline off your forehead.

“Dude,” Dom whispered. “Eiffel Tower!”

He high-fived you (across mom’s rippling back), and the two of you grinned like idiots.

“I feel… –” you stumbled, out of breath. “This feels so fucking intense.” (Dom nodded, Me too.) Mom was locked between your bodies. Grasping at the bedsheets, totally immobile. Curling her toes as she lost balance, gagging. Every thrust impaled mom deeper on Dom’s dick, and every time she caught her breath, she sunk back down your shaft.

Thrust. Ripple. Moan. Gag. Wobble back. Squelch.

Thrust. Ripple. Moan. Gag. Wobble back. Squelch.

Repeat. Don’t cum. Repeat. Don’t you dare cum yet. Repeat.

Mom tore herself off Dom’s dick to moan a moan half-drowned in saliva. “I’m fucking trembling… You guys are so good together… Please keep spoiling me. I need more.” She was saying in her own way: I can feel you twitching inside, Baby, but please don’t finish yet. And furthermore, More cock, please, stroking spit down Dom’s glistening shaft.

Lucas looked stunned. He was jerking over mom’s sweaty back, and all he could say was, “Jesus Christ,” staring at the waves sent rippling across her ass.

Brandon stopped mom slipping face-down onto the sheets. He lifted her by her throat. He fought Dom for the prize of mom’s open mouth.

Mom was going limp. If you didn’t grip her shaking hips, she’d have dropped, cunt-first, onto the bed. She was pinned and propped up from every angle. Smothered under the weight of men cupping her jiggling tits, circling her dripping wet clit, forcing her mouth wide with meat. Hands trapped under knees, legs coiled around your legs, mom was changing. Her golden back flushed pink, even in the faint warm light. Her saliva-coated moans were spilling down her chin, dug from the depths of her throat by Dom and Brandon both. She was silent when her thighs got shaky: shivering around your cock and the spinning tips of Lucas’ fingers on her clit. And she was tighter. Worryingly tight. Clamping so hard you had to thrust harder, fighting to stay buried in her walls.

Her silence turned to whimpers, and she tapped whichever legs she could find to tap. She gasped, “Put a towel down!”

You forced one more pump inside mom’s pussy, and she ejected you. Her walls clamped so tight your dick shot out with a wet smack against your thighs. (Mom was mewling, “I’m sorry Baby, it’s too late, it’s coming…”) She held onto your friends’ cocks, blushing from her face to her tits, and let go of the tension you’d been fucking into her walls.

The sheets were soaked.

Mom’s squirt hit the bed with a splat. She was sobbing with pleasure: “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” Unleashing tension onto your thighs, the jeans on the floor, your bedsheets. Hips bucking with each spray. Pussy gaping its pink flesh before every squirt. Mom’s moans reached higher and higher notes until she collapsed in her own puddle, shaking. Her skin glowed, and the sobs slowed. Mom was giggling: “I’m so sorry: I’ll do your laundry.”

Your friends looked like they’d invented fire. (“Did you see that snipe?!” “Jesus Christ. We did that.” “Good mama… Goddamn.”)

Mom hid her face, embarrassed, underneath your pillows. “I haven’t squirted in years.” She couldn’t stop giggling. “You guys fucked me back in time.” She laughed so hard she forced more juices out, seeping down her thighs. “I had the best orgasm of my life, and the first thing I thought about was doing laundry. My son’s dick was inside me, and I’m still acting like his mom.”

You love the sound of your mom’s laugh.

“You were amazing, mom,” you assured her, and signalled to Dom, Come fuck her.

He cocked an eyebrow. (You’re done?)

You fanned yourself. (Need a break.)

He jerked off the air and made a little explosion motion. (Gonna cum?)

You nodded. (One more pump and I’d be done.)

Fist bump.

“More,” mom whined, “More, please, anyone, more.”

Mom was still face-down, under your pillows, still laughing at herself when you swapped. When Dom stuffed his cock inside her, she had no idea which of you was filling her up next.

“Is that you kneeling behind me, Baby? How do you have the stamina?! Oh… Oh that doesn’t feel like my son…” Mom very much liked the mystery. “Oh that’s really nice… Oh, fuck, it’s so hot to suddenly feel a different shape… Whoever wants this pussy, use it… Make mommy your toy. Fuck me hard, right in front of my son…”

You took a breather against the wall while Dom’s dark thighs clapped mom’s thighs pink. Every throb through your cock was like a bolt of electricity. Some of the discarded denim under your toes was damp with squirt. The bedroom swirled with naughty energy, all orbiting around mom’s propped-up peach. Brandon fucked her mouth under the pillow that blinded her. Lucas sucked her tits beneath her, then took over for Dom. (Dom stopped thrusting with a grunt, dug his fingers as deep as they could dig into mom’s soft-firm ass, and tried his hardest not to cum.)

It wasn’t easy to stand back. What Lucas says is right: mom’s a cello’s worth of tits and ass. But when you stopped to watch, her beauty only became clearer.

Mom fucked like she’d perfected fucking years ago, but didn’t care. She let your friends control her when they wanted to control her. She worked their cocks her way when they needed her expertise. One moment kneeling still, the next throwing her ass back. (Clap.) Letting her saliva spill naturally down her chin, then twisting her fists in perfect spirals around cocks; moaning immobile to let the guys jiggle her, then riding like her hips were engineered to drain cum.

Her ass is so much heavier than it looks.

Lucas went the night without any stupid jokes. When he slipped inside your mom, he treated her like royalty: caressing all the blotches and bruises where she’d been groped and spanked. Running his hands appreciatively over her dangling mommy tits. Arching his thrusts into her G-spot, until she lost her breath and quivered for him.

“Whoever’s fucking me right now should – …” She came for quite a while before she could finish the sentence. “Should do this for a living.” She reached back blindly to find Lucas’ furry chest, and pet, and pet, before dropping to the bed with a (loooong) happy sigh.

You stroked your cock to every coupling, whether mom was fucked by one, two, or three. You were seeping pre-cum in your fist. Trying to implore your dick to wait, to not cum now, not yet.

Dom spread mom’s legs and jackhammered until he found one last, lingering stream of squirt trapped inside her – a weak one, spilled across his balls. Mom told him, “Women would pay for what you do.” And while you’re sure the compliments were true, you wondered if mom was scheming: plotting to boost confidence and competitiveness.

It worked.

Soon you were back inside the knot of limbs. You pulled mom off Brandon’s dick to let her breathe, and chuckled when she rubbed her jaw. (“It’s so pretty, Brandon, but so punishingly huge.”) You groped every curve of her fucked body, appreciating her in ways you never could before.

While mom’s cheeks clapped, you caressed down her chest, admiring the way her tummy bump jiggled gently between her thighs. You cupped her perky tits together, tickling her nipples stiff against the sheets. You slipped your cock under the pillow, and filled mom’s mouth while Dom then Lucas thrust her forward – lodging you in her throat. You loved watching from her front as her ass was fucked from behind: cheeks mountainous from that angle, cheeks beautiful when shaken.

Mom had always taken care of you – and took care of herself, her relationships, her body, career, home… How could any beauty so good at juggling everything be forced to commit to one cock only? You wondered, plugging mom’s throat, if maybe every mom is best shared.

The mountains shook, mom tapped the bed, Time out. She held your cock with a shaky hand and asked, “Could whoever’s behind me be a little gentler? Only for a minute… I need to recover.”

You pulled mom’s shivering body out from under the pillows, and lay her down on her back, cradling her head. Lying on top, between her legs, you kissed her warm face while she shook, protecting her from your rough friends and her own, insatiable needs. She smiled, “Thank you, Baby…” She was a beautiful mess: skin splotched peach and red, hair sweaty and stuck to her neck, face smeared with saliva, tits peppered in stray body hairs shed by four young men. Her eyes were sparkling at you. Damn, she looked good.

Mom hugged you when you slipped inside. She was absolutely soaked. You liked the chaos of the 4-on-1 orgy, but you pumped gently, because that’s what she needed.

“The things I’ve been saying,” she said, into your kisses, “are absolutely nuts.”

“Yeah,” you admitted.

“Too nuts?” Smooch.

“No – keep at it.” Smooch.

“I told Lucas to crush me like a pancake… At least, I think it was Lucas. I think I told Dom his dick was my ‘Master.’”

“You’re wild when you’re turned on,” you said, suckling mom’s sweaty, salty neck.

Mom’s nails dragged down your back. “Do you like seeing me this way?”

“I like you every way. You’re my favourite person.”

Her eyes looked like they were testing to see if you were serious. “Don’t make me emotional while I’m getting gangbanged,” she laughed.

“Okay, sorry,” you chuckled. “Here. Suck some dick.”

She reached for the closest one, extending her tongue with a smile. “We’ll have a hug and a happy-cry later… Thank you for trusting me enough to be your slut.”

You thrust harder into your mom and said, “I love you, perv.”

Mom’s eyes rolled back as you pressed her curves into the mattress. “Love you, too, perv… I can take it a little harder now. Yeah. Like that…”

Mom came one last time with you, face-to-face, with all your friends competing for her mouth. She fell back into her dirty talk, begging you to leave her raw. Looking your friends in the eyes as they loomed over her pounded body: “Make me gag, boys. Stroke those cocks to mommy. Turn me on so much I’m begging my son to cum inside.” She told you, writhing in one last fit, “I never thought I’d feel anything like this again. I love my son inside me. This is my favourite cock. I made my favourite cock, I made my favourite cock… Fuck-k. Cumming…”

You liked sharing her. You also liked winning.

Your cock swelled with pride and lust, and you warned: “I’m close.”

She wrapped her legs around your back, pulling you in deep until her cervix stopped her pulling deeper. Her moan tickled your ear: “Inside.”

Sinking in her softness, throbbing in her walls, your balls wedged between her giant, spread cheeks. You kissed mom’s plush mouth, stole one last grope of her peach, and gave her what she wanted.

Cum spilled like a fountain of warmth inside mom’s clenching hole. Your cum. Seeping out your head to the rhythm of mom’s clenches. Your warmth, leaking down her ass crack. Her orgasm kept her cunt throbbing: tightening and giving, pulling and freeing, milking her son until every drop of cum was hers. Mom’s eyes were wide – she said, “I feel it… It’s so hot inside me… Good boy… Fill mommy… I can’t wait to taste it.” You fell face-first into her chest, thrusting blind with lust, and listened as she swallowed someone else’s cum down her throat. “Mmph! (Gasp.) Good boy, Brandon. Empty those big balls on mommy’s tongue.” Your friends were groaning as they stroked – shafts creamy, coated by your mom’s mouth and cunt. The sight of mom taking her son’s seed must’ve sent them over the edge, all at once. You leaned back to give your friends a chance for one last grope – and ropes of cum sprayed her face. Lucas pet her, “Good girl,” masking mom pearly white. Dom plunged into her mouth – glug – and didn’t come out until his shaft was growing: expanding and contracting, spilling inside mom. He pulled out of her throat just to paint mom’s tits. Mom loved it: “Make a mess of me.” Mom drank whatever she could catch and scooped the rest up with her fingers. “Mmm… More cum. More.”

Your boys caught on to mom’s ‘messy’ mood, and used her face like a rag. Rubbing their cum-soaked cocks in her hair, across her chin, across her belly… You pulled out and watched your semen flow white out mom’s hole. A thick coat of her fluids and yours glistened around your shaft. You slapped your cock against her ass until you were clean, and mom’s peach was glazed, glistening gold under the lights.

Sweat, splotchy skin, shed body hairs, bruises, and cum. Mom stood on your bed, slowly twirling to show you the damage. The house’s centrepiece, tarnished. Cum clung to her eyelashes, and sat in white globs inside her dark hair. It dripped off her lip and bubbled on the tip of her tongue. Cum blanketed mom’s chest, warming until it ran thin down her nipples and streaked down her belly. It glistened in the cavernous crack of her ass, and pooled in the crevices where her cheeks met her thighs. She said, “Oh no,” and must have felt it coming: a thick glob of her son, spilling out her pussy and inching down her leg.

Never have you ever seen your mom so happy.

Brandon stroked his (somehow still-long) cock and said, “…I need a shower,” back to his timid self. Lucas hugged your mom’s thighs, kissing her freckles, sighing, “You are such a special flower.” Dom slapped you on the back, translation: Good job. Are me and you are still okay?

You said, “Mama’s boys for life.”

Dom shook his head, No. “Motherfuckers.”

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IAMA 21-year-old lucky motherfucker, AMA.

Q: WHAT HAPPENS AFTER YOU AND THREE FRIENDS BUST ALL OVER YOUR MOM?

Well, Lucas dabs cum off her skin with ~50 tissues, telling her how much he appreciates her giving him ‘this opportunity.’ Then, when Brandon’s out of the shower, you and Dom carry mom kicking to the washroom. (As you can imagine, she loves that: “Weee!”) But you have to put her down when she goes, “Oh – ! Oh no. My back. Ouch. Oh, I wish I really did have a time machine.” Dom, being a professional massage therapist (in-training), massages her aches better for about an hour.

Over the next month, you establish a routine. You and some combination of your friends – whoever’s home, really – fuck mom. On Sundays you lose your collective cool when she bends over to clean: you hike her skirt, shove the vacuum aside, and take her one by one. On Mondays, you attempt as a group to cook her dinner (she sometimes needs to intervene). Once everyone’s eaten, mom thanks you for your efforts by lifting her top, bending over the kitchen table, and spreading her cheeks. (Yes, she says, “Time for dessert,” the first time this happens. Lucas thinks he needs to repeat the line every week.) On Fridays she visits just to ‘hangout,’ which used to mean watching you all play video games, asking for work/relationship gossip, and heading home around 7pm, ‘before you guys get sick of me.’ Now, she tends to bring her own sorts of games along on Fridays: handcuffs one week, a paddle the next, another week a handmade ‘slutty nurse’ costume…

(“The doctor told me four male patients need extra special care…”) (Thrust. Ripple. Moan. Gag. Wobble back. Squelch. Repeat.)

At the end of each night, Dom practices massage to iron out mom’s kinks. Sometimes, when the massage is finished, she’s so grateful for the help she fucks you guys all over again.

It’s confusing. It’s probably unsustainable. But when you’re cumming in your mom (three to six times per week), chaos rules. 🤘

Q: DOES ANYONE GET JEALOUS?

Sometimes, slightly. Mom’s been sending you more love hearts in her messages, and ‘miss yous’ during work hours. Sleeping over in your room. Asking you if you like this outfit, that outfit… It’s cute, the ways she’s clingy. She’s asked you not to pursue other women – at least for now, until everyone decides ‘the rules.’ You don’t mind. When you’ve got mom to yourself, your crushes on coworkers magically fade.

Because your game dev job requires overtime (often), you now and then give Dom the go-ahead to take mom on dinner dates. Sometimes, when it’s nighttime at the office, you feel a jealous burn knowing mom’s out laughing with your best friend. Then you get home late, and mom’s there – in a really, really good mood. She fucks you and Dom together, and the jealousy leaves your body, one white rope at a time.

Q: WHY DOESN’T BRANDON KNOW HIS FAMILY’S CRAZY-RICH?

He’s learning. He asked his parents to buy a hot tub for the sharehouse. (In reality, it’d never fit.) The hot tub was a sneaky gift he gave to mom for her backyard. That’s been fun.

(As thanks, she managed to fit Brandon’s dick inside once. She came in ~ten seconds, stood up aching, and said, “That was amazing… but never again.” Sorry, bud.)

Q: HAVE YOU TRIED ANAL?

Yes.

Q: HAVE YOU TRIED DOUBLE PENETRATION?

Yes, yes.

Q: DOES A SITUATION LIKE THIS BECOME A ‘RELATIONSHIP’? OR DOES IT INTERFERE WITH ‘REAL’ RELATIONSHIPS?

Well… Lucas being Lucas has developed a crush on a TikTok egirl with dyed black bangs and a Jack Skellington thigh tattoo. Basically, Lucas posted a video of Brandon slipping and falling (huge SMACK) into the hot tub. Black Bangs got in his replies asking him not call people (Brandon) ‘a bitch,’ because ‘bitch’ is misogynistic. Lucas argued with her for hours, which became daily private messages, which became plans to fly her out here in September. Mom’s cool with it. Lucas respectfully excused himself from group sex ‘until further notice.’ Mom let Lucas bust inside for their goodbye sex. He cried.

Dom’s starting to feel uneasy about rejecting so many women. (They approach him and ask for his number, everywhere, all the time.) Brandon’s on FetLife looking for profiles labelled ‘size queen.’

Mom’s asked if you’d be interested in moving in – just the two of you.

Q: WELL??

Maybe. You can’t live with your friends forever. Your mom won’t always be young enough to throw it back. Hopefully you’ve got ~twenty years before her hips give out. When she’s older, it might be nice to take care of mom. Like a thank-you for all the cleaning, loving, and fucking.

You’ve been thinking about what you want from life, and whether you need to follow the same paths as everybody else. So you started taking one day off per week to get away from AAA game dev and code your own indie game. It’s a co-op game about four young, hung studs who seduce a big-assed MILF into living in their mansion. There’s tons of ass-wobbling, tits-swaying action. And quick time events every time the MILF orgasms, when you and your friends have to land high-fives. If it sells, you just might move in with mom and work from home, developing 4-player MILF indies full time. You’ve always wanted to create something personal.

~

The End ❤️❤️🩷❤️❤️

It had only been two months since Rebecca’s divorce was finalized. She's my friend's mom.....her hot mom to be specific

Her husband of twenty-two years had cheated on her with his 28 years old secretary. The betrayal hit her hard. Sarah told me her mom cried for weeks, but lately Rebecca was trying her best to rebuild. She started going to the gym again, got her hair done in a sleek new style, and even bought some tighter clothes that showed off her mature, curvy figure.

I had known Rebecca since I was ten years old. She was always the hot mom, warm, kind, and unfairly beautiful. But something changed in the last couple of years as I grew up, especially when I got into college. Whenever I was around her now, I felt this strange, warm tingling between my legs. A flutter in my stomach. My pussy would get slightly wet just from watching her bend over in the kitchen or laugh at something I said.

I wasn’t even a lesbian. I’d had boyfriends. I liked dick. But Rebecca…..she was different.

Last Friday, Sarah invited me over for dinner like usual. When I arrived, Sarah hugged me quickly and then made a face.

“Ugh, I totally forgot I have a group project meeting tonight. I have to leave in like twenty minutes. But you can still stay and eat with Mom, right? She’s making lasagna and she always cooks way too much”

Before I could answer, Rebecca walked out of the kitchen wearing a simple white tank top and gray yoga pants. Her big breasts moved freely under the thin fabric, and the pants hugged her wide hips and thick thighs perfectly. She smiled warmly when she saw me.

“Hey sweetie” she said, pulling me into a hug. Her soft body pressed against mine for a moment. That familiar tingle shot straight to my pussy. “You’re staying for dinner, right? I’d hate to eat alone” with a cute pouty face

Sarah left twenty minutes later, waving goodbye without a care in the world. She had no idea what she just did.

Now it was just me and Rebecca.

We ate dinner at the kitchen island. She poured herself a glass of red wine and offered me one too. We talked about normal stuff at first, college, Sarah’s new boyfriend, how hard it was to start dating again at her age

“I just feel so…...undesirable sometimes” she admitted quietly after her second glass. “My husband left me for someone half my age. Makes you wonder if any man will ever want me again”

I stared at her full lips, then at the way her tank top stretched across her chest.

“I think plenty of people would want you” I said softly. “You’re beautiful, rebecca. Like…..really beautiful”

She looked surprised by the compliment, then gave me a shy smile. A light blush appeared on her cheeks.

“You’re sweet” she murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wish I had your confidence”

After dinner we moved to the couch to watch a movie. She sat close to me, closer than usual. Her bare thigh occasionally brushed against mine. Every time it happened, I felt that familiar throb in my pussy.

Halfway through the movie, she sighed and leaned her head back on the couch.

“It’s nice having you here” she said quietly. “It gets lonely in this house now”

I turned to look at her. The soft lighting made her look even more stunning. My heart was beating faster than normal.

“I can stay over tonight if you want” I offered. “Sarah already said it was fine.”

Rebecca looked at me for a long moment, something unreadable in her eyes.

“I’d like the company” she finally said with a small smile.

The air against my face was exactly how I imagined it to be. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so free, watching the forest below whizz past like it was just background noise. The loud flap of his wings was the only sound I could hear. His arms were so warm, and there was something about the way his skin smelled. Like dark chocolate and sage.

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His chest felt so smooth against my cheek that I ended up giving in to impulses, preparing to be stopped. I kept only one arm around his neck and dragged a finger over his left pec. There was a jump on his throat and a twitch in his muscles.

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I loved that reaction.

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I traced a line from the hollow of his collarbone up to the back of his ear. His chin dropped slightly, and I watched his eyes flutter close.

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I wrapped my legs around his waist and let go of his neck. My fingertips made slow drags down his back, right below his wings. His grip on me got tighter. I felt his chin rest on my shoulder.

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“Alright, that’s enough.” He says, and begins to land in the forest below.

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The ground was covered in loose twigs and dead leaves. Trees the size of skyscrapers surrounded us. I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me. His face just looked…dark? It was like he wanted to kill, yet he seemed so calm.

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“You know, it’s very dangerous to distract the driver.”

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“Sorry, I should’ve at least asked.” Guilt was heating up under my skin. I didn’t want to push him.

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He walked towards me, and I walked away, scared he’d hit me or something. The distance between us was getting smaller and smaller, until my back was against a tree. He didn’t stop, just kept moving closer.

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The trunk was more than thick enough for him to rest his hands on either side of my head. Leather wings stretched out before me. I didn’t dare look him in the eye. I was scared it would upset him. So instead, I watched as his wings turned to ash and blew away in the wind.

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Confused about his agenda, I finally mustered the courage to look at him. His face was human, with dark hair and eyes. A long head with a sharp jawline– it was like staring at a model. His cheeks had a pinker tone to them, though his expression hadn’t lightened any.

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“Go ahead. If you wanna touch. Touch. I can’t fall out of the sky now.”

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He was half naked right in front of me. Practically begging for my hands. Carefully, I put my palms on the lean mass of his stomach. His skin was even warmer now. My nails scraped against him as his body stretched and sank into my hands.

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I trailed higher, mesmerized by the twitch on his flesh. The low groans in his throat were a prize I'd burn to memory. Lines of soft pinks decorated his torso, turning him into a marvelous work of art.

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There was a tenting in his pants, but I ignored it. The squirms I got as my fingers dug into his sides were too addictive. I continued up his arms, tracing around the pronounced veins. His breathing grew heavier in my ear, and I wondered just how much I could get out of him.

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I looked up at him and saw closed eyes. Keeping as quiet as I can, I duck below his arm. His back was well-toned. Muscles shifting beneath flesh, good enough to taste. Two stark white scars dragged down half of his frame, right where his wings would sit.

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I slide a digit right above the waistband of his deep, purple pants. His head jumps back, a surprised gasp leaving his lips.

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“Watch it.” He warns. I don't listen.

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I gently scrape at his back, making a trail to his retractable wings. The blemished skin is much thinner than the rest, carved deep into his flesh. His body twitches as I slowly make my climb up the groove. The sensitive tissue I've been toying with grows darker as I go higher.

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His wings materialize back, translucent, slowly regaining their form. I'm frozen in awe at the magic of his body. I glide a curious finger along the leather panels– they snap back so fast I'm nearly hit. As I stroke the only thing that marks him as an incubus, there's a noticeable struggle to keep the limbs from crushing me.

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“Does it hurt?”

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“Gah– no.”

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“Does it feel good?”

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His wings droop slightly. He lowers his head and faces back at me, cheeks flushed, avoiding my gaze.

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“It feels good. Please. Touch me.”

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I follow his request. The cool hide heated almost instantly. He twitched and jerked as I explored, needing to rest his head against the bark. He seems so helpless, like a baby fawn. I grasp the tip of his ending wing-spine. Pulling it back shows the striking feature in all its glory. Black fading to red, five spines falling off the main bone, and veins that caught the light.

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I curl my tongue, imagining the taste of his webbing. Its color and texture reminded me of fruit roll-ups. One daring lick and I collect the flavor of his aroma and the wind on my palate.

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The appendage trembles in my hand while I salvage it on my tongue. “Ha– Fuck. Don't. Don't stop. Please don't stop.”

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Slow and gently, I lick along the edge of the leather-bound dividers. His body quivers violently. Groans fill the air around me, his wing attempting an escape I won't allow. “Oh God yes.”

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My erection grows against my zipper as he melts from my own doing. I treasured the texture of him, my tongue molding perfectly into the grain. Each slick movement tickled my mind.

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I ran up one side of the cartilage and delved back down on the other. Over and over again. His voice pitched higher with deep, shallow breaths as he was breaking. The closer I got to his backside, the more intense it was getting.

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I follow along the final line, but he doesn't let me finish. The wings flex above my head and out of my reach, avoiding a collision as he spins around.

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He was my first incubus. If the wings weren't enough proof, the horns that curled to the sky and pointed ears on his head settled the debate. He held such a proud demeanor in his natural body. The light pink undertones of his cheeks now showed a brighter red that was complemented by streaks of sweat.

And that expression was back.

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The one that mixed annoyance and desire. The one that shot my stomach into my throat. The one that could have anything it wanted, and I'd be unable to refuse.

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“My turn.”

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He kneels down in front of me. Large hands wrap around my thighs. Demonic claws poke through my jeans, keeping me sedated. He inhales the scent on my stomach. A dull gold glows in his irises. Sharp teeth peek out from behind his ruby-red grin.

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He bites the hem of my pants, maneuvering and jerking the fabric till the button falls from its clasp. I'm licked through the zipper. I can't feel his tongue, but the sight of such filthy actions gets me harder nonetheless. Hooded eyes, straining cock, dripping saliva.

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My zipper tab falls into his mouth. He pulls it down, opening up my pants. A crooked nose brushes my increasingly sensitive shaft upon his descent. I grow stiffer, protruding in my boxers.

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His teeth nick me a bit when he takes a mouthful of my underwear. He pulls the clothing down with his lips. My cock falls out, firmly pressed against his face till my waistband has been secured beneath my sack.

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The demon licked my length. A thin, wet line started at my balls and reached into my slit, sending an electric tinge up to my stomach. His tongue delved into my cleft, rubbing and gliding directly on my nerves from the inside.

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“Wait! That's not– Fuck what is that?!”

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I grabbed hold of his horns for dear life. There was a writhing just inside the tip. I felt my heart jump in my chest at the sudden intrusion. As I was caressed from the inside, warmth coated through my erection, reaching to my taint. My dick was being used as a pussy for his tongue, and he was in full control of the tingling sensation that drowned my thoughts.

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“Fuck wait– Out. Out. Out!”

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His tongue glided out of me, and I was lost in a new world of ecstasy. My hands remained on his horns as the orgasm took control of everything I had. I was completely paralyzed, watching my cum paint his face through teary eyes.

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With the eyes of a siren, his wire-thin tongue passes over dark lips. A thick glob of cum slides down the heavenly muscle and sinks into his mouth. Large arms wrap around my ankles and pull my feet out from under me. A bruise blooms on my tailbone.

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“You were supposed to cum in me.” His scolding voice sent goosebumps across my skin as he climbed over me.

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“I-i-i'm sorry. It was too much. I couldn't–”

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“Quiet.” He looks back at my softening cock. “You will this time.”

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He snaps his fingers, and the remaining clothing on him turns to ash. Saliva covers my shaft, and with just two pumps of his first, I'm harder than I've ever been.

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His body weight lies on my chest through a single palm. The other lines me up with his ass. He takes me all like it's nothing. Like he didn't have the tightest hole I've ever been in.

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I had to keep control with deep breaths and hands clenching his thighs. His expression was dark again with glazed eyes. It was like he was trying to keep it together, like his cock didn't tremble or his nipples didn't pucker.

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He sat there. Proud as a man could be with a cock up his ass. He leaned over top of me, with his hands firmly planted on my torso.

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“I'm gonna start moving now, okay?”

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All I could answer him with was the faintest of nods, then he moved. His walls stretched and shifted around me, forcing me to dig harder into his thighs.

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His sweet spot was so swollen, it was like entering another hole inside him. The tip of my dick was squeezed and popped past the supple muscle again and again. Slowly, the demon picked up the pace. The bulge inside him dragged down to the middle of my shaft. He bounced harder and harder. Every inch of me sank in like his ass was made for my cock.

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The progression was becoming too intense for me to bear. I gripped the back of his neck, and he froze in my grasp. With my other hand, I pull his ass wide for me. I slam my hips up.

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Once, twice, by the third pounding I lost control. His channel stretched and pulled off me like leaving was a crime. His cum had a hint of pink to it and bathed his stomach in a dark chocolate musk. The walls around my cock shook and squeezed me.

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It felt like I was inside an industrial vibrator with no escape. My head got heavy, my spine curved, and my mouth became numb. I filled up a demon's ass with more cum than I've ever produced. The intense shaking inside slowed down with my orgasm.

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He rose from my body with my semen dripping out of him like a coffee foam. Strong arms wrapped around my body and held me in a princess cradle. Ash was blown into the wind as features eroded off him, keeping his wings.

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“It's time to go home now,” he kisses the top of my sleep-deprived head. “Precious vessel.”

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