>>21648
Will there be a Clean Up Girl part 2?

>>22626
There's a longer version here:
http://www.asstr.org/~LS/stories/nicholasfellheimer4939.html
... and I've been thinking about putting together another chapter.

>>22793
That's actually where I initially found your stories!

You should write another chapter, I know I would greatly enjoy it. You have a great writing style!

Hey Nicholas... As a big fan of Phil Phantom I think it is great that you, and AnnonyMPC of course, have started writing stories in that over the top style that disappeared when he did. But since then end of lolli on Hentai-Foundry, I cannot find your stuff anywhere. There may not be anything new if you've been busy but I know there were several posted to HF before the end!

So this is one fan asking you to post those missing stories here or perhaps on asstr.org or anywhere for that matter and let us know where we need to go to watch for NEW nichollasfellheimer stories! TIA

brilliant stuff

For anybody who wants to read Nicholas' story easier. Somebody reposted his stories here http://fetstories.com/author/Nicholas-Fellheimer/

So I admit I was not bright in this but I never saved the pics that sparrow and the other awesome artist did for him...please help.

So, did the author ever make more, or did he stop for some reason?
Because all the accounts I find are either incomplete or outright empty.

>>24277
I too would like to know that.

>>24316
Bump for concurrence.

If you go to his Hentai-Foundry page, and look at the "last connected", it's only a couple days ago, so clearly he's still alive and out there. Whether he's writing, who knows, life may have gotten busy for him. But there's a comment section there that he probably gets email notifications for, and that might be a better way to answer your questions than discussing it here.

http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=15949428

>>24323
Speaking of that website, is there a way to see an author's works on his page? It always seems like there are many less stories there than advertised.

>>24387
You might need to go into the Filter in the upper right hand area and tick all the boxes

im looking for Gangbanged on the Elevator (A Tale of A Reluctant, Rough Group Sex): Bound & Helpless, Amber is Taken by Two Strangers (Taken on the Elevator). it was once on amazon but isnt anymore and i want to read it. does anyone know where i can find it??????

anyone know if this author is still posting anywhere else on the internet?

Here:
https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=15949428

Hello. And Bye.

Holy shit.
https://soundgasm.net/u/Harley/A-Quiet-Evening-at-Home-1

>>25680

>Holy shit.

Indeed. Good catch! Made me look further.

“Harley” not only reads smut well, she does _literally_ orgasmic porn commentaries and gives detailed descriptions of her masturbatory activities. Besides her Soundgasm page she has a presence on Chirbit and appears to be something of a celebrity on 4chan /soc/. Harley’s readings sometimes resemble “Hysterical Literature”, in which women sit at a table and try to read a book out loud while an unseen person makes them cum with a vibrator.

Good stuff!

I want buy a pair of sneakers,but I don't know which webstore is far better.
Who can give me some suggest?

>>25681
yeah this was a real good find. hope she does more of the classic NF stories. her voice is sexy as fuck

>>25683
I was the one who commissioned it. Her voice was fine except that she had to keep herself monotone, because she was uncomfortable with the story.
So I have to wonder why she did it at all.

Also, does anyone have any of the stories saved that aren't here?
I was able to view some of them in HF by using a direct link, but they were all deleted recently.
Stories like Little Miss Scarlett's Birthday, and David's Sweet Revenge, and Commoner's Challenge. Probably others as well.

>>25684
Little Miss Scarlett’s Birthday

Sitting in my bedroom, my dripping fingers slowly working over the aching folds of my hot, slick pussy and rubbing at my rubbery, over-sized clit, I found that I almost couldn’t take my eyes off my phone as it sat silent, dark & motionless on my pale pink bedspread.

I was willing it to buzz, begging it to light up, my heart in my throat and a ragged swarm of butterflies churning in my stomach as I waited for Scarlett’s call. My big tits heaved as I breathed hard, and I jammed another finger into myself thinking about what she had planned for us tonight.

I thought about the things she would do to me.

About the things she would make me do.

Goddamn, I was terrified.

Scarlett is the best friend a shy, submissive little 12-year-old like me has ever had, and I love her and I would do anything for her; I would totally kill or die for her, I would crawl through broken glass to lick her pissing pussy ... but damn, her sense of adventure always gets me into all SORTS of trouble.

A wave of goosebumps rushed over me as I eased yet another finger into myself -- this one into my asshole -- aching and groaning, rubbing at my stiff, slippery clit. My fat, dark nipples felt like hot needles were pushing through them, they were so fucking hard against my thin, too-tight t-shirt; the rings Scarlett had put into them after I sucked off that tattoo artist and his friends jingled.

It hadn’t even begun, and tonight already had me scared half to death ... and so fucking horny!

On the huge screen of my desktop computer, the latest high-definition porn-video from my best friend was playing in excruciating, lurid detail: a cute blonde teenager, just about our age and obscenely pregnant, was sucking off a series of well-muscled black men in what looked like a high school locker room. Her mascara was running, tears streaming down the preteen’s pretty face from the savage deep-throat suction she put on the throbbing, foot-long black cock jammed into her eager mouth.

Thick waves of spit and cum dribbled down the hot little teen’s delicate chin, spattering onto her huge, milky tits and oozing over her tanned, tight and lewdly-rounded belly with every savage thrust. The huge black guy fucking her face held the tiny preteen by one blonde pigtail as he dumped a thick load into her sucking face-cunt; as he pulled out, her itty-bitty pink tongue slipped out to follow hungrily after the last drops of hot drool and thick semen.

Laughing, the huge black man idly slapped the sex-crazed girl once with the dark, plum-sized head of his cock -- a thunderous tool like a pulsing nightstick -- as he pulled his massive member away from her full, pouty lips. “You like that big nigger dick?”

“Oh, yes! Thank you, sir,” the little blonde gasped, breathless. “Thank you for cumming in me. I need nigger-dick, sir. Thank you, sir, thank you, than--“

Another fat cock slipped into the girl’s mouth, then; her cheeks hollowed out as she began nursing ravenously, her big blue eyes rolling up -- streaming tears -- to gaze loving up at the man who began to rape her mouth in long, smooth strokes.

There must have been another twenty guys in line.

Positioned beneath the tiny teen was a cute Asian girl of maybe 9 years old, lovingly slurping at the blonde’s ravaged, cum-dribbling cunt as a big Doberman brutally fucked her ass; as I watched, a stream of hot piss washed over the face of the baby-faced preteen, causing her to choke and sputter and then latch back onto the pregnant girl’s slobber-coated clit.

I pushed fingers into my pussy, rolling my asshole against the digits I had jammed inside me, knowing that I couldn’t fight off another orgasm.

On-screen, the big nigger began choking the itt-bitty-blonde; he slapped her across the cheek -- hard -- and jammed his full length into her as she began to choke, heaving.

My phone rang.

Scarlett.

I picked up, panting, pulling my fingers from my gooey cunt while continuing to tease my hot, drooling asshole. “Hello? Scarlett?”

“Hey, Bree,” she said in her little girl, sing-song voice. “Enjoying the video?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. “Thank you for sending it. Thank you SO much. I love you. I love--”

She laughed. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh, yeah! And happy birthday. Super happy birthday, Scarlett; you’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I don’t know how to tell you how much--”

“I’m gonna get you raped tonight, Bree. In fact, I think I’m going to get you knocked up. Do you like that?”

I bit back a moan, squirming on the fingers jammed up my little-girl shitter; I felt my guts gaping as another finger slipped inside. “Y-you know I d-d-don’t. I’ll be good. Scarlett, please, please don’t get me pregnant tonight. Please?”

“Oh, Bree,” she said with a soft giggle, “of course I’m going to get your dumb, slutty little ass pregnant. If you’re nice, I’ll even let you choose the father. It might even be your daddy. Be downstairs in five minutes.”

“Bu-but, Scarlett, I can’t!”

“You can,” she said, and I could hear her smile. “And you will. I’ve got a fake for you, and Nicky is meeting us at the club. He says he has a surprise for me!”

“Yeah, bu-but ... my daddy is still up, and ... I’m still grounded, and ...”

Scarlett laughed. “Let me deal with your dad. When I walk into the house, give me a minute, then go out and wait in the truck.”

“But. I-it ... it’s a school-night,” I said hopelessly, already defeated.

“Shut up, you dumb bitch. Nicky can drive us to school in the morning. Tonight is my special night, and you’re not going to ruin it. Wear something that shows off those big tits. Glasses and pigtails. Slutty make-up, like you're hungry to suck cocks in an alleyway all night. No panties, short skirt. Beads in your ass. The big ones.”

With that, she hung up.

Dutifully, I got up and got dressed; I already had my wardrobe laid out and it only took a few seconds to get my makeup right.

Glancing at myself one last time in the mirror just as Scarlett’s big Chevy Silverado pulled into the driveway, I realized that I looked like a jailbait, preteen version of Linda Cardellini as Velma from the Scooby-Doo movie ... and that you could see the dangling anal-beads hanging from my ass several inches below my short skirt. The swell of my big brown nipples peaked over the low-cut top, and the juice of my meaty, sbobbery pussy dripped down my legs, giving my thighs a wet sheen.

I blushed, biting my lip.

Shit. I was DEFINITELY getting raped tonight.

I gulped as I heard my front door open and my daddy’s cheerful voice echo in the hallway, accompanied with the smiling, melodic voice of my best friend; my heart pounding, I counted to ten-Mississippi and then quietly walked downstairs ... and out the front door to the truck.

The giant, badass machine sat there, purring softly.

Scarlett’s mom was sitting in the driver’s seat, humming along to soft music; she gave me a polite nod -- flashing her gleaming smile and wrinkling her button nose as she winked -- but her mind was definitely on other things. She had a date tonight, and looked even sluttier than I felt: she was decked-out to the nines in white lingerie that was shockingly indecent and a collar with the words FUCK MEAT glimmering on it. In the front passenger seat, Scarlett’s twin little sisters were fast asleep, one dressed up like a slutty Rainbow Brite and the other in a Pickachu-themed bikini with little red circles on her cheeks: they would be the star attraction at whatever party the three of them were headed to.

The truck was cold, but it smelled like warm, well-oiled sex. After a moment, I could hear the faint buzz of toys: all three of the ladies already had something stuck inside them, churning their holes to steaming mush.

Sliding into the leather-lined backseat -- being careful not to knock over the huge box of dildos, cuffs, whips, paddles, blades and other things inside -- I waited, trying not to fidget ... or dislodge the length of huge beads jammed up my preteen shit-pipe, each of them size of a fist. After what seemed like an eternity, Scarlett flounced back to the truck and hopped into the seat next to me with a wicked grin.

God fucking DAMN, she looked amazing.

Like a younger, hotter Emma Stone, decked out in a sparkling crimson evening gown that showed every inch of her nubile preteen curves while giving her long red hair a cast like fire. She looked like a tiny swimsuit model, from her perky preteen tits down her long calves to her bare feet: a smooth, stacked little sex-goddess poured into firm, hot flesh, cum dripping from her ruby lips. Even though she was almost four months pregnant, you still couldn’t quite tell: she only had a glow around her, and skin that begged to be touched.

“See,” she said with a smile, “that was easy.”

“Yeah,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief, letting myself smirk.

Laughing, Scarlet’s mom put the car into reverse and we pulled away.

My best friend’s deep green eyes sparkled. “Give me a kiss.”

Before I could say anything, she leaned in and ran her gooey tongue across my mouth; I could taste my daddy’s thick cum as it dribbled past my lips. We made out, her hands wandering across my skin, until I was sucking hot gobs of my father’s semen right from her tongue, moaning and famished.

She pulled back after a few minutes, leaving me gasping and breathless, just as I went to massage for her cunt and felt my fingers wrap around the two-inch thickness of a long, hard-rubber cock.

“I’m wearing my strap-on. I hope you’re feeling ... adventurous.”

I gulped. “I-I ... I am.”

“Good. I’m going to let you practice deep-throating for a while. If you impress me, I’m going to let you suck Nicky’s cum out of my ass tonight.”

I got to work.

----------

About a half-hour later, Scarlett’s mom dropped us off in front of the huge, stone-cut strip-club where my best friend works on weekends. The quiet street shone with puddles, needles and broken glass: we were in a bad part of town. The grey, impassive edifice, however, simply glimmered in the soft rain with smooth, cool neon light; a massive black man in an elegant three-piece suit -- adorned with ebony sunglasses and a discrete earpiece -- nodded at both of us as we walked it, holding the colossal steel door before stepping back into place.

There was a dark-lit atrium, and were waved through a metal-detector by another, equally huge black man in a wife-beater.

Something clicked behind us as we went through the last door.

The noise inside, just past the final frosted-glass gateway, was like being hit in the chest. It took a moment for me to adjust, and I finally caught up with Scarlett just as we walked past a man roughly fucking a little girl with pink hair dressed as a kitty-cat next to a bathroom.

To our left, a porn-store gleamed next to a set of elevators; to our right, the bar and the club proper shone -- almost spinning -- hypnotically. Another door simply said "SNUFF."

“He didn’t check our IDs,” I said, huffing and overwhelmed.

“What?”

I shouted: “He didn’t check our IDs!”

“IDs?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “You said you had fakes! This is, like, a regular strip-cub ... right?”

“Oh, right,’ Scarlett said with a grin, taking my hand. “Yeah. Maybe he just forgot. Let’s get a drink and find Nicky.”

The place was like an airplane hanger, done up in crystal, rust and strobe lights; cages and upside-down crucifixes hung from chains, and sleek black glass accented those parts of the building that looked the most like an old dungeon. Huge flatscreens, flickering, showered forth throbbing images -- erotic, oily fuck-scenes of every kind -- and women in bondage-themed maid’s uniforms wandered to and from the massive, glimmering bars between the stages.

Balconies looked down on us, like an old opera house; I got vertigo, looking up at a box labeled “member’s only.”

Everywhere I gazed, the absolute raunchiest of debauchery was raging. Lost in the orgy, I was quietly led between tables, gawking openly as I watched sex acts of every description occurring all around me.

Dozens of men in well-cut suits crowded around each little island, watching young girls, teens and gorgeous women fucking themselves -- and each other -- with wild abandon; I saw two girls on leashes licking whipped cream from the legs of a well-stacked goddess of a lady covered in tattoos as she fisted herself. At another table, a cute Hispanic girl of maybe 10 was being brutally, anally raped by a huge black man as she licked hesitatly at the dog-cock thrust into her face. Behind them, I could see a young mother -- 22? 24? -- greasing up a throbbing with her hands and mouth, getting it ready to plunge into her pregnant teen daughter.

The men surrounding the tables were wild: howling, groping, throwing money.

Suddenly, I heard a voice I knew. “Bree, a pleasure. I’m glad to see that you girls were able to make it.”

I looked up, biting back fear. “Hello, Mr. Fellheimer. Sir.”

Scarlett laughed, sitting on his lap -- throwing her arms around his neck -- and gesturing for me to sit at his private table.

He smiled, gazing at me like a predator. “Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said without thinking.

He gestured idly, and a pretty black-haired teen in a low-cut leather dress -- laced up the front to show her ample cleavage and denuded, glinting pussy -- appeared at our table. Her arms were bound behind her back, but she had a tray cunningly attached to her collar, affixed to her waist.

“A virgin Mary for this little lady,” Mr. Fellheimer said, patting Scarlett’s firm ass without looking up at the girl. “Extra spicy; don’t go easy on her. She’s drinking for two. Another whiskey -- neat -- for me, and something sweet for my young friend Bree.”

The raven-haired teen turned, looking me over; I blushed as she smiled. “Do you like cream, sweetie?”

“Does she ever,” Scarlett said with a giggle.

The cute teen waitress smiled. “Slutty girl-scout?”

“Oh, yes. That she is,” Mr. Fellheimer said.

I bit my lip. “Wh-what’s in it?”

Laughing, our waitress smiled. “Bailey’s Irish Crème, peppermint schnapps and crème de cacao -- it’s kind of a chocolate liqueur. Served on the rocks. It’s really good. I’ll bring you a little one; see how you like it.”

“That will be fine,” Mr. Fellheimer said, nodding. “Thanks. And would you send over the special present?”

“Can do, Sir,” said the cute dark-haired girl, bowing and vanishing.

Scarlett looked intrigued. “Present? Nicky, for me?”

“A present,” he said, grinning. He gestured toward a girl walking towards us. “For you. Now ... who does that look like?”

My jaw dropped.

“Is that--? Fucking,” Scarlett gasped. “Is that Ellen Page?”

“Indeed.”

“How did--?”

Mr. Fellheimer smiled. “There are no limits to my generosity, lover.”

The two of them began kissing; the girl still walking toward us -- grinning ironically all the while -- was a vision; the casual clothes she wore as she plopped into the seat beside me only accented her tomboyish physique. Her black t-shirt simply said "I rape on the first date."

“Hi,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m Ellen; you must be Bree. I’m actually here for Scarlett to play with, but I’m definitely going to fuck you before I go.”

I stammered, taking her palm with my shaking hand. "Th-thank you."

Scarlett looked up, her eyes sparkling, her hand working Mr. Fellheimer’s huge dick through his slacks. “I insist. You simply have to feel her take a raping.”

Ellen smirked. “Oh, I will. So, I understand that we’re going to a water-park?”

Mr. Fellheimer nodded, as Scarlett gasped. “I made a few calls. Only the best for my girl on her birthday.”

“You know, I’ve never been to an orgy at a waterpark. Sounds like fun.”

“Well,” said Mr. Fellheimer with a conspiratorial smile, “We have all week. But first, I believe that you said you wanted to see how well my girl takes a beating?”

Ellen smiled. "I've been practicing. I believe we have the main stage?"

"Indeed. I think you'll be delighted to see how well she bruises for you. Marks on her look positively exquisite. Bree, be a dear and starting getting men ready to fuck Scarlett's ass, will you?"

I stood up, nodding.

Ellen shook her head, an emphatic 'no'. "Crawl, you dumb bitch."

And that’s how I ended up getting pregnant; the father of my daughter could have been any of a LOT of different guys, but I prefer to think that it was one of Ellen’s famous friends. Maybe is was Tyrese Gibson. Either way, Scarlett and I are definitely the most popular girls in 7th grade now.

>>25684
DAVID’S SWEET REVENGE

I first met David at a Christmas party last year, held at a gorgeous hotel rented out by my husband's company. David is one of those men who exudes strength and confidence, whom you just know will be successful at anything he does. It was no different here: he started working at the company right out of college and within a month was setting sales records. He was the top salesman for 26 months straight, a record that was only broken by David when he went on a 31 month run a couple years later. He was promoted to regional sales manager 5 years ago and each sales rep under his control saw an increase in production of 30%.

Control.

David is one of those people who likes being in control. He has an ability to see what needs to be done and knows how to motivate people to exceed expectations. People want to please him. A compliment from David is regarded much like a congratulatory letter from the President of the United States or the mother-fucking Pope.

When it was announced last April that Robert Flack was stepping down as the VP of Sales, everyone simply assumed that David would be the new VP. Hell, even the outgoing vice, Robert, gave the promotion his glowing endorsement, saying that he could imagine no one else leading the company into the next decade as they started expanding into foreign markets.

Naturally, David and the rest of the company were shocked when CEO Dom Whittner announced that his own brother-in-law, Michael Hunt, would be succeeding Bobby as of May 1st.

Mike Hunt is a smarmy salesman who cut his teeth in the used-car business, though he most recently spent 2 years selling home water purifiers door-to-door. He was about as accomplished a salesman as Gary Coleman is a basketball player, and without the looks or charm. David, despite this, was not one for grousing; things did not go as he had predicted, perhaps, but he still chose to give 100% and to be a valuable resource to Mike. If the foreign expansion took off the way the company predicted, there would be plenty of career opportunities overseas for him.

Over the next few months, David decided he hated Mike. Not because Mike took what should have been his job, but because Mike was a pompous jackass who knew nothing about sales. He blamed David for everything he screwed up while taking the credit for all of David's hard-earned success. Regardless of his feelings, though, Dave remained professional. Even while watching Michael abuse some of their most seasoned sales professionals, David kept his mouth shut.

Just as predicted, the foreign markets were a gold-mine. Within just 6 months, sales were so strong that they needed to open a new office in Germany just to keep up ... and needed to create a new position: VP of International Market Sales.

David began learning to speak German. It didn't take more than a month before he was an expert.

As you might have guessed, Dave wasn't offered the position. Mike, in his infinite wisdom, hired a guy right out of college. The kid was barely old enough to drink legally and here he was going to Germany to lead the international sales division. His voice was probably still changing, and this kid was going to be making over $250,000 a year. The boy was named Richard Weed and was one of Mike's nephews.

David was not pleased.

Over the next month, David continued to grow more annoyed by the situation. Fortunately for all involved, David was never the sort of person to simply piss and moan about how life wasn't treating him fairly. Instead, he decided to take action. He spoke with one of his company's top competitors -- one who was on the rise, beaten back into 2nd place only by David's superior business acumen. With Mike running the show, sales were slowing at home and their competitor was nibbling away at their market share.

David spoke to the competitor's CEO. They had a VP position that would be vacant in March: just 4 months away. They offered David the position, declaring with a smile that he could start right away as the current VP's assistant if he wanted. David had a ... different idea. He remained on at his old company, working for Mike, never letting on that he was planning to leave. He had a several step plan to sabotage his current company while catapulting his future employers into the lead in the marketplace.

First, David began siphoning off some of their top clients. With his excellent rapport, he had no trouble getting them to agree to move to his new employer as soon as he left. Second, for all projects that he was assigned, he made sure their projected completion date was set for after March. He simply didn't work on them, but continued to give false progress reports on his work. Finally, he wanted a more personal way of disrupting Mike's life, knowing it would disrupt his professional life as well.

This is where I came in.

I met David at the office Christmas party last December, like I said. It was a grand party held at a fancy hotel, and only the top management and their spouses were invited. When introduced, I was quickly taken aback by Dave's charm, his looks and by his commanding presence. When David spoke to me, it was like I was the only person in the room -- maybe the only soul on the planet. I found myself almost like a lovesick puppy, following him around all night.

I should probably tell you a little about myself. My name is Jessica, and I am Mike's wife.

I'm 31 years old and in very good shape; people constantly tell how young and healthy I look, and that I should be an actress; I've been modeling professionally since I was 7; mostly bikinis and some lingerie. Mike makes more than enough money to afford me the opportunity to stay home rather than work; with my daughters both of school age now, I have time to go to the gym 5 times a week. I have golden-reddish hair that falls just below my shoulders and green eyes which I'm told have quite a sparkle to them. I have 36 C breasts, still firm, and am a "pocket Venus" at 5'4. People always tell me that I look like Lili Simmons.

My eldest daughter, Tammy, is 13; the twins -- Jessie and Josie -- are 9. All three of the little ladies look a lot like me, with naturally curly hair, big blue eyes and perfect skin. Tammy is fairly well developed for her age -- already with a strong resemblance to Zooey Deschanel that the boys are noticing -- and will probably have larger breasts than I do by the time she is finished growing. She's easily the prettiest of the 7th-grade cheerleaders, and her coltish charms aren't lost on her teachers. Baby Jessie & Josies are the cutest little girls you've ever seen: just starting to develop, but with the wild eyes, angel faces and slim, tomboyish builds that suggest they'll be quite a pair of firecrackers in their teens.

Anyway: at the party, I continued to find ways to be around David. I should point out that David is far more attractive and masculine than my husband. My husband Mike is short, pot-bellied, and slump-shouldered with a very weak chin. Weak in the way that starving Ethiopian children are weak. His thinning hair has that black oily look of a cartoon villain from the 1940's. Worst of all, he was hung like a mouse. A mouse in a cold shower.

Late in the evening, I noticed Michael was sitting at a table, half passed-out from the light beer he was nursing -- his third. I walked over to David, who was holding court among a group of company wives, and began talking to him. David was on his seventh scotch, but he was eloquent and smooth: obviously, real men have no problem handling their alcohol.

As we talked, I found myself brushing the back of my hand against my breasts. David noticed my subconscious movements and then said, with strong warmth in his voice, "Careful. If your nipples get any harder, they'll poke through that beautiful dress."

I looked down and realized he was right. My face went as red as my dress. I tried to speak, but couldn't.

David caught my gaze, looked me firmly in the eyes and simply said, "Walk with me."

It wasn't a request, I think, so much as him simply stating what would be. He turned and walked towards the side door -- and I followed like a little girl.

I followed David outside, hurrying to keep up. He continued to walk to the parking lot. He didn't say a word as he walked with his drink to the far end of the last row of cars. As he walked, he lit a cigarette. When he stopped, he turned and offered me one.

I said, "Oh, sir, no thank you -- I quit a couple years ago."

He continued to look at me with those piercing eyes as he held out the cigarette. I looked down and took one. As I put my wine glass down, David lit my cigarette for me and we smoked in silence. Then, as we finished and tossed the butts onto the pavement, David lit another for himself. He put his glass on the hood of someone's car and then unzipped his pants.

I was shocked that David was unzipping his pants, but that shock was nothing compared to when I saw him release what can only be described as a monster. I felt like a citizen of Japan at the mercy of Godzilla as I stared at 11 inches of semi-hard cock. David continued to stare at me and simply said, "Suck."

I tried to object. I squeaked, my voice trembling, "I've never cheated on my husband before. Sir."

It was true, too. Even though I was a typical lonely housewife and even though sex with my husband was about as enjoyable as receiving root canal from a blind dentist with Parkinson's disease, I have never been unfaithful. Dave simply shrugged and said, "Okay, enjoy the rest of the party."

He turned his back to me and started pissing on the asphalt between the cars.

For some strange reason -- which I would like to think was the alcohol, though I know that wasn't it -- I stayed. I heard a tiny voice and realized it was my own, "Well, I guess I can suck your cock. I mean, it isn't like its ... sex, right?"

Dave just looked back over his shoulder at me and grinned that knowing grin. The grin suggested that he knew my decision before he even asked.

I dropped to my knees as he turned around. I wrapped my hands around his huge manhood and hefted it up. I could see a couple droplets of piss clinging to the tiny slit. I was about to wipe it clean but when I looked up, something about his eyes made me stop. I simply stuck out my tongue and licked it clean before slipping about 5 inches into my mouth.

David took a drag from his cigarette as he put one hand on my head. His large hand engulfed the top of my skull the way a basketball player palms a ball. With little effort, he pulled my face closer, forcing more of his now fully-erect cock into my mouth and down my throat. I had to relax my throat to accommodate his incredible thickness or risk choking.

As I let him fuck my face, I noticed my knees were getting wet. I glanced down and saw that the stream of urine has run downhill towards me, the edges of the flow now touching my skin. I wanted to get up and move but for some reason, all I did was hike up my dress to keep it clean and dry. I looked back up and saw David watching me, gauging my reaction to the puddle. He was weighing me with his eyes.

I deep-throated him, tears streaming down my cheeks as I gagged on that monster cock. My pussy warmed as he casually raped my mouth, one hand massaging his huge balls and another rubbing at my slick, overheating cunt.

When he was confident that I was obedient enough, he pulled out of my mouth and yanked me to my feet.

"Lift your dress," he said.I smiled and batted my eyes and bent forward as I lifted my skirt to flaunt my perfect ass. Dave bent down, and with both hands tore away the crotch of my black nylons. Then he grabbed my panties and tore them as well, leaving just tattered rags hanging from around my hips. He snagged both of my wrists in a single hand, holding me fast, pinning them to my lower back. I was about to say something in protest, but instead I just lowered my head, trying to slow my breathing. I had goose-bumps. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. Fuck, I wanted it. I wanted that giant cock inside my body, stretching me like I haven't been stretched since I gave birth to Jessie & Josie.

David pushed me forward against a car. I held on as my face was lowered to waist level. My legs were kicked apart like a cop arresting a drunk driver. I then felt the head of his large tool pressing into the folds of my pussy, parting it like Moses at the Red Sea. And like Moses, when I was finally parted, I moaned a quiet exaltation to God.

Oh God, oh GOD, his cock.

Being filled with an 11" (more like 13 inches, in his fully-erect state) was like being in a drug-induced haze of both numbness and pleasure. I tried to speak but the words came out more like a guttural moan. My eyes were closed and I can't swear that drool wasn't dripping from my lower lip.

After a few minutes of being pounded by David, I felt my toes curling, my heart racing and a wave of tingling vibrations erupting through my body. I bit my mouth down tight so I wouldn't scream as I experienced my first orgasm from a cock in over 15 years ... and probably only the 5th in my entire life. Without a doubt, it was the best of the bunch. I began to cum again ... and the again.

I was still lost in the haze of my orgasms, feeling another wave hit me, when David abruptly pulled out. There was almost a gasp of panic as his giant cock was replaced by the cold vacuum of air into my gaping cunt. Before I had a chance to voice my complaint, he grabbed me and spun me around, loosing my arms and forcing me back to my knees in the puddle. He put his cock to my lips.

I opened my mouth and he pushed his way in. I could taste the slick drool of my own cunt on his cock and was surprisingly not appalled. In fact, I actually enjoyed the rich, tangy flavor. Then, after fucking my face for 5 or 6 strokes, he pulled out and held his cock a few inches from my face. He held it like a cannon, ready to knock down a castle wall. His first blast struck me right in the eye and splashed off. The second hit my forehead and began to drip down my cheek. His next blast of cum hit my upper lip and teeth, dripping down onto my lower lips. Blast after blast washed over my face as though someone had hit me with a cream pie.

Eventually, after about 9 large blasts, David's cock stopped pulsating. It stopped spewing its cream all over my face, dripping down into my cleavage. David held his cock to my lips for me to lick clean. As I did, he leaned forward and picked up my wine glass. He then backed away and held the wine glass under my chin. The cum dripped down into the glass. After about 3 ounces had collected in the glass, he held the glass in front of himself and grunted. His cock started launching a thick stream of urine, splashing across my cleavage and down my belly. When the stream died down to a trickle, he put the glass in front and collected an ounce of piss. That -- with the cum -- turned the half-full glass of red wine to a strange swirled pink, red and white liquid. He helped me to my feet and said, "There's a Burger King across the street. Go get cleaned up. I'll leave your drink here for you. When you come back, I expect to see you drinking your cocktail."

I simply nodded as he walked away.

I watched him walk back to the party through my one non-slimed eye and then I hurried across the street to the burger joint. When I walked in, it was surprisingly crowded. With a mall right down the street, I assume these were holiday shoppers who didn't have time for a home-cooked meal. About 40 people were either in the line or off on the side, filling their drink cups. I walked in and pushed past the staring patrons. I hurried to the back where the bathrooms are. I tried the door to the ladies room but it was locked. A voice inside yelled, "One minute."

Damn.

So there I stood, by the door, with cum dripping down my face, piss dripping off my tits and my knees shaking from the pounding my cunt had taken. Four teen boys sat at a table right next to me and stared. I could hear their snickering and their snide comments. I guess it wasn't too hard to tell what happened to my face; while I did my best to studiously ignore them, I realized that my nylons were still hanging in shreds around my ankles, and my slickness had run down to my knees.

After 5 minutes, the door opened and a group of cute teen girls walked out; they giggled and mercifully let me pass. As they walked away, one mentioned that it looked like I had been a party-favor to at least a dozen guys. Another admitted that she would still eat my ass.

I hurried into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was a mess, obviously, but it was more than that. Looking at my slime-coated face, I looked like I was just the guest of honor at a dozen-man bukakke party. I laughed as I used a finger to wipe some of the sperm from my left eye. For some reason, I licked my finger clean. I've never been against swallowing sperm, but I also wouldn't call myself a connoisseur, either. Yet here I was, enjoying the thrill of licking the sperm from my fingers. Maybe it was the nastiness of it or the excitement or maybe it was as I feared: I was actually enjoying the taste. Or probably all three.

I cam again, rubbing myself off right there in front of the mirror and thinking of David using my mouth for his pleasure; when the girls came back, I didn't stop fingering myself, rubbing David's cum into my cunt and hoping that I would get pregnant. They took quite a few photos, I'm embarrassed to admit.

When I eventually returned to the party, Mike was asleep at the table, his fourth light beer barely touched. I walked over to the appetizer table to get something less salty - and slimy - to eat. I caught David's eye and held up my glass to show him I had it. Then I closed my eyes and lifted it to my lips. As the sludge slipped down my throat, I could feel eyes upon me. I opened my eyes to see Connie Virtue, Richard's fiance. A gorgeous young blonde, she walked over and asked me how I liked the party. I nodded and said, "Oh, it's been pretty exciting so far."

As we talked, I tried to ignore the cold breeze going up my dress and through my torn nylons and panties. I swirled the half empty glass in my hand and took another sip. Connie asked, "That's a strange looking drink, what is it?"

I replied, trying not to smile, simply, "Red wine blow job."

Connie looked confused, wrinkling her pert little nose. I said, "You know, that shot drink called a blow job? It has Bailey's in it and some other stuff. I got it from the bar and poured it into my wine. It tastes pretty good."

Connie asked, "Can I have a taste?"

I looked over her shoulder at David, who was about 5 feet away and listening. He nodded with a smile. I handed her the glass. She lifted it to her lips and took a sip. I could see strings of sperm wash into her mouth. Then she sloshed it around in her mouth for a second and swallowed. "Mmm. That's pretty good."

She took another gulp. "Really good, actually," she said.

When she handed me back the glass, it only contained barely a sip. I drank it and Connie asked, "Want me to go get us a couple more from the bar? I mean, I thought it might be fun to get you drunk --"

That's when Dave cut in. "I'm on my way up to the bar, can I get you ladies a refill?"

I said yes, blushing, and off he went. As I talked to Connie, I watched David get two large glasses of wine and take them into the men's room.

After what seemed like 5 minutes, David returned with two drinks and handed one to each of us. He said, "I think you ladies will like these. They're extra special."

We each took a sip. Connie said, "Mmm, yes, that's good. I'll have to get the recipe."As I sipped my drink, I could see and taste that it had a lot more sperm and piss in it than last time. The wine only made up about 30% this time. And like Connie, I was enjoying it.

Enjoying it a LOT.

David, now drinking another scotch, stayed and talked to us. He asked Connie about when she and Richard were going back to Germany. She said that he was leaving in two days, but that she was staying through the holidays. Then I mentioned that Mike was going with Dick for 2 weeks. He asked, "You must have very trusting husbands. I don't know if I could leave two beautiful women such as yourselves here alone for 2 weeks."

We both blushed, but I also felt something else. While Mike does occasionally throw compliments my way, they always come across as painful for him. Dave seems to have a natural ability to make a person's heart soar. Of course, he was having an effect on more than just my heart.

Mike finally woke up and stumbled over. He burped and then said, "C'mon, let's get out of here. I gotta take a piss."

He pulled me by the arm, then saw my drink and asked, "What the hell are you drinking?"

Before I could say anything, Connie spoke up. "It's a new drink we just discovered. It's really good. You should try it."

Mike, seeing that David was watching him, didn't want to wuss out and reveal that he only drinks light beer or 1% milk. Instead, he took my drink and chugged it, finishing it off. He made a strange face and said, "It's a little strong."

I laughed. Of course, anything as manly as David's cum would be too strong for Michael. It was probably the first time he's had any hint of a real man inside him.

On the car ride home, I drove -- and sure enough, Michael passed out. I reached for my purse to get out my lipstick to fix my smeared lips at a stop light. When I reached my hand inside my purse, I found something strange: a napkin. It had a phone number on it, and a note that simply said, "Call me when he goes away. I want to fuck that sweet asshole of yours."

My heart fluttered and my pussy got wet again. I looked to make sure Mike was unconscious, and then I shifted in my seat so I could hike up my skirt. While I drove with my left hand, my right went to work on my aching cunt. No simple clit rubbing would satisfy me, either. I rammed 2 fingers up my wet hole and sloshed them back and forth. Then I took them out and sucked on them as I drove. Well, I guess I knew what I'd be doing in 2 days.

Saturday, two days later, Mike left for his two-week trip. The kids were at their friends' house for the afternoon and I was standing in the kitchen with the phone. It was ringing.

His voice was so strong. "Hello."I was nervous, but tried not to let it show in my voice. "Um, hi. This is, um, Jessica Hunt from the Christmas party. Is this David?"

"Yeah, and...?"

"Um, you said to call when Mike left and he ... he just left for the airport, sir. He'll be gone for 2 weeks. Well, 15 days actually. He'll be back on the 27th. Well, late on the 27th, so really like the 28th. I, uhh, well, sir --"

There was a pause and David said, "And you are calling to beg me to come over and fuck you? To open up your ass, and treat you like a dirty cock sucking whore, yes?"

I was shocked by his harsh words and I said, "Hey, now, sir, that ... wasn't very nice. Look, the other night was fun and I was thinking you could come over, yes. I mean, I would really like you to come over, but there have to be some ground rules. You can fuck me, sir, but you need to understand that I don't..."

David interrupted, "Sorry, never mind then."

CLICK.

He hung up on me. I couldn't believe it, he actually hung up on me. I was furious! I threw the phone against the wall and it cracked. I started mumbling to myself, "What a jerk! Who the hell does he think he is?"

I walked over to the computer and sat down. I brought up the Internet and started surfing a news site. Then I went to Google -- and for some strange reason, my fingers typed in "large cock". Sure enough, hundreds of pictures of girls being fucked by huge cocks were in front of me. I looked down and realized I had unbuttoned my skirt and my hand was in my panties. Damn, I never do stuff like this. I felt like a woman possessed, like I was no longer in control of myself.

35 seconds later, I was holding a scotch-taped phone receiver to my ear and listening to it ring. "Hello?"

"Um, David, it's, um, Jessica Hunt, um, from the Christmas party. I think we got off on the wrong..."

He interrupted me, "I know who this is. What I want to know is why you are calling me. You made it clear that you were not receptive to my plans, hence we have no need to talk. Instead, I think I'll give Connie a call -- since she's all alone as well. She's already offered to let me knock her up."

I felt my heart race and I felt a twang of desperation and panicked jealousy in the pit of my stomach. "Wait, sir. I was just kidding around. No, I really want you to come over."

There was a pause on the phone that felt like days as I could hear David breathing. Finally, he broke the silence, "Do you, now?"

"Yes, sir. Please!"

"Do you want me to come over and fuck your ass and treat you like a cock sucking whore?"

I quietly said, "Yes, of course. Sir."

After a brief pause, David said in a flat voice, "I am unconvinced. I want to hear you say it."

I swallowed and closed my eyes as I said, "Yes, I want you to come over and fuck my ass and treat me like a cock sucking whore. Please, sir -- get me pregnant."

Saying those vile words filled me with a sort of power. It was like those words were giving me confidence and setting me free from my lifetime of pretending to be something I'm not. He continued, "Do you want to suck my cock after I fuck your ass? Do you want me to take to out to a porn shop and make you suck off strange men through the glory hole? Do you want me to piss in your mouth? Do you want my giant cock buried in that bald cunt of yours?"

My whole body burning, my nipples aching, I said, "Yes... Sir, but my pussy isn't shaved."

He simply said, "It will be by the time I get there.""Um, yes, of course. Sir. Please come fuck me." I gave him the address and he hung up.

I had no idea when David was coming. He didn't say if he was coming right over or if he'd be over later or what. I had to assume I had very little time, so I quickly jumped in the shower. I grabbed one of my husband's new razors and got busy trimming. I have never completely trimmed my pussy before, but I think I did an excellent job. When I toweled off, I patted a little baby powder on my freshly bald cunt to prevent razor burn and then I stood in front of the full length mirror that hangs from the back of the bathroom door. My cunt looked ... hungry.

"Not too shabby," I thought.

I dressed as sexily as I could and checked the time. It was 11 am and the kids would be out for a few more hours. I had to make sure I had time to get changed back into something more befitting a mother of three before they returned. In the meantime, I was dressed in a white blouse, short black skirt, 2 inch heels and no undergarments. I figured they would just slow David down. Besides, I couldn't afford to keep replacing every pair of panties he rips to get at my sopping cunt.

Time seemed to drip by as I waited for David. I paced nervously around the house. I checked the time every 5 minutes. I even did some minor housework to pass the time. Finally, it was 3 o'clock and I knew the kids would be home soon, so I was about to go upstairs and change when I heard the front door open. My daughters were home. Shit! I would have to go past the door to get to the stairs.

The girls came in and yelled that they were home. I couldn't simply hide behind a couch like a child, so I came into view and welcomed them home. "Hi kids, how was your day?"

Jessie & Josie, my little nine year olds, started telling me about their day when Tammy said, "Damn, Mom, you look great. Do you have a hot date or something?"

I let out a nervous chuckle. "No, I just figured I'd try on some old clothes I haven't worn in a while. I'm going back up to get changed right now."

I looked at myself in the hall mirror as I passed and agreed. I did look great, though you could see my nipples a little too clearly through the sheer blouse.

Before I could get to the stairs, the doorbell chimed. Damn! I opened the door to see David, dressed in khakis and a suit-jacket over a sharp polo shirt. He filled them out quite well. I invited him in and then remembered the girls were standing behind me. "Um, girls, this is a friend of your father's from ... from the office. His name is David. David, these are my daughters, Tammy, Jessie & Josie."

David smiled brightly at them and then said, "My, you have your mother's beauty."The girls giggled, and teenage Tammy blushed.

Then David turned to me and said, "I love the blouse."

I quickly remembered that my nipples were visible and blushed, myself. This was not the way to behave in front of my daughters. Of course, had I known what was to come later, I probably would have just smiled.

David took off his coat and handed it to me. I said, "I'm sorry, the kids are home earlier than I expected. Maybe we should slip away to your place or try again tomorrow or something."

He looked around the living room and then said, "No, this will work just fine...better, in fact. Take off your clothes."

"Huh?" was the only response I could muster.

Tammy spoke up, with a mischievous grin in her voice, "Mom, what's going on?"

I said, "Oh, nothing, David is just kidding around. It's nothing..."

Dave put a hand up and silenced me. He said to the girls, "Your mother is a dirty, cock-hungry slut and she begged me to come over and treat her like a whore in return for fucking her. Since you are her daughters, you are most likely sluts as well. You three should stay around and watch as I fuck your mother in every hole. Maybe if you're good and obedient like your mom, I'll let you all take turns sucking my cock."

I moved between David and my girls and said, "Hey, now that was uncalled for! There is no way my daughters are going to watch us have sex! And you sure as hell aren't going to be messing around with them!"

David eyed me for a second, then he unzipped his pants. He withdrew his monster cock which was already about 90% hard. He held it there, watching me become almost hypnotized by it and said, "Fine, if you don't want me to fuck you, you can go fuck yourself."

Then he started putting his large cock away -- I realized that I had already reached out to stroke it.

"Wait, don't go!" I couldn't believe I was hearing those words from my own mouth, but the thought of the orgasms he had given me just 2 days before was making me irrational. I continued, "No, it's okay, I was just being... Sir, please ..."

David turned and looked at me with those smoldering eyes and said, "Now take off your clothes."

I lowered my head in submission and began undressing in front of my daughters. They had enormous grins on their faces. I didn't even walk over and close the blinds in the front window. As I unbuttoned my blouse, he said, "I do not like repeating myself. Do not make me do so again."

I nodded, humbled, my knees shaking and goosebumps all across my skin.

David pulled his shirt up over his head. I was impressed by his physique -- he was like a sculpture of a god. He nodded me over. I left my blouse in a pile on the floor and walked towards him, my heart racing. I dropped to my knees at his feet and began unbuttoning his pants. As I slid the zipper down, I could feel the large inviting bulge just below the fabric.

As I slid his pants off, I could feel the warmth emanating from his boxers. My daughters stood silently behind me and watched. I glanced past David's body at a mirror on the wall by the coat rack. I could see the girls just standing there in awe. There was of course shock in their eyes ... but also maybe something else. Was it curiosity or was it something more? Desire? I felt a mixture of guilt and a rush of pleasure. I realize this doesn't make sense, but being told to do this in front of my girls was almost like an awakening for me. It was like I lived the first 32 years of my life in the shadows and I was finally stepping into the light ... and I wanted the world to see.

I pulled down David's boxers, freeing his giant cock. It popped up and smacked me in the cheek. It was so hard it was like being struck by a miniature baseball bat. David shuffled his feet, stepping out of his shoes and clothes. He said, "Socks", and I removed each sock. It was strange: even his feet seemed muscular, if that's possible.

I know what you may be wondering. Why would I be doing this? Sure, Mike isn't the most manly of men, but there had to be some reason I married him in the first place, right? Unfortunately, not a very good one. You see, I grew up in a rural town in western Nebraska. When I say rural, I mean I knew the tumbleweeds by name. I went to a large university where I knew no one. My roommate joined a sorority and was a bit of a party girl. She was hardly ever around, leaving me to my studies and my solitude. Then, one day, she invited me to a party of hers -- it was wild, like something from a raunchy teen movie. People were pairing up all over the house, sometimes in more than just couples. There were several groups of three, all kissing and groping each other. I stepped into the bathroom but when I turned on the light, I found a girl on her knees, servicing a guy with a large blue tattoo on his back.

I was seeing things that I had never seen before: a tiny girl on a couch openly playing with her asshole as the man she made out with slipped three fingers into her pussy. A fraternity brother easing his enormous member into the dripping, gaping cunt of a preteen tied, gagged, to the pool table. A pregnant TA, soaked in piss, furiously masturbating on a kitchen floor and begging the laughing frat brothers to let her fuck their dog. Two little Asian girls -- maybe teenagers, maybe not -- fisting each others assholes as a big black fraternity brother filled one of the girls with what looked like a gallon of cum. A girl with cum running down her thighs, giving a blow-job to a man on a couch and wiggling her ass to get more anonymous men to fuck her. A local mom, greasing up her young daughter's shit-pipe while preparing the next of her rapists with her mouth. Just before I left, I watched a high-school girl sink herself onto a bowling pin while surrounded by hard cocks, working a fat length of dick with each fist, ropes of cum and saliva trailing from her lips and down her bare, shining tits.

Flustered, breathing heavily, I stumbled down the stairs and out the back door. There were several smokers gathered around in a close circle, trying to shield themselves from the late November air. I didn't smoke, so I just stood off by myself, rubbing my knees together. I was just about to leave when Mike came up to me. I saw him earlier with a bunch of other guys playing a drinking game. He had a lot of friends at the party but he chose to stop and talk to me.

I realize this may be corny, but I liked Mike because he seemed safe. Unlike the other guys there, he didn't ask me if I wanted to suck his cock or ask to see my tits. He didn't grab my ass, even. At the time, I thought that meant he was a gentleman. I didn't realize he was just too much of a pussy to ask for what he wanted or to just flat out take it.

We dated for almost a year, though we only had sex a handful of times. Again, I didn't think anything of it. I figured that when I got married, I'd have all the sex I could handle. So when we wed, just after I turned 18, I was a little disappointed that we only had sex twice on our week-long honeymoon. Over the years to come, I would learn to live with a lot of disappointment in that area.

And I masturbated to thoughts of that party every night.

But now was my time to embrace a part of me that has lay dormant for far too long. As I kneeled before David with my children watching behind me, I realized that I didn't leave the party that night because I was some scared small-town girl overwhelmed by the debauchery of big school life. No, I left because I was surprised by how turned on I was becoming. I left because I was shocked at how much I wanted to join the writhing bodies. How much I wanted to lose myself in it. How much I wanted to be taken, and taken again.

I just didn't allow myself to understand that fact at the time. But now I knew.

David snapped my attention back to the moment at hand as he took hold of my hair and pulled my face close to his body. I opened my mouth and let his cock slide between my lips. He grunted, "Suck it, whore. No hands."

I looked up at him with my large green eyes, thanking him silently, and then got busy sucking his huge cock. Each time, I took David all the way into my mouth, to the point of gagging as the large mushroom head clogged my airway. It didn't stop me as I continued to devour him, sucking at his incredible manhood like a starving street urchin at a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving.

I heard David say, "Come over here, girls. You can see better from over here."

My heart raced as I heard the girls walk over. God, I wanted them to want this. To need this, like I did. From the corner of my eye, I could see them standing next to me, one twin on each side. David spoke to them, "Well, girls ... as you can see, your mother is a dirty little whore. She craves cock like a bitch in heat. She's such a filthy slut that she'll do anything I tell her to. Let me show you. Whore, stand up."

Moaning, I released him from my mouth and stood up with my head tilted down. David stepped closer and put his hand on my bald cunt. "Not bad. Now go bring in your dog."

I looked up at him with confusion and a bit of fear in my eyes. He just kept his steely gaze on me until I shrunk from the scrutiny and left the room. I returned with Midnight, our black lab. David, his hand on my teenager's shoulder, turned to Tammy and said, "Go to the kitchen and get me a jar of peanut butter."

To my surprised delight, Tammy ran off and returned, a bounce in her step, with a large jar of JIF.

Dave took the jar and then looked at me. "Lay on the floor and spread your legs."

I obeyed, trying to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest, and kept my eyes shut. Maybe if I didn't watch what was going on, I would be less mortified. Doubtful.

David knelt, took a glob of peanut butter in his fingers, and smeared it into my dripping slit. He rubbed his hand around, pushing it inside the way you would fill the cracks of your bathroom tile with grout. Then he clapped his hands and the dog came over. It didn't take much for Midnight to figure out where the great smell was coming from. He knew dinner was served, and he dove in.

Feeling his large rough tongue swish over my crack and my swollen clit was like being jolted with a bolt of electricity. I shuddered, pushing back against him. Then, when he came in closer to dig his tongue inside, I felt his cold nose brush against my clit and it felt like an ice cube. I jumped a bit and squealed. I opened my eyes to watch and saw my daughters standing over me, staring like hungry kittens looking through the window of the butcher shop. They were trembling with need. I could see it in their eyes. So did David.

David waited for the dog to finish as much of the peanut butter as he could get and then decided to fill me once more. This time, however, he decided to up the ante. "Girls," he said, "put more peanut butter on your mother. The dog's getting hungry for his bitch."

Tammy took the jar and dipped her hand inside. Then she handed it to little Jessie, who followed suit; Josie was as eager as I had ever seen a girl. I gasped as the girls smeared the peanut butter onto -- and into -- my pussy. Their hands felt so soft and warm on my flesh. Before I could really savor the moment, Midnight had pushed his way back in and was back to lapping at me. I couldn't even think as his tongue slurped over and over along my overheating twat.

I could tell I was getting close to cumming. As humiliating as this was, I have to admit that it was hot. I didn't care that my daughters were there. Hell, I wouldn't have cared if the Pope was standing there. I needed to cum. Just then, the pleasure abruptly stopped. I looked up and saw that David had pulled back the dog. I had a look of utter frustration on my face. "Please, sir! Please!"

David asked, "Do you want my cock inside you now?"

I nodded as I gasped, "Yes, I need your cock! Oh, fuck, god, I need your cock!"

David replied, "Good. Then you had better be a good little whore -- and maybe I will reward you with my cock in your cunt. Maybe I will let you have an orgasm or two today. But that all depends on you... and your daughters."

David looked down at Midnight, who was now bent down, licking his cock. I think it was the first time I ever really looked at it. It was about 4 inches long, pink and sticking out from the end of his furry sheath. David saw me looking and said, "I see you'll take any cock at this point. Good. You may suck your dog's filthy cock."

I wanted to protest. Who the hell was HE to tell me I was allowed to do something so disgusting? I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I wanted to grab my girls and run away. I wanted to stand up in righteous indignation and spit in his face.Instead, his eyes pinned me. Unable to meet his incredible gaze, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror on the wall. I could see myself on my hands and knees, crawling over to the dog. It was like I was watching someone else, until I bent down and could feel the wet spongy tip of the pink dog cock with my own tongue. I stole a quick glance up and saw the girls staring at me in joyous disbelief. Then I closed my eyes and lowered my head, taking his entire cock in my mouth. It was wet and slimy and tangy and pungent and I loved it.

David spoke, "Look at her, girls. Look at what a filthy cock sucking whore your mother is. I bet you girls are just like your mother. I bet you are both dirty little sluts."My whole body tingling, I stole a glance up at them as he continued, "Take off your clothes. I want to see what kind of sluts she has for daughters. Take off your clothes and get on your knees."

By this point, I shouldn't have been shocked by anything, but I was. I was very surprised to see my daughters obey him. These are the same three girls who refused to put away their laundry for 8 weeks, yet here they were, obeying him. Like they worshiped him. Their clothes fell away as they hurried to do as he commanded. As they stripped, I felt a pang of jealousy. I knew that they would be partaking in his monster cock while I was left here sucking on a dog's dick. Just then, David's voice brought me out of my daydream. "Get up, whore."

There was no anger or hostility in his voice. Only domination. Pure power. I knew he was talking to me, so I got up. "You need to teach your daughters how to suck my cock. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll stuff your slick cunt with it."

He held his enormous cock like a club in front of him. I nodded, almost swooning, and smiled at the thought. The girls finished undressing and kneeled beside side of me.I said to my little naked girls, "Take your hands and wrap them around it. Yes. Feel it throb in your hands. Now Tammy, lean down and lick the head ... like this."

I closed my eye and licked the mushroom head, letting the tip slip into my mouth and then back out. I backed away and Tammy was about to wipe my spit off the tip when David said, "Don't clean it, slut. Just suck it."

Tammy, blushing furiously, licked it tentatively and then worked up the courage to let the head and an additional inch into her mouth. I whispered to her, "Don't let your teeth scrape, honey. Make sure your tongue works as a guide between your bottom teeth and your master's cock. Work the underside."

I let her practice for a few moments, proud of how she hollowed out her cheeks and gazed up at her master. Then I pulled Tammy off and nodded to little baby Jessie. Jess didn't bother trying to clean it. She just took it and attacked it with the sort of enthusiasm only a child has. She licked, sucked and slurped while I cupped his balls and gently massaged them. I then said to Josie, "Help your sister. There is more than enough cock for you both to suck at the same time. And don't forget to suck his balls, too."

To illustrate my point, I leaned my head down and lifted his swollen balls into my mouth. It was like trying to suck a pair of tennis balls. I could smell the musky sweaty scent and loved it. God damn, I loved it. Then David said, "Good job, whore. While these little bitches suck my cock, you may entertain me. First, get me a digital camera."

I was terrified at the prospect of him recording any of what we were doing, but for some reason I obeyed. Then, after I handed him the camera and a glass of scotch -- I thought it would be a nice touch -- he told me to get down on the floor. He said, "Get down there. You got that dog all excited. Now you have to let him fuck you like the bitch you are."

I had never done anything like this before. The thought of what I was about to do, as well as what I had just done, would make any normal girl sick to their stomach. That's when I knew for sure that I was exactly as David had described me as to my daughters. That's when I knew that I was a dirty cock loving, dog fucking whore. Because as I got on my knees and patted my ass for the dog to approach, I was actually excited. I was as horny as I had ever been. I needed this. When I felt the rough pads of his paws on my soft white flesh and the tips of his claws dig into me for support, my excitement only grew. And when I felt his swollen pink and purple cock penetrate me, I came. With every flash of the camera, another jolt of pleasure struck.

As I came, I lowered my face into the carpet to help muffle the screams. David said, "Yes, you are a dirty dog whore, aren't you?"

I lifted my head to answer, but my reply game out garbled, like I was a stroke victim. I tried to lift my head again and this time I managed to scream out, "Yes! I'm a dirty dog whore. I love hard cock, sir. I want to drink cum and lick pussy and have my ass fucked by strange men! Please, sir, please, rape a baby into me!"

David only chuckled. He still had my daughters kneeling in front of him. He held the camera and snapped a few pictures of them working together on his cock. Occasionally their tongues would touch and they would kiss. He seemed to enjoy that. He held up the camera with one hand and pulled away his cock with his other. He said, "Just stay right there and open your mouths. Don't close your eyes or I'll make you suck off fifty men till you get it right."

Then he stoked his enormous cock and it started pulsating. A large glob of sperm shot out of the slit and struck Tammy in the eye. To her credit, my teen daughter didn't even blink. He angled his second blast at Jessie, shooting directly into the open, waiting mouth of the grade-schooler; another jet went into Josie's hot mouth. He went back and fourth, spraying both girls in their mouths and on their faces. I found myself both jealous and proud as they swallowed the thick volume of cum, and began working my way to another orgasm on the dog's thrusting cock.

David pushed both girls over towards me. "Let that whore lick your faces clean."

My heart leapt. The girls got down low so I could reach their faces with the dog still weighing me down. It was very strange and exhilarating, licking spunk from my daughter's faces while our dog was cumming inside my spasming cunt. He leaned his large head down and a thick glob of drool dripped from his mouth, landing along my cheek. I lowered and turned my head so the glob dripped down into my open mouth.

Unlike the movies, the dog wasn't tied to me. His knot remained outside my body, so when he finished, he dismounted me. David said to the girls, "Tammy, go lick your mother's cunt clean. Jessie, dear, go lick that dog's cock clean; Josie, spit-shine his balls. When you're finished, I am taking you girls out. You four are adequate, but I plan on training you until you are able to make a man cum in seconds."

Somehow, being told that we were 'adequate' - and that we would be trained - was the greatest compliment I could have imagined.

I rolled over onto my back, sprawled, thinking my daughter would kneel between my legs. I was pleasantly surprised when instead she crawled across my body, laying her naked body against mine. Her hot pussy was in my face as I felt her first tentative, mewling licks on my drenched cunt. I decided to show her what to do by licking her pussy. I raised my hands and spread her legs and ass. I lifted my tongue and slid it slowly, roughly along her wet, overheating slit. She moaned into my crack and followed my example. I could hear slurping as she tried to handle the copious load of dog sperm dripping from my abused body.

As I began sucking on Tammy's sweet teen clit, I strained and looked over at Jessie & Josie, who had their tiny hands wrapped around the base of the dog's cock. As the two little ones sucked up and down on his pointed prick, the dog kept leaning over and licking their sweet faces. Then what I saw impressed me: Josie lifted her mouth off the dog and opened it. The dog lapped his tongue inside her open mouth, licking the remnants of sperm from her braces and tongue as Jessie went back to work deep-throating him.

I continued my oral assault on Tammy, slipping 2 fingers inside her tight hole. Despite the tightness, I quickly realized that my fingers were not hitting the barrier I was expecting. Somehow or other, my oldest daughter was no longer a virgin. I suspected the same might hold true for my youngest girls before the day was over.

When I was sure Tammy had climaxed, I rolled away from her. David looked down at the four of us, laying in a sweaty pile on the carpet and said, "Okay, now get dressed in the sluttiest clothes you have. I'm taking you little whores some place special. No underwear."

In less than ten minutes flat, we all returned downstairs for inspection. I had on a sheer white blouse in which my dark areolas were clearly visible without a bra. I also had on a black leather micro-mini that ended a half inch below my exposed bald cunt. I topped the outfit off with thigh high black leather boots. Tammy wore a short red skirt, a thin black halter top and cute little black ankle boots. Baby Jessie & Josie wore matching pairs of ultra tight biker shorts that exposed camel toe along with bikini tops. Not owning any boots or heels that fit, they both wore white sneakers.

We got into David's Lexus, with me in the front passenger seat and the girls in the back. David unzipped his pants and fished out his large cock. He reached over and took hold of the back of my head and pulled it down onto his shaft. We drove, as he chatted with the girls and I gurgled in pleasure.

About a half hour later, we pulled to a stop in a gravel parking lot. He pulled my head off his cock and said, "I'll be right back. You four wait here."

David exited the car and walked towards a large wooden building that I didn't recognize. When David turned the corner around the side of the building, I looked around and saw a street sign that said, simply, Access Road 3492.

Never heard of it. There were about 25 cars in the parking lot, most of them older and a bit banged up. The smooth new Lexus stood out from the crowd.

I turned my head and saw the large handmade sign by the street, which read "Knob Gobbler's GoGo Bar: Adult bookstore, teen maternity, video booths in back".

I may not be a slut -- well, maybe I now am -- but I am certainly not a prude. I have been in a couple adult bookstores and even a couple gentlemen's clubs before ... yet I had never heard of this place.

We were parked behind the building, and to my right was an overflowing dumpster. Behind it was a man leaning against the plank wall. A young woman squatted in front of him, obviously giving him a world-class blow job. It made me chuckle: a little knob-gobbling at the Knob Gobbler. Yup, it still makes me laugh.

I was startled from my amused pondering when David returned and opened the door. He smiled and said, "Okay ladies, the owner of this establishment has something special for us. You should probably think of some appropriate way to thank him. Follow me."

David closed the door and started walking back to the strip club/porn shop. Some nasty thoughts raced across my mind, and I was about to tell the girls that we were leaving when I heard the back doors of the car slam shut. By the time I got out, the girls were already running after David. Shit! I guess we were committed now. I raced after David and the girls, and caught up with them as they rounded the corner of the building.

Believe me when I say that the front of this establishment was no more inviting than the rear. Everything was wooden and old except for the large shiny metal door in front that must have weighed close to a ton. David opened the door and ushered us into a small foyer. On the walls were torn posters. One declared Wednesdays as "Girlscout Night" and another advertised a porn DVD called "Spunk Chuggers 4".

I can only assume the first 3 in the series left too many unanswered questions that a 4th part was inevitable. Along the back wall were two separate hallways. One was marked "Strippers" and one was marked "Porn".

How simple.

Between the front door and the two hallways sat a tarnished desk with a dented cash register. On the back of the register was a faded sticker that read "Property of Woolworth's". Behind the register sat a man who practically walked out of the Grand Book of Porn-Shop Clichés. He was about 5'7, 275 pounds, hadn't shaved in a week, and his hairline had retreated rather than receded. He wore blue jeans and a well-worn t-shirt that read "I fuck on the first date."

The creepy guy smiled when we entered, showing off all 9 of his yellowed teeth. David handed the man some cash, though I couldn't see how much. In return, the man handed David four brown paper grocery bags. He then said, "You take booths 3, 6, 7 and lucky 13."

David told Tammy to follow him, then instructed Jessie, Josie and me to wait. My eldest daughter mutely went down the corridor marked "Porn," holding David's hand, and disappeared around a corner. While we waited, Jessie asked me, "What's going on, Mom?"

I said, "I'm not sure, honey. If you're scared, we can leave."

She looked up at me with those big green eyes, all preteen precociousness, and said, "No, I'm actually kind of excited. This is pretty wild."

I smiled back at her. "Yeah. Yeah it is, sweet-pea."

I looked up and saw the furry man staring at us, flashing us a near-toothless grin. His hand was somewhere in front of himself but below our line of view. His shoulder kept moving up and down in a slow steady rhythm. Josie was watching what the man was doing with rapt fascination; she whispered to me, "Mom, is he ... you know, jerking off his cock?"

I said, "Yeah, I think so."

We must not have been quiet enough because the man heard us. He perked up and said, "Yeah, damn right I'm jerking off. Little girl, you want to come around here and help me finish?"

Josie's face scrunched in disgust. "No way!"

The man's smile fell away and he said, "Fine, have it your way. You, sweet cheeks?"

Jessie blushed, shaking her head no. The man smiled again. "Maybe I'll just save this, then."

David returned alone and then took both Jessie & Josie down the hall. Now I was alone and a little nervous. A dirty old man, short and lanky, entered the shop. He looked at me, sizing me up like a piece of meat, and then asked the clerk, "Bitch going to 13?"

The shop's owner flashed that broken smile again and said, "Yeah, but I think you really want to hit booth 6 today."

The guy had his hand in his pocket, obviously rubbing himself as he walked up to me. He was shorter than me, maybe 5'4", paper thin with a thick billowy head of white hair. He put $20 on the table and said to the clerk as he started down the hall, "Better be worth it, asshole. That was my beer money."

Now I was all alone with the poster boy for the dangers of inbreeding. The rotund cashier suddenly stood up and walked around his table towards me. He walked right up next to me and I swear he sniffed me. Then he dropped his gaze to my large, meaty tits. He reached up a hand and squeezed my left breast lightly through my transparent blouse. His breath stank of cigarettes as he said, "Yeah. Nice. I may have to sample you."

I slapped his hand away and said, "No fucking way, dirtbag!"

His face turned angry. I think he might have slapped me if not for the voice behind us. "Now that isn't any way to speak to our gracious host. You owe Mr. Clarke an apology."

David was back, and once again he returned alone. I lowered my gaze as I said in a defeated tone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Clarke."

He squeezed my tit again, but harder this time. "Don't worry, cunt, I'll find some way for you whores to make it up to me."

A shiver went up my spine.

Wordlessly, Dave led me down the narrow corridor, which opened into a dimly-lit room filled with shelves. On the shelves were boxes of porn. It was like the Mecca of sleaze. On the wall was a poster marking the return of the "Throat Yogurt for Jr. High Cheerleaders" series. While I am not familiar with the series, it must be quite popular to be sporting a "Part 9".

At the back of the room was another hallway. This hall was not lit at all, but for the glow of 4 cigarettes, held by creepy looking men who stared ominously at me as I passed. One man, the old guy from the lobby, had his hand down his pants, visibly stroking himself as I slipped by.

Along the way we passed several doors. Some had red lights glowing above the door while others had green lights and still others glowed yellow. I have no idea what the lights signified, since they obviously weren't street lights. Then I noticed the doors each had a tiny number etched above them. I saw the doors Tammy, Jessie and Josie were behind ... but kept walking as we rounded a corner.

We entered another hall and continued on to door 13. Dave opened the door and led me in. It was dark and small, and chains hung from the ceiling. On the one wall was a rectangular plexiglass window about 6 inches high and 12 inches long. It was about eye level. On the other side was a small hole cut into the wall about 2 1/2 feet from the ground. On either side of the hole was a large brass ring bolted to the wall.

David closed the door to the small booth. On the one wall was a TV monitor. Oddly, just above the hole in the wall was a mirror, twisted slightly to the side and tilted slightly up. David said, "Take off your clothes."

The room smelled of sex. Of sweat and cum. I wanted to ask about my daughters, but all I could think of was Dave fucking me in this dirty little room.

I disrobed, tossing my clothes into a pile in the corner. I only left the heels. Then Dave attached a strange harness around my waist, wrapping around each thighs. He pulled down a chain from the ceiling and attached it to the back of the harness. Then he said, "Lean forward. Put your hands down on that pole, but don't squeeze the buttons." I looked down and saw a red pole that ran along the floor, about 6 inched from the ground. On this horizontal pole were several buttons, about a foot apart, on the back side of the pole. I lightly gripped the pole, careful not to depress the buttons.

Then Dave attached a leather band on each wrist and chained me to the pole.

I admit that I was getting nervous, bent down like this. I noticed that my face was right in front of the hole and the tiny mirror. Dave spread my legs about fourteen inches apart and attached ankle shackles and a bar, which secured me to the floor and locked my feet far apart. Then Dave leaned over me and attached a leather band around my neck. It had two metal rings on each side. He pulled my face up against the wall and clipped me to the brass rings on each side of the hole.

Dave walked around behind me and I heard his pants unzip. "You want this, don't you?"

I gasped a yes. Chuckling, he said, "Oh wait, I forgot to turn on the show."

He put a $50 bill into the machine, and the view-screen sprung to life. It was a split, showing 6 separate high-definition pictures. I should have expected it, but it shocked me none the less. I saw my daughters. Each of the three were in seperate booths, shackled and bent just like me. One shot was of Tammy's face, chained against a hole as a large cock thrust into her mouth violently. The second show was also of her, but a wide shot that showed her bare, prepubescent back end. The other four shots were the same, but with Jessie and Josie; their hot preteen mouths were each wrapped around a massive tool, sucking cum from it, and their identical little wet cunts glistened with need.

Dave spoke, "Now I'm going to fuck you with this thick cock. If you squeeze those buttons, doors will open behind the girls ... allowing strange men in to fuck them both in the cunt and in the ass. It's all on you, whore."

I heard a door open and close. There was a booth next to mine and a man entered. I saw a flicker of light as he put in money and activated the porn video screen. A second later, a thin uncut cock protruded through the open hole. I could see though the mirror that Dave was watching. I really had no choice but to open my mouth and allow the cock in.

I opened my mouth and the man pressed forward. I felt Dave's hands on my hip and the head of his huge cock part the folds of my pussy. I was overcome by lust. I opened my mouth and relaxed my throat so the man beyond the wall could better fuck my face.

As Dave's cock split me slowly, taking total possession of my slick, hot need, I looked into the tiny mirror. I saw the video screens. My daughters were being face fucked. I could see the guy who fucked Tammy's face pull his cock out of her mouth about an inch and fire a blast of thick cum onto her face. She opened her mouth and tried to catch as much as she could but several blasts were dripping from her chin.

Dave was all the way inside me, now. It felt like heaven, like I was being fucked by a horse. He started moving in and out, picking up the pace. I could feel the climax building inside me. I felt my hands tightening around the bar. I quickly caught myself and removed my hands. But when I did, Dave quickly pulled out of my cunt. The sudden withdrawal left a sucking void in my sopping snatch. He said, "No. I told you to keep your hands on the bar with your fingers on the buttons. Otherwise, no cock, whore."

Nearly sobbing with need, I acquiesced and returned my hands to the bar, my fingers to the buttons. When I did, Dave's cock returned to the warm wet confines of my excited pussy. As I adjusted to the return of the enormous fuck meat, the man in my mouth began to cum. He forced himself in as far as he could so he could spray his load right down my throat. I was actually a little disappointed: I found myself wanting to taste it, play with it on my tongue, and savor the flavor.

Fortunately, this would be just the first of many loads I'd be drinking today.

Dave increased the pace -- and that familiar, incredible feeling was returning. Only he could make me cum like this. He was pounding me, harder and faster. Each thrust pushed my face against the dirty glory hole. I could see the man on the other side zip up and leave. He was quickly replaced by another horny man looking to dump his load into my thirsty gullet.

I don't know what was happening to me. That large cock in my cunt, another now in my mouth. I could see the girls in the monitor. I watched as they drank one load after another. I could see the locked doors behind them, standing as the only barrier between them and the most brutal of rape. My fingers were the only thing preventing them from having strange men fucking them in their soft tight cunts and their smooth, virgin assholes.

Naturally, I did what any horny cock whore would do. I watched the monitors, heaving with desire, and squeezed the buttons. I saw the doors behind the girls open. In the first booth, I saw the old dirty man step in and close the door behind himself. He pulled out his old cock and began, in one smooth motion, to rape Tammy's slippery 7th-grade cunt.

In another monitor, I saw the door open as well. The fat furry clerk walked in and closed the door. Jessie's ass quivered next to him, so tiny. He smiled up at the monitor as he unzipped his pants and withdrew a long fat cock. He held it out as if to show me what he was going to be violating my baby daughter with. He spit into his hand and then rubbed it onto the length of his shaft. He walked up behind her, slapped her lily white ass and then pushed his cock inside her.

From the second camera angle, I could see Jessie's eyes open wide as the fat man forced himself inside her almost hairless cunt. He grabbed her hips, pumped 3 or 4 times and then his eyes rolled up into his head. The fat fuck was obviously dumping his load of seed into my nine-year-old daughter's fertile womb. On another screen a large black man was fisting his huge tool as he played with Josie's tiny pussy; she was drooling onto his probing fingers.

"I bet she gets pregnant", said Dave as he continued to fuck me hard. "Hell, I bet all four of you get knocked up."

The thought should have scared me, but I felt myself begin to cum. Then I watched the fat man pull out his thick cock from my little daughter Jessie's battered pussy. He looked back up at the camera and then began to piss all over her bare back and hair. After pulling up his pants, he flipped me the finger and then, still looking at the camera, pushed that finger into her asshole. He swished it around a bit, yanked it back out, and then left the booth with the door open for the next guy.

Dave was fucking me hard and fast; I gripped him as the orgasm tore through me. He then pulled out his cock and walked around me. I had a cock in my mouth, already filling it with spunk. Dave just aimed his cock at the side of my face and fired his massive load right onto the side of my head. It blasted off my cheek and hair, landing on the floor in a messy puddle, dripping from my chin and nose.

I looked up to see a man shoving a large dildo into Tammy's ass. Then he rammed his cock into her cunt. She was a mess, her face covered in cum like a bukakke party guest of honor.

The man who was filling my mouth with the 4th delicious load of the night was finished and gone. I was gasping, using this brief reprieve to catch my breath and come down from the toe-curling orgasms Dave just gave me. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. Dave was gone. Behind me was a large door that connected my booth to the booth on our right. From that booth walked a tall muscular black man. He slapped my ass and said, "Damn, what a fine white bitch. I'm gonna be your farmer, 'cause today I'm planting some seed up in that fuck pot of yours."

He unsheathed a giant black cock and slapped my ass with it. He said, "Damn. Bitch, I'm gonna tear your little shitter up!"

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as the large cock pierced my rectum. It hurt like hell, but I was still trembling from the after shocks of the orgasm, so I welcomed the pain. After 20 or 30 long strokes, he pulled out and sunk his rod into my cunt. It felt amazing!

As I concentrated on the pleasure in my gash, I saw the light flicker in the booth to our left. Someone new had entered the booth. A smelly cock broke through into my booth and I sucked it. It was foul, but I sucked it like a starving whore. Then I heard the voice. It was that fat fuck from the front counter! He said, "You taste that, bitch? I fucked both of your little baby-whore daughters in the cunt and in their ass; your teenage fuck-socket took me up the shitter all the way to the balls. You're licking their sloppy cunt-juice and shit off my dick. But I got another little treat for you."

He pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled it back so only the head stuck through. I looked closely at it to see what he was doing.

The only warning I got was the slit at the end opening a millisecond before the hot acrid piss struck my in the eye, nose and mouth. It tasted like, well ... piss. My face was soaked in seconds. I had nowhere to move. He laughed and said, "Bitch, you just settle in there 'cause you and those three cunt daughters of yours have a long night ahead of you."

The black man behind me laughed, and unceremoniously pulled his thick cock out of him spasming cunt; before I could react, he slipped the enormous member straight back up my barely-loosened shit-pipe.

I was beaten. Humiliated. Defeated. Whatever reserve of pride and self purpose I might have ever had was gone. As I stood there, bent uncomfortably, sperm and piss dripping from my mouth and a large black cock fucking me hard in my tight asshole, the facade of being in control was finally stripped away...sort of like my clothes.

I loved it. I began to cum again.

I looked up to watch the girls as the next cock entered the hole to fuck my tired mouth. I found myself watching the girls with something that could no longer be considered horror, or anxiety. In fact, I was starting to get excited as I watched one man after another use their thin, lithe bodies. Accepting myself as a dirty slut who is just here for the sexual amusement of others has opened my mind and allowed me to watch my daughters with a new sense of lust.

As I watched, I squinted at the screen. The girls were no longer wimpering from the fucking: all three of my daughters seemed to have also accepted their place in the world. Jessie hung, shivering with orgasms; piss ran down her thin and hairless legs as she grunted around the huge cock she was nursing on. Josie wiggled her ass, trying to get herself impaled further on the huge tool spearing into her itty-bitty-bity colon. Tammy was especially loud; she cried, "Fuck me, mister! Fuck me! Thank you, mister, thank you for your cock, sir, thank you -- I'm so glad my mommy let you fuck me, mister!"

They could see me, just like I could see them! As I was considering the implications of this, the large black man behind me grabbed my hips hard, yanking me closer. His balls slapped under my body and he went ridged. I felt his pulsing cock erupt inside me, sending a river of thick white cum into my steaming ass-guts.

The pleasure of all that hot wet cum squirting inside my exposed body sent me spiraling into another orgasm. My knees buckled but the harness held me aloft. The man in my mouth followed suit and filled my mouth with his steamy load of gunk.

As I lay there, hanging from the harness, my body trembling, I heard the black man say, "Damn bitch, yo' ass can't get enough of my big black cock. I'm gonna go make a few calls and get some of my friends over here to taste you and those fine little bitches."

With that, he stepped around to the side of my head, found a dry portion of hair and wiped his dripping cock. Then he slapped his semi-hard cock against the side of my face before putting it away. Another man entered to room to take his place. Then another; some had big cocks, some had small, all of them pounded into me with abandon until cum splashed from my aching, needy cunt.

As the night wore on, Jessie, Josie, Tammy and I were filled in every hole well over 50 times apiece. It didn't help us that they made an announcement over in the strip club portion of the establishment that there were four sexy girls next door waiting to be used as free fuck holes.

Hours passed. As David unhooked me from the harnesses, barely able to stand, my thoughts turned to what the disgusting fat man said earlier. We were probably all pregnant. I suppose I could take us to the doctors for that next-day pill, but how would I explain that a mother and her three daughters -- one a freshman in High School, two not even into forth grade -- all need the pill at the same time? Of course, I could offer to blow the doctor. Hell, I could offer to let my daughters blow him.

Yeah, that might work.

David wrapped a blanket around me and led me out to the car. Effortlessly, as if I weighed no more than a child, he helped me inside onto a sheet of plastic that lay on the seat. The girls were curled in the back, also wrapped in blankets and sitting on plastic. I expected that. What I didn't expect was to see them smiling at me when I looked back at them. I thought they might feel betrayed. Instead, they smiled and began to kiss each other. The three licked dried cum and piss from each other's face.

David said, "You all did very well tonight. I'm not displeased. Another week or so of this and you will be ready for the next level."

Next level?!?! While I was shocked (no, really, I could still be shocked at this point), I was too tired to question it. I needed a bath. No, I needed like 7 consecutive baths. I looked forward to asking my girls to join me.

It was well after 1 am when we entered the house. David gave each girl a long kiss good night, and pulled away from the house. As I locked up the house for the night, I heard the water running upstairs. The girls had gone up to draw a bath. I took off the remnants of my wet, sticky clothes and tossed them into a pile in the middle of the living room floor with those of my daughters. As I padded across the hallway towards the stairs, I paused at the full length mirror by the closet.

God, I looked sexy.

My hair was wet and matted with cum and dripping with piss. My body had a slick shine to it and my eyes seemed to radiate mischievous excitement rather than the exhaustion I was feeling. Seeing myself like this caused no shame. In fact, I liked it.
I turned from the mirror and went up the stairs, following the sounds of light splashing. As I did, I saw a cum-stain on the carpeted steps. "Hmm. I'll have to get the carpet cleaner out of the garage tomorrow", I thought.

What an odd thing to think as I was going upstairs to wash dried cum and urine from the bare bodies of my freshly-fucked daughters. Wasn't I planning on eating out my own teen's soupy twat, while imagining the feel of by little girl's fingers inside my ass? Maybe I wasn't quite as converted as I earlier though. After all, wouldn't a true slut be more focused on sex right now? Maybe I still had more to learn and experience, just as David suggested.

Maybe my travels had only jut begun.

As I reached the top step and turned down the hall, light glowed from the bathroom. I quickened my step, suddenly re-focused on the event at hand. When I got to the door, I looked in to see a pleasant surprise. Sitting on the rim of the large five-person Jacuzzi was Tammy, her legs spread open and her head tilted back. Her mouth was slightly open and her lower lip trembling. The reason for the trembling was my twins, kneeling in the tub, their hands on Tammy's thighs and tongues buried in Tammy's well-used cunt, licking the remnants of our night from their big-sister's sloppy, still-dripping snatch.

I ascended the steps to the Jacuzzi and climbed in, careful not to splash too much. I glided in the water across to Josie and gently kissed my baby daugter's shoulder. I moved her long hair to one side and licked her neck in one long slow stroke as her twin Jessie dived in further to lap at Tammy's gaping, abused asshole. Her skin tasted of sex. Dirty sex. Sperm, urine and sweat tasted like fine caviar on her flesh. I bit gently and she shuddered. I sucked on her neck like a high school lover administering a hickey in the last isle of a crowded movie theater. She let out a slight moan into her older sister's ravaged hole.

Tammy finally climbed down into the hot water. All of our bodies were submerged from our abdomens down. Our upper bodies were above water. I took the large sponge and squirted some soap onto it. I handed the sponge to Tammy. I covered another sponge with soap and gave it to Josie and also got one for myself. I leaned over and began soaping Tammy's large breasts. She moved her long brown hair to the side so I could lather her left shoulder. Tammy began soaping Jessie's tiny chest, making small circles on her hard nipples. Josie softly scrubbed my back; for her part, Jessie used the sponge to lather her bare hands, which she moved to me fleshy tits. She took one in each hand and massaged them tenderly. She leaned up and kissed my cheek. I turned my face to meet her lips with mine. Tammy's free hand wend below the water to Jessie's slim, hairless cunt. When a finger slipped in, I could taste Jessie's moan as Josie's fingers massaged my cunt.

For the next hour, we rubbed and washed each other as we kissed. I was a bit concerned that my daughters might feel betrayed by what I allowed to happen to them tonight. But no, they instead only seemed to want more.

We made our way to the bedroom and the girls pushed me back gently onto the bed. Tammy spread my legs apart and lowered her head to my newly shaven cunt; my daughter had been no virgin when the day began, and she was eager to show off. I felt her hot breath on my slit before her fingers spread apart the folds and her tongue slithered inside. Little Jessie began sucking my right tit and Josie latched onto the right.

By 4 am, we had each been made the center of the sexual attention, being enjoyed and pleasured by the other three. We had each cum several times and we had each professed that we were happy with the night's events. I told the girls what I planned on doing at the doctor's office the following day in order to get a healthy supply of the morning-after pill and all three gleamed with anticipation.

Then we drew up the large blanket and fell asleep in a pile of arms and legs.

The next day, we awoke around noon. It was Saturday and the doctor's office was only open till 2, so we had to hurry. Reluctantly, the girls got up and got dressed. I told them to dress provocatively, in the most risque and exposing clothing they could. I dressed conservatively in a formal pants-suit, tying my hair back into a bun and donning a pair of thick glasses. I decided to portray myself as the concerned mother with a trio of out-of-control, rebellious daughters.

So off we went; we made good time, even stopping for ice-cream.

When we arrived at the office, there was only one man in the lobby. He was a large, burly fellow with hands like baseball mitts. This wasn't a traditional doctor's office, but rather a clinic of sorts -- it was the place I had come to get the huge quantities of Viagra that Mike had needed in order to impregnate me with Jessie & Josie in the first place. Sort of a family planning center meets a sexual dysfunction clinic. It was cheap and private and people here didn't ask too many questions.

As I filled out the forms at the counter, my daughters were teasing the man. He stared at them as all three spread their legs and licked their ice cream, revealing that they were not wearing panties under their skirts. Then the two twin girls kissed in front of him; Tammy hiked up her skirt and used both hands to massage her drooling pussy. I could tell by the growing bulge in his pants that he wanted to see more. Tammy whispered something in Josie's ear; the little one giggled and began to try to ease her whole fist up her teen sister's bare, slippery cunt.

As I walked back to the girls, I saw him snap his eyes away so as not to get busted by their mother. I sat next to the girls and started talking to the man. "I'm terribly sorry if my girls are bothering you. They can be such a handful lately."

The man mumbled something about it being fine. As they continued to kiss right next to me, their pussies exposed, I said to the man in a matter-of-fact way, "It's the television and that music they listen to. It's all too sexually charged. Now kids today think it's a badge of honor to be having sex by eight years of age; to be fucking grown men by the time they're ten."

The man sort of nodded as his eyes drifted back to the girls. I continued, "Now, I simply don't know what to do with them. I knew they were going to parties and having sex, but that's to be expected. Just last night, however, I found out the three of them were going to some strip club and porno shop just off of River Street. Apparently they go there and, well ... do things to strange men through holes in the booths. It's frankly disgusting."

The man's eyes shot back to me as if he was just now processing the words that were coming from my dirty lips. "What?"

I repeated, "There is some sort of a strip club that's also a porn shop off of River Street on the East Side, it seems. The girls have been going there and doing all manner of things with strange men every night. They call these things gloryholes, I believe. Anyway, I'm concerned. Since I can't seem to stop them from going there every night, I figured I should at least get them on the pill or something. I'm too old to start raising another baby."

The man's jeans had a noticeable tent now. When the receptionist called his name, he stood up and said, "No, um, you know what? I think I'm okay now. I think my E.D. is all cleared up. Tell the doc thanks."

Then he hurried out of the waiting room, but now before stealing one last glance at the girls. Some how I thought we might be seeing him again real soon.

Dr. Jim, as he refers to himself, looked oily. His hair was a tad too long, his nails not well manicured. He smelled of too much aftershave, something from the Aqua Velva Line or perhaps the Old Spice Collection. It was hard too tell because the man was wearing so much of it that my olfactory senses shut down in self defense after 3 minutes.

Dr. Jim was thin and wiry. He wore blue jeans and Nikes under his long white coat. Well, off-white. Maybe closer to eggshell. On his wall were small plaques proclaiming his a graduate of some on-line university. No, seriously, the guy went to med school on the Internet. I wasn't surprised, though. The rumors were that Dr. Jim was a very special kind of doctor. He had his clinic set up here on the outskirts of town because it was close to the main highway that leads into the city. Rumors, being what they are, had Dr. Jim pegged as a doctor who does a lot of work under the table. If a thug gets shot during an attempted robbery or drug deal, they come to good ol' Dr. Jim. Jimbo patches them up without filing any reports with the police which would be standard at any hospital treating a gunshot wound. Best of all, his special clients pay in cash. No taxes.

Dr. Jim ushered us over to some chairs. They were a bit frayed and Tammy's chair sort of tilted to the left, but we didn't complain. He flashed a phony smile and asked what he could do for us today. He made eye contact with me, but when he glanced at the girls, his eyes drifted lower for a second. Good.

"Well, Doctor," I began, I am having some concerns about my daughters. They have been simply uncontrollable lately."

The doctor gave me the concerned look as I explained that the girls were very involved in sex and that I recently caught them at the Knob Gobbler, sucking off older men through gloryholes. I told him that I was concerned about pregnancy. I then said, "You see, Doctor, I am worried because the girls seem addicted to sex. Any older man can get into their pants only by asking. They are like crazed junkies just looking for their next fix. That's why I want them on the pill and why I would like a supply of the morning after pill. I just know they won't stop."

The "doctor" nodded and resisted the urge to fix the growing shortness of space in his trousers. He then said, "Mrs. Hunt, may I speak with the girls alone for a few minutes? Before I can administer any prescriptions, I need to first interview them. I'm just afraid they might not speak as openly with me if you are in the room."

"Of course," I said, nodding and leaving the room. "Please, make sure they're VERY open."

When I was gone, I'm told that the doctor locked the door and turned to the girls. He said, "Is what your mother said true? Are you little ladies obsessed with sex?"

My twin girls smiled and turned to each other, sharing a kiss as they caressed the other's breasts; Tammy groped Josie's ass nibbling on the 9-year-old's neck. Within the space of moment, all three girls had stripped one another and both of my twins had hands massaging pussy-flesh.

Their kiss was cut short by the sound of a zipper lowering. "Excellent, girls. Now why don't you get your skinny little asses over here and suck my dick."

Tammy crawled over, taking the doctor's long cock in her hands and mouth as Josie followed, trying to get her youthful tongue by her big sister's asshole. Jessie squeezed in from an angle on her knees, cupping his balls and licking at the side of his shaft. For minutes, the girls passed the hard cock back and forth like dope at a frat party; openly masturbating each other. Finally, a blast of hot cum shot Jessie in the mouth, firing straight down her throat. His next blast he angled into Tammy's mouth. After another 3 minor blasts, he shuddered and Tammy licked the last drop from the head of his shaft. Josie then lathed onto his cock like a hungry kitten, sucking until he pissed down her preteen gullet.

As the girls fell to the ground and began to writhe in an orgy, the doctor put his cock away and pulled out his prescription pad. He leaned over the phone on the desk and hit a button. "Susan, please send back Mrs. Hunt. I've finished with her daughters."

I entered just as they three were in a steaming pile of naked flesh, fingering and lick at one another. "You see, doctor? They're insatiable sluts."

"I do," he said. "Quite enthusiastic. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that I can't give any of these girls the morning-after pill. They're too young. I can, however, see to it that their pregnancies go well. I can prescribe some ointments and pills to make sure everything runs smoothly."

"Well, doctor, I suppose that's all I can ask. You know, it occurs to me that all three of them have been having a lot of anal sex; did you check to make sure that they're safe to do so?"

"I wouldn't worry, Mrs. Hunt. The assholes of young girls like this are surprisingly resilient. Watch: I could fuck either of your youngest daughters in the ass right now and she would barely feel it."

"Really, doctor? Oh, that's a load off my mind. Here please -- would you show me? Here, let me get your cock hard."

---

When we returned from the doctor's office, there were two messages on the machine. The girls were giddy, running to their respective rooms while I played the messages. The first was from Mike. The trip was going well. He was settled in and getting ready to go out with a few clients to a bar. He said he missed me and the kids and for a brief moment a pang of guilt swept across me like a soft breeze.

The second message made me forget the guilt. It was David. His deep voice said, "Good morning, my little sluts. I trust you each slept well last night. I will be around tonight at 7 to pick the four of you up. We will be returning to the Knob Gobbler tonight. I want to see how you each acts without the aid of restraints or direction. By the way, I have your digital camera. I will return it tonight. Dress appropriately slutty."

CLICK.

I had forgotten he asked me for the camera before he had me act as the dog's play thing.

After I deleted the messages, I turned to see the dog sitting there on the kitchen floor, his head bent down, licking his protruding pink cock. It was odd. There was no domineering man telling me how to act or feel, and yet there I was staring at the dog's cock. I listened for the girls, who were upstairs. It was odd that I was suddenly shy about being caught, but somehow I was embarrassed to be about to do this without the excuse that I am being forced ... though "forced" may not be the right word.

Slowly, I got to my knees and crawled across the floor to the dog. He looked up and made eye contact. The dog burped. Jesus Christ! Are all males the same? I came close and leaned my head into his lap. I stuck out my tongue and licked the pointed tip of his cock. For some reason, the thought of licking his spit from his filthy dog cock just excited me more. Maybe I was the dirty whore I was beginning to suspect I was.

When the girls entered the room, I didn't hear them. I was too busy sucking the dog's cock in long, smooth strokes. The only sound I heard was a muffled wimper from the dog as he obviously preferred to have me sucking his cock than taking on that responsibility himself. So I didn't hear the girls as they walked in and saw me. Nor did I hear them undress.

The first indication I had that the girls were in the room was when I felt their hands caress my body through my clothes. I glanced back and smiled at them as they began undressing me. For the record, being undressed by others -- especially out of a conservative pantsuit, is not nearly as sexy as it sounds. Instead, there was fumbling and pulling and laughing. Lots of laughing.

When I was finally naked, with the exception of one sock on my left foot, the girls got down on their knees with me. All three put their heads next to mine so we could all take turns sucking the dog's cock. The taste wasn't bad. It was a bit tangy and sort of citrus-like. Then little Jessie said, "Mom, I want him to fuck me."

At first I didn't know how to respond. My preteen daughter telling me she wants to be fucked by the family dog was making me both nervous and horny as hell. Horny won out, as usual.

We all stood up and walked into the living room with the dog following us excitedly. Tammy sprawled out on a sofa, playing with her nipples and sliding a hand across her cunt, as Josie & I helped Jessie to lay across the ottoman -- and before I could call him, the dog jumped up on her back. His cock stabbed around her ass cheeks, unable to hit the mark. I reached in and took hold of his member and guided it into my daughter's overheating snatch while her twin sister sucked at the tiny, protruding clit.

The dog lurched forward and grunted as he entered my baby daughter's recently virgin cunt. Jessie's eyes grew like saucers as she felt the full girth of the beast inside her tightness. I backed away and let the dog make my daughter his bitch. From my angle, I could see the ball of the dog's knot swelling. He lunged forward and it sank inside again before growing to it's full size. The dog's motion slowed to a random thrust, reminding me of the final seconds of popcorn in the microwave.

"Oh, wow. I'm SO next," said Josie, her hand enmeshed in her drooling, immature cunt, watching her twin sister take a brutal, bestial rape.

As we watched, Tammy slipped her finger down to her soft pussy, stroking her swollen clit. After our special bath the night before, we were now all well shaven. It provided me with a great view of her middle and ring fingers slipping inside her. She saw me watching and our eyes locked. She pulled out her fingers and licked them. Then she mouthed the words "I love you."

That's when I noticed my own hand was busy rubbing my own cunt.

She and I stared at each other as we masturbated. When he dog was finally finished dumping his slimy, watery load of animal spunk into Jessie's pussy, each of us had had at least two orgasms. Midnight climbed off the little girl but was now standing ass to ass as his knot kept them tied together. Tammy and I both crawled over to her and began kissing her lips in turn, while Josie massaged at the obscene intersection of hot interspecies flesh.

After a while, there was a clapping behind us, coming from the main hall. We all turned in unison to see David. "And to thingk, I was originally irked when you didn't answer the door right away. It's nice to see you sluts were using your time wisely. When the dog pulls out, lick her cunt clean and get dressed. We're going back to the Knob Gobbler. You four were quite the hit last night and we don't want to disappoint your new fans."

David left the room as the girls gathered themselves. Jessie was sweaty and panting like the bitch she now felt like; Josie couldn't keep her mouth of her sister's pussy. I helped get the girls dressed while David was busy in my husband's office. When I came in, he was on our computer and had our digital camera plugged into the computer. He turned off the monitor and said, "I just sent your asshole husband some fun pictures of his lonely wife."

My eyes grew as he smiled and continued. "Actually", he said, "I sent him pictures of his slut wife and whore daughters in various acts of sexual misconduct. He'll be home in 11 days and we have a lot of work to do to get ready."

Then as he stood up, I saw him disconnect a portable flash drive from the CPU and slip it into his pants pocket.

He took me and the girls back to the 'Gobbler every night for the next 10 days. We were used at the gloryholes, forced to dance in the strip club, and led around the porn-store on leashes to service the customers while they browsed.

Connie, Richard's adorable young fiancee, arrived several times to join our fun -- she entertained herself, primarily, by fucking each of us with a strap-on, as did a number of the other dancers at the club. Josie fell in love with one particular girl, a redheaded teenager named Ellie, who let the little girl lick her dirty asshole whenever one of the client came in it. Tammy, meanwhile, talked the owner into letting her get her nipples and clit pierced, and a tattoo of the words SLUT CUNT above her pussy. Jessie mostly stayed in the bathroo, chained on her knees to the toilet.

Occasionally, the four of us were put in a small room behind a one-way glass wall where we sluts pleasured each other along with three or more large, horny dogs. The glass wall went from the ceiling to about 4 feet from the floor. Below the glass were 12 gloryholes so we could suck a little cock and drink some spunk or piss while we played with the dogs. The only time we could see anything beyond the mirrored wall was when camera flashes momentarily lit up the dark room behind the glass. In those brief flashes, it was easy to tell the small room was filled with horny men -- and plenty of women -- with cameras and video cameras.

Every night, I knew our performance would be all over the Internet by the time we got home.

And that was how we spent the next 10 days. Then the day before Mike returned, David called and said he had very different plans for us for Mike's return. He said, "You whores did very well. I bet I could leave you alone on a street in a busy city and you would each be begging strangers to fill your wholes with cum in minutes. You are finally ready to show your husband what you truly are, Jessica. And maybe we'll see what he truly is, as well."

My husband's flight was due in 6 pm, meaning he would be home around 8. He left his car at the airport, so I didn't have to worry about picking him up. I could concentrate on helping get ready for the evening.

The girls and I were dressed to impress, slipped into the sluttiest lingerie that the Knob Gobbler sold: me in a tight devil-red corset and thigh-high boots, Tammy in crotchless white leather to show off her rings and tattoos, and the babies -- Jessie & Josie -- each in a tiny cheerleader uniform without parties.

David arrived at 6 sharp and had a large dark leather bag that was obviously heavy. There was a metal-on-metal rustling when he put the bag down. Then he went back to his truck and returned with something very strange on the back of a dolly. I'll try to explain what it was as best as I can: there was a large iron plate about 24 inches by 24 inches. The plate was a full 3/4 inch thick. In the center was a steel pipe sticking straight up. The pipe was 6 inches in diameter and welded in place. It rose about 4 feet. There were several 3 inch metal rings welded to the pipe along the sides. David reached into the bag and pulled out strings of chains, which he then attached to the rings on the pole.

Over the next hour, five other men showed up -- and Connie. She looked exquisite in a long, sparkling green evening gown than barely concealed her massive strap-on. With a smile, she sat on a leather sofa and allowed my twin daughters to begin licking at her toes, sparing me not a glance.

I was surprised, as the men arrived, to discover that I actually recognized every face. The first man was that fat fuck from the Knob Gobbler. He leered as he entered the room as he unzipped his pants without saying hello. Tammy dropped to her knees and began sucking his swollen cock. David looked the man in the eye and said, "Not yet."

The man reluctantly withdrew his cock from my slut daughter's hungry mouth. She wimpered at the loss of fuck stick.

The next in the door was Detective John Markinson. He was a local cop who recently made detective when he uncovered a large drug operation being run out of the local middle school. The principal was very helpful and together they took down an operation that the feds have been trying to track down for a year.

The next man in the door was William Tuft, the principal of Jessie & Josie's middle school. Yes, the same one that helped with the drug bust. What most people don't know is that there was also an underage porn operation running at the school. Tuft helped bust the drugs but they kept the kiddie porn ring in place. Tuft was at the Knob Gobbler that first night just by coincidence. When he realized he was getting to fuck two of his hottest students for free, he called Detective Markinson. They both stopped by at the porn shop every night during our training. David noticed them and recognized them from the newspaper clipping. He approached them and worked this out.

Next in the door was actually a big surprise. It was Dr. Brandon Hong. He was a doctor at the local hospital. He attended to Tammy when she fell and broke her arm at cheerleader practice last summer. I would later discover that Dr. Hong was a customer of Tuft's kiddie porn company.

Last in the door was Tom Blake, the cranky old guy who owns the kennel at the end of town. That's where we keep Midnight when we go away on vacation. The man was short, burly and had a squint that would put Popeye to shame. He lit a cigar and looked me and the girls up and down before asking, "These the whores?"

David nodded and said, "Yes, now bring in the dogs."

As Tom brought in the dogs, David affixed a large and funky-looking chair to the pole. It was a strange fold-out lawn-chair, almost, that locked into position and was tilted back slightly. It had wrist and ankle restraints. My attention then turned to the dogs being brought in. They were all in large plastic crates that were big enough to hold a full grown adult. I could see one of the dogs was a great dane. Oh fuck, this was going to be a fun night!

David set up several video cameras and a web cam, attacked to a laptop computer that he brought with him. He set us several large lights as well. There was also my digital camera sitting on a tripod. David saw me looking at the cameras and smiled, "Now, don't tell me you sluts are camera shy."

I gasped, "Not at all. I want the whole world to see what cock whores we are."

My twin daughters, who were now kissing each other on the couch and fighting over Connie's toes, stopped just long enough to agree; Tammy was too hypnitized by the dogs to even respond.

David logged onto his computer and the light above the webcam began blinking red. He looked at his watch and said, "It looks like it's time to invite our other guests. I want everything ready to go when the guest of honor arrives."

The twins stopped kissing, easing Connies' feet back to the leather couch, and crawled across the floor to the large dog cages. They stared with a mix between lust and fear, though probably more lust. Tom stroked his ratty white beard and then said to Jessie, "These dogs are gonna split those pretty little cunts of yours wide open. When they're through, you bitches won't walk for a week."

By the look in her eye, I think Jessie may have has a minor orgasm at those nasty words ... and who can blame her, after a promise like that?

That's when Mike's car turned up the driveway. He looked agitated as he saw all the cars in the circular driveway. No -- he looked pissed off. David leaned to my ear and asked, "Hmmm, I wonder if Mikey liked the pictures I e-mailed him of his slut wife and whore daughters at the neighborhood gloryhole?"

The police detective took up position beside the door and Dr. Hong took out a syringe. The doorknob turned and Mike burst through the door with a look of rage. His rage turned to shock when he saw David. Then that shock turned to something else as the cop tackled him and the good doctor injected him. As he looked up at me with a look that was questioning, I blew him a kiss. Then his head dropped to the carpet.

----

Time passed.

It was almost comical when Michael opened his eyes. His eyes went wide and his face went from pale yellow to crimson red to a sickly white in about 4 seconds.

It could have been any number of things that had him agitated. It could have been that he was jumped as he entered his own home and stuck with a needle. It could be that there were several strange men, one strange woman, and several large dogs in his house. It may have been that his wife and daughters were all but naked, kneeling on the floor, being fucked in front of him by some of those large dogs. It may have been that he was tied to a strange wedge-shaped chair that was narrow in the back and wide in the front, his legs spread and tied to the legs of the chair.

Of course, it may have been that he was naked. I can see how that might freak a person out.

Or it may have been that he had a thick leather strap around his forehead, holding his head up and back against the metal post behind him. It may have been the metal O-ring in his mouth, locking his jaw open wide like at the dentist. No, those things may have bothered him, but what I think really freaked him out were the two dogs standing in front of him, licking gobs of peanut butter from his cock and balls. Well, either that of the fact that our daughter's principal was standing on the chair with his cock slipped inside the O-ring, fucking my husband's mouth.

Yeah, that may have been it.

My husband gagged as the principal forced his cock deep down his throat. I wondered if my husband could taste my recently-fucked asshole on the guy's cock. While we wanted to wait for Mike to wake up before starting the fun, he was out for well over an hour and ... well, guys will be guys.

David's voice seemed to shock Mike out of his nightmare, "Hello Mike. We've been waiting for you. Mike Hunt. Seriously? Your parents named you Mike Hunt? I doubt there is anything I can do to you that is more evil than that, not that I'm not up to the challenge."

David nodded and everyone stepped away from Mike. Mike mumbled something through the O-ring in his mouth, but it came out like what you would image it to sound like if Helen Keller was begging not to be anally raped. Just lots of funny sounds.

The two dogs were still licking his cock ... which, despite his unpleasant situation, was rock hard. David eyed it and said, "Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself, at least. Let me explain the situation to you. You have been a very bad man. You have embezzled over $500 thousand dollars from your company."

Mike's terrified eyes shone with confusion.

David continued. "Don't deny it. I’ve seen the computer files; the fiancee of your predecessor -- Connie, here -- will testify to it in court. So unless you want to spend the rest of your life in jail, being the cell block bitch, you will do everything I say. Your wife and your daughters are whores. My whores. They are mine to do with as I please. You may not ever fuck any of them without my permission. If I send someone to your house to fuck them, you will assist them in any way they demand. If they ask you to prepare their cocks with your mouth to impregnate your teenage daughter, you will suck them hard and jerk them of into her cunt. If they ask you to hold one of your little whore daughters down while 25 men gang rape her, you do as you're told with a smile on your face. If they tell you to lick their cum from your wife's dirty ass, you better get yourself a bib and beg them to cum in your ass, too. And if you comply, you will not go to jail. On top of that, you may have a little fun as well. Do we understand each other?"

Mike looked beaten. His head was down and he nodded slowly. The dog's continued to lick his cock even though there were now only traces of peanut butter left. David said, "Excellent. And to reward you for your acceptance of the inevitable, Jessie & Josie will assist the dogs."

Hearing their names, the tiny forth-graders stopped sucking the cock of the large mastiff and slithered over to their father on her hands and knees. Josie stuck her face between the heads of the two dogs and stretched out her tongue for her father's cock, while Jessie began tonging at her father's asshole.

Mike looked down and saw a twisted sight. His two youngest daughters competed with dogs to lick and suck his cock, which hadn't been this hard in years. As he watched, he saw his daughter's tongue brush against the those of the dogs. This was the most erotic sight Mike had ever beheld. He tried not to stare, knowing that if he did, he would cum too quickly. He looked up, but what he saw didn't help his cause. On the far side of the room, I was on my back on the foot stool. A Dalmatian was between my legs, fucking me missionary style while two man stood by my head. My neck was bent back, my head hanging upside down. The two men were taking turns fucking my face upside down. It was the cop and the old man who smelled like garbage and feet. Next to me was Tammy: he was on her hands and knees, sucking the nutsack of the man who owns the porn shop while being fucked in the ass by Connie's long strap-on dong. Her face was dripping with dog sperm. The man who owns the dog kennel slid a dog bowl in front of her face and then preceded to piss in it. He said, "Time to feed the bitches."

The look of Mike's eyes told me he was going to be cumming in a minute. I was wrong. He came in 12 seconds.

Mike grunted and thrust his hips as much as his restrains would allow. David walked over and pushed Josie's face further down on her daddy's cock. She gagged for a second as he began flooding her throat with his hot cum; Jessie's tongue wormed up his ass and licked at his colon. As cum dripped from between the little 4th-grader's lips, the dogs licked hungrily at the excess. That's when I heard the cuffs unclick. Mike was in a daze and it took him a few seconds to recover and realize he was no longer restrained.

David stood before him and held out a small flash drive. He said, "Mike, right here is everything I have on you. On this flash drive are incriminating documents, financial records -- and, of course, photos of your whore wife and her slut daughters sucking and fucking every cock in town. Right now you have a choice. I want you to crawl across the floor to your bitch wife. So far tonight, 3 men and 4 dogs have dumped their spunk inside her stretched fuck hole. Crawl over there and lick the cum from her twat. Or ... stand up and take this flash drive from me. You can end this by ripping this little stick from my hand. No one else in the room will interfere."

There was a look of concern on everyone's face as Mike glared at David. Would he do it? Would he man up and challenge David for the ownership of this family? No. Mike could not hold David's glare. His eyes shifted away and he sank slowly to his knees. As he crawled across the cum and piss stained floor, I think I saw a glint of satisfaction on Mike's face. Maybe this is what he has been wanting all his life. Maybe he needed to be treated like the bitch he is.

David slipped the flash drive into his pocket and said, "Excellent. I knew you would subject. Let me explain how this will work. Your wife and daughters are mine. They will suck, lick and fuck anyone -- or any thing -- I say. They answer to me. You answer to them. You are their little bitch, just as they are mine."

As David explained, Mike began slurping as my just-fucked cunt. He lapped the dog and human cum with a voracious appetite. For the first time, Mike looked truly happy. Oddly, I was happy for him. I was also happy for myself and my girls. I think we each found our place in the world.

The End

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CHALLENGE FOR THE COMMON FOLK

(MFf+ ped inc bond non-con beast ws preg snuff extreme)
- a Phil Phantom/Madame Zulu tribute/mash-up/edit by Nicholas Fellheimer:

I knew full and well -- from the very moment I accepted the invitation -- that when I brought my family to the Woodward Estate for a weekend pool party, my pretty twelve-year-old daughter Kaitlyn would be the focal point.

Hell, I knew that little Kaitlyn was the point of the party.

Kaitlyn is the rarest kind of beauty: an unspoiled and angel-faced little dove, the kind of cute & coltish white-trash tomboy who has been turning heads with her bright green eyes, shy smile, button nose, adorable dimples and long red pigtails since she was still in diapers. Now that her smooth, stunning body is growing into the tight curves and heaving, perky bounty of a very generous puberty, watching her walk down the street in hip-hugging short-shorts and a too-tight wife-beater is enough to get most men -- and plenty of women -- openly drooling.

Just leaning and playing with her hair, my curvy, petite preteen goddess of a daughter gets cocks standing at attention; when she bends over in bikini bottoms and one coral-pink lip of her smooth, hairless peach slips out, I’ve seen men nearly fall over. The loud wolf-whistles and lewd remarks that get my exquisite baby girl blushing aren’t just from our fellow trailer-trash: she makes police officers, big-city bankers and priests start seriously contemplating rape when she takes a stroll.

Darling young Kaitlyn looks even better than I did at her age, and that’s high praise indeed: I’ve been a paying the bills stripping -- and part-time hooking -- since I was 14. I’m told that I look like a twenty-something Christina Hendricks, and I get plenty of attention from men of all ages. I’ve got more than a dozen regular lovers, including a well-hung 17 year-old from across the road, his cocky father and a pair of local bartenders; I haven’t paid for an oil change, a plumbing repair, a speeding ticket, a beer or a pizza in years.

My two littlest girls, adorable 8-year-old twins (Roxi & Randi), get even more attention than me: they’re both dead-ringers for a red-headed Dakota Fanning from ‘Sweet Home Alabama,’ and have the cute, rambunctious charm of baby beauty-pageant queens. Keeping a cock out of either of them is damn near impossible, and I’ve got men lined around the block to babysit for them. They’re both irrepressible three-hole whores for their older brothers -- Mike, 15; Joe, 16; Nick, 17 -- those charming and devilish motherfuckers.

But my gorgeous doll of a daughter Kaitlyn is truly in a league of her own. She’s got an ass that could make a grown man weep, curves like a classic Chevy and a face that belongs on the glossy cover of a glamour magazine -- or the big screen. Yes, my petite, preteen goddess finally got the attention of the rich and famous, it seems ... and then I did, too.

Shortly thereafter, both of us got challenged. Her three horny older brothers weren’t challenged, and neither were her twin baby sisters, but the whole damn family was invited along to observe us. The message from the high-&-mighty Woodwards was simple: the pool-party was an opportunity for real social advancement. Kaitlyn would be challenged. I would be challenged. The family would be watched.

And the wealthy folks hosting the event would be delighted to reward any of us cute little white-trash girls who impressed them. Exactly what this ‘challenge’ would be, of course, wasn't made explicit ... but it was understood to be sexual. The well-to-do guests were sexual like-minds: rich and jaded, cruel and powerful, deeply into everything kinky.

The first incentive -- just to go the full weekend -- was ten grand. Ten-thousand fucking dollars, just to spend Saturday noon until Monday noon, forty-eight hours, lounging by the fucking pool.

I was focused on that ten grand. That would solve so many goddamn problems. Kaitlyn knew -- fuck, the whole family knew -- how badly we needed even one grand; ten would be so nice. We would be set. Not rich, maybe, but SET.

If we impressed them enough, this was only the beginning.

We had to give this sexual challenge very serious thought; we had to try to imagine kinky, too-scary things that would cause us to fail. The whole family needed to sit in on this family meeting: if nothing else, my three horny boys and my two baby-slut daughters could think up kinky things that rich, sick fuckers would like.

Assumption was, this challenge would involve plenty of things that rich, sick fuckers like.

We got the meeting underway in the living room, all my kids assembled on the couch half-naked, and I was pleased to discover that we were all on the same page: the whole family assumed that Kaitlyn was going to get fucked, and fucked hard. It wouldn’t be her first time, I learned. My oldest daughter had sucked quite a few dicks -- including her brothers and most of my guys -- but the last boyfriend had gotten everything ... then went after another virgin girl's everything, and was now doing his best to impregnate another, along with her mom.

I assumed as much, but the boys and my daughters saw her do it all -- bound, fucked hard in the ass, raped in the mouth, suffering plenty of cum-shots in a fertile little pussy, and then hosed down in piss -- with the very rich and very handsome Jeffrey Woodward, the very son of the man who came to me with a mother/daughter sexual challenge.

Richard Woodward, well-hung multi-millionaire owner of Woodward Architecture and Woodward Pharmaceuticals, fucked me right after the challenge was laid down; his son fucked me in the ass while Richard pissed down my throat and wrote me a check for $100 just to cover my time.

They did me right in the middle of Walmart, middle of the afternoon.

Jeffry wiped his sloppy dick on my cheek after his dad zipped up, and they left me in a well-fucked puddle of cum, piss and torn clothes on the tile floor ... right next to a great number of local bargain shoppers who were pretending not to watch. A lot of it got filmed on iPhones and posted online. The best one was called “cleanup needed, aisle 8.”

We had four days to get ready for ‘The Challenge”.

Before the pool party got underway, I needed to know everything my little Kaitlyn had experience in. She -- and the rest of the family -- desperately wanted to know everything I had experience in; cocks were getting hard as I explained the terms of the challenge, and my daughters were squirming on thick fingers.

I did have a wide, raunchy range of sexual experience, and I was up for something sexually wild. Pretty much anything, to be honest, and not just for the money: I have a hungry cunt that needs a good raping from a strong man, on occasion, and to be used as a helpless fuck-toy by a crowd. I could sure use a lot more of Jeffrey and his father, for instance ... and their big black driver looks like he knew how to put a deep fucking on a little white bitch.

Letting my fingers slide to my crotch, I realized that I could barely remember the last time I had been fucked so hard I couldn’t walk. I remembered the first time, though: I was 8, and still had “Property of Alpha Phi Alpha” tattooed above my pussy to prove it.

I knew I could handle most anything. I doubted Kaitlyn could ... yet.

But she was acting like she could -- and she stated it wasn't just the money motivating her, either.

“Mom, I’m so fucking horny. I can do this. I don’t mind the guys, knowing either -- I got off when they saw what I did with Jeff. I want Roxi and Randi there. I want them to see me earn money; I want them to see what a whore I am. I can take cocks, Mom -- lots of them! -- and they all know it.”

I frowned. “Are you sure you can do this, honey? I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”

“Here,” she pouted. “Let’s just all take off all of our clothes for the meeting. I need to cum so bad, Mom, seriously. Let me take off my clothes, and you can tell me what all those men are going to do to me.”

By this point, my ravishing preteen daughter was openly masturbating with her right hand; her left hand was eagerly stroking the cock of her big brother Mike, who had baby Roxi thrashing on his thick fingers.

The meeting was a complete success.

We had three days of fucking around -- with me telling my stories, all three brothers using her every way they could think of, and the twins acting as fluffers, piss providers, and cleanup crew -- all giving Kaitlyn as much experience as we could. All seven of us shared my big bed: a three-day family orgy. My sexy little daughter and I became passionate lovers who could not get enough of each other; I taught her to French-kiss my asshole as her she took a thick cock in each of her nether holes, making the little bitch cry as we got her all-but-water-tight.

She ached for more.

She was almost ready.

She needed one very last thing: discipline.

I knew the subject well -- both giving and receiving -- so the last day was spent working on finding out how much pain she could take. It turned out that Kaitlyn, like me, could take it.

Really take it.

If chocking, slapping, spanking or harsh, brutal belting was the kink -- and I had reason to believe it was -- we would have no problem. I was very encouraged by what my girl could take ... and what my other children could dish out.

We had a lot of fun belt-whipping Kaitlyn; I had to go out and buy the right belts, of course. The boys and I took the last of our money, dressed in our very best, and went shopping. We left Kaitlyn tied to the bed to do it, while her little sisters each practiced fisting her.

The best belts, of course, are wide and soft: made of very pliable leather that can't cut even the most delicate tender flesh. Those motherfuckers float like a butterfly, sting like a bitch, especially when those ends get soggy from a drenched and slobbery cunt. That does make for a real bee sting: bumble-bee in the pink of pussy.

Half the fun, once we got back, was putting little Kaitlyn in lewd poses, which she had to hold while being whipped: ass, back of the legs, hip, everywhere. I allowed no pussy strikes -- at first -- but I did allow inner thighs and tit hits. We hurt her pretty bad, leaving her covered from the tops of her knees to her collarbone with thin red lashes.

And there were some, of course, that did strike her pussy, which got a yowl or two. I didn’t make a big issue out of it, so there were eventually quite a few more than accident allows for. I, personally, hit her between the legs three times that weren't accidents: just too damn tempting.

Sometimes you just had to haul off and nail that gaping cunt good.

We were giving her hell: not showing her much in the way of mercy, nor giving her much of a break. My boys had strong arms, and Kaitlyn’s wicked little sisters were very energetic. Even when we took breaks, she didn't get much of one; those dirty big brothers and their naughty sisters wouldn't stop hurting Kaitlyn’s little pussy in other cruel ways. They were endlessly inventive: snapping at her clit with rubber bands, sticking needles through her labia and her nipples, spanking her bare bottom until she bled, drawing on her with razors and stuffing things inside her.

She got fucked in the ass with a baseball bat, even.

I punished her -- pushed her -- as hard as I dared, trying to force her to her limit, and just the time we devoted to that was punishing as hell. In all, over eleven hours with no real breaks: just little breathers in the beatings to do semi-safe sexual torture.

Kaitlyn was more than a trooper about it: she was addicted. She was cumming as we abused her, begging for more, wanting to see what she could take.

By the end, I knew she could do it.

My pretty preteen goddess ended up with a very punished pussy: one we were hoping wouldn't look too punished by noon the next day. When we all crawled into bed together, exhausted and cuddling, we had fourteen hours for the swelling to go down, the marks to fade and the redness to go away.

Then again, the Woodwards couldn't blame us for preparing, and there was no demand she be any kind of unblemished virgin. They wanted young and gorgeous; she was still that, as pretty as any girl you ever saw, only not a bit shy and a lot tougher than she looked.

She very much impressed me.

We went off to this challenge feeling optimistic; hell, we were downright giddy. The whole family felt ready for whatever they threw at us. We looked great, we felt great, and none of us could think of a single thing we couldn’t see, enjoy ... and TOP.

Hell, as the limo pulled up into our trailer park and we all climbed in, we joked that maybe we would come off too strong. My twin daughters loudly hoped that firm, cruel discipline would be the kinky thing: it would be a damn shame, they said, if none of the guest were willing to abuse the hell out of Kaitlyn like they could.

Kaitlyn blushed, bit her cute lower lip, and said she hoped they would hurt her.

Hurt her bad.

It was devilishly fun hurting her and being cruel to her, but I also understood how much she got out of it. There’s a weird, powerful kind of pleasure seeing people get off on being cruel to you. A little girl can get high when the pain is extreme and unrelenting enough. Females, especially the young, have natural endorphins to help in childbirth, but prolonged and excruciating pain also triggers the release from that pharmacy in the brain.

You get high. Pain junkies get hooked on it.

I know she got high, and I knew that nailing her cunt now and then gave her another dose of a drug she was built to become addicted to. As for torture -- especially the pins, the needles and the razors, the very cruelest -- she just suffered beautifully without any attempt to avoid any or stop any.

We got her very horny talking about how we were going to be with her from now on, there in the limo. I let her know how cruel I'd be ... and I let her know how she'd better take damn good care of her cruel brothers, or suffer the consequences.

Her little sisters, talking about handcuffing her to the bed and bringing in men to knock her up, got little Kaitlyn masturbating a very sore pussy. I hoped like hell this thing would be disciplinary.

We were very ready for that by the time we got there.

We just weren’t ready for the reality.

It was a pool party at the biggest mansion I had ever laid eyes on, even in a movie; the sprawling grounds of the vast Woodward Estate went on for miles upon miles of rambling, densely-forested hills and creeks in every direction. There were two dozen or more elegantly appointed buildings half-hidden, back, shaded in the dark-green canopy as we passed -- all were connected by quaint curving paths and charming bridges laced through the woods. It was like a small city, plucked from the wealthiest part of turn-of-the-century Paris and then nestled into the thick woods.

We passed through two sets of guarded gates, ringed by razor-wire, and saw more opulent buildings; many were only glimpsed through the trees. The place, for all its enormous size, somehow still seemed all the more secluded, quiet and private: this was far beyond anything I had expected, alien and isolated.

The private drive was a sea of limousines.

The guests were all rich, young and gorgeous, all of them plucked from centerfolds and casting-couches. Many of the swimsuits we saw -- just on the walk up to the main house from the limo -- were extremely brief, so Kaitlyn's string bikini was actually modest swimwear; the thin, too-tight one-piece suits worn by the twins were absurdly conservative by comparison. The women in attendance, every one of them tanned and beautiful, were mostly topless in thong bottoms; many were nude except for jewelry, elaborate hairdos, tattoos and fetish-wear. The twenty or thirty young servers all were: nipple rings, handcuffs, chains, strings of anal beads and dog-collars glittered in the bright sunlight, accentuating the smooth, naked flesh.

We were among very sexy, very powerful young humans. Some of them were terrifyingly wealthy ... the rest were exquisite pets.

At the massive front door, we were greeted by two tiny, lovely Asian girls in absurdly brief French maid uniforms, cut low enough to see the dark curves of nipple above the swell of ample breasts; they might have been twins, and each looked a lot like a teenage Lucy Liu. One was obscenely pregnant, and milk soaked through her uniform’s top; when the little girls bent over, it was clear that both were naked below their short skirts, leaking cum from abused and hairless cunts.

The whole family was given a brief tour of the mansion’s first floor, which was luxurious beyond my ability to describe, and gifted with drink after drink from the many bars: there seemed to be one tucked into every other lavish room. We were shown the massive basement, as well, past the open showers and changing area -- like something from an ancient, echoing Roman bath -- then were wordlessly ushered out to the pool area.

We blinked, and our jaws dropped.

It was a huge and magnificent series of vast pools, steaming saunas, open-air bars and sparkling hot-tubs woven through the greenery and the aquariums, a winding garden set on various tiers of frosted glass and smooth-poured concrete. It looked more like an arena or a stadium than a back yard; it felt like five square miles of tropical beach paradise imported from a dream. Long, colorful banners waved in the breeze, and hundreds of beautiful, mostly-naked people lounged in the warm shade.

Depravity, likewise, was in casual abundance.

We watched as a tall, muscular man stood from his deck-chair, fisted his thick cock twice to coat it in suntan oil, and then began to fuck the gaping asshole of a little long-haired boy dressed in a bikini, expertly made-up in coy, alluring blush & eye-shadow. The child was bent over another chair; the tiny preteen -- all of maybe 7 years old -- was nursing on a savaged cunt which sprayed piss into ‘her’ open mouth while the lovely young woman to which the dripping pussy belonged spread her knees into a vulgar beaver and idly played with her heaving tits.

Through the girl's nipples were dozens of long, wicked pins; dropplets of blood beaded like dark crimson jewels on her flawless flesh.

After a few moments of smoothly fucking the little boy‘s ass, the big man pulled out of ‘her,’ grabbed the girlie-trap by the nape of the neck and forced the itty-bitty kindergartener to begin licking his shit-streaked cock clean even as piss sprayed across the little one’s cheek. Another grown man stepped up and began sodomizing the tiny, bikini-clad loli-boi; a line formed as the petite thing began chocking under the dual oral assault, deep-throating and crying even as ‘she’ sputtered piss from a cute button nose.

A few seats down from that chair, a large black man rudely pushed his cock into the asshole of a struggling young girl, a tiny Hispanic grade-schooler already impaled on a fat length of dick that was making a mess of her under-developed pussy. The huge negro began forcing the head of his tool into the girl’s unwilling anus; when she began to struggle, he called over a little Asian girl who fell to her knees and began prying at the tiny asshole with nimble fingers, licking -- and spitting -- into the entrance as it widened.

Next to the pool, three elegantly-dressed women took turns pissing on a sobbing, curvaceous dark-haired teenager; the girl was being held down onto her back by a man that might have been her father, her slim shoulders pinned to the ground by his knees as he masturbated a huge, gore-soaked cock over her face. A group of lovely, blonde little girls were jamming things into the brunette teenager’s already-bulging snatch, giggling; others held the girl’s long legs in the splits, and I could see that the pinned girl was bleeding, and heavily, from ragged wounds all across her smooth skin.

One of the ash-pale blonde girls tormenting the big-titted teen pushed too hard, and the lithe young thing shook long raven tresses as she was wracked with violent spasms; she coughed up a foam of dark blood just as the man pinning her sprayed long ropes of semen across her ample breasts.

As we looked on, mouths agape, the black-haired beauty was unceremoniously flipped over like a deflating sex-doll; with her face down and her perfectly rounded buttocks elevated, copious waves of blackish ichor poured from her mouth ... lifeblood flecked with stips of torn, pink tissues. She twitched, trying to get her hands underneath her, as another large man took her by the hips and began raping her vulnerable asshole.

The girl died, choking on her own ruptured cervix and ruined womb, even as her pretty face was rubbed red and raw again the unforgiving concrete beside the pool. She breathed her last, blowing bubbles of slick vomit and ripped uterus, as yet another man began pumping his seed into her cooling shit-pipe; when he pulled out and began pissing on her, men in thick rubber aprons -- armed with meat hooks, buckets and butcher’s knives -- approached.

Only then did I smell the BBQ.

Without even glancing down, I slapped each of my twin girls on the ass and told them to go make friends. The two little nymphs bounced away gleefully, shedding their suits as they went. That was the last I saw of them, except in photographs.

My fingers trembling, I took my suit off, and then pulled the strings on Kaitlyn’s top: my daughter was in a daze, both hands already jammed down the front of her bikini bottoms and playing with her glistening pussy. I pulled the last of her suit down, pulled it off her dainty feet, turned her toward the party, and gave her a gentle push.

The long, thin marks of our torture gleamed in the sunlight as she walked away.

The man who challenged us -- Richard Woodward, the homeowner, a man second only to God Himself -- walked up to me and my son. Smiling, he kissed me on the cheek. “You made it.”

“I-- yes. Sir, I--”

Richard said, "I'm going to fuck you now."

I said, "Oh -- well, boys, go have fun. Have something to eat. This nice man is going to fuck me."

“Actually, I would prefer it if they watch.”

Swallowing hard, I looked at my sons. “Will you please watch Mommy get raped?”

He liked that.

The boys liked watching him fuck me, too.

I liked being fucked, I discovered, while my sons watched me ... along with about twenty other kids and a few dozen adults.

Richard bent me over a deck-chair and fucked me until I came, again and again; as he pissed down my throat, I was mother-fucked. I was then fucked by other mother's sons; I was fucked by the help; I was fisted by little girls; I drank fresh fuck from a dozen gaping cunts.

I was not up for being fucked by a dog, but two dogs fucked me: one in my asshole, the other in my mouth. Fuck!

After that, I was taken out to see my daughter. Two hours had gone by. She had been beaten, branded, pierced, tattooed, whipped: easily raped about twenty times, her pussy and asshole nearly destroyed. There was enough cum poring from her two fuck-holes to puddle beneath her, and semen drooled from her lips. She looked absolutely high on pain -- spread-eagle on a deck chair -- and was struck hard across her bounteous tits with a belt just as I arrived.

The man beating her got her right across both nipples; blood ran freely from the wicked metal rings hooked through each one. She took that cruel strike without shrieking -- my little Kaitlyn only closed her eyes for a moment, composed herself, looked to me -- and said, “I keep cumming when they rape me, Mommy.”

I smiled and said, "Everybody seems very pleased with the way you take a raping. I’m getting lots of compliments.”

"I was raped by dogs, Mom."

"Me too ... kinky, huh? Did you get mouth-bred?"

"YES! I could barely breathe when the dogs fucked my mouth; I think I passed out a few times. Did you?"

"Yup. The one in my ass bothered me the most: the fucking knot popped in. That big cock had a knot like a fucking baseball.”

My daughter was masturbating now, and another lash came down on her tits. She smeared the blood into her clit, working at her slobbering hole with both hands. "They’re so cruel. I'm really screwed -- I’m going to die here, aren't I?"

"Probably. You should look like hell by sundown, but damn if you don’t look sexy now. Give me your hand."

She pulled her delicate fingers away from her frothing crotch, grabbed my palm, closed her eyes, and got another lash: this one right between the legs, splitting her smooth lips so good that the whip-tip put a red weal right on the shaved mound -- dead center. It almost looked like he had split her clit.

Kaitlyn’s pretty eyes stayed closed for almost a full minute, and she didn't breathe with her eyes closed. Goosebumps covered her slick, perfect skin.

I finally said, "Did you cum?”

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at me, and nodded. "More than once. My poor pussy. Mommy, I love it when they hurt me."

“You suffer beautifully."

Another group of men arrived; the first fellow casually flipped my preteen daughter over and began to ruthlessly sodomize her.

Mrs. Woodward snuggled up to me from behind as I watched, casually hefting one of my tits in her right hand as she ran two perfectly manicured fingers around the gaping entrance to my ruined asshole; I felt thick rivulets of cum drool into her palm. “Ah, how I adore you helpless commoners.”

“Well, I thank you for--”

She licked my neck, breathing into my ear. “You belong to us, now. Slavery still exists, my dear -- did you know that?”

I shook my head, watching my daughter’s rapist dump fresh cum inside her ass.

“Yes. The slaves today are Eastern Europeans, Latinos and Asians: all yearning to breathe free, and we hold their keys. Many are here illegally, of course; many more have crushing debts or fabricated criminal records. My family collects them, houses them, controls every facet of their lives ... and we use them to amuse ourselves, sexually and otherwise.”

I stuttered. “D-do ... do you, now?”

“Oh yes,” she said with a wicked smile, cupping my face and casually smearing the runny fuck from my asshole across my lips. “I always enjoyed watching Daddy hurt the slaves, ever since I was a little girl. I even instigated abuse when I was bored; I’ve been watching people raped for my amusement since before I could walk. On my fourteenth birthday, I had a tiny Asian girl of nine publically stripped, beaten until most of her limbs were broken, then raped to death in front of her family. Daddy let me pick out the executioner. He made all the men on our plantation drop their pants, and I walked the line until I found the one I wanted: a big black one. The little girl was even smaller than one of your darling twins, I think. I found it very amusing; even after she died, he kept pummeling her lifeless body while her family screamed and wept. Most amusing, indeed.”

I shuddered. Her expert hands ran over my body like I was property: caressing, squeezing, raking with nails and occasionally pinching. I was getting close to cumming again, even as she began entering my asshole with four fingers.

“Amusing?”

“Ah, yes. I love thinking about it, remembering how that poor little battered and bleeding girl squirmed as that big black cock penetrated her virgin cunt and kept driving in relentlessly, pushing right through the wall of her cervix and into her guts. He had a fourteen-inch cock as thick as my wrist; I’d be shocked if she had fourteen inches from her vulva to her collarbone. She was such a petite little fuck-doll. During the inspection, I remember that I stroked that monster cock of his and whispered in his ear, 'Get this all the way in the little bitch or I’ll ask Daddy to cut it off for me to put in a jar.' What an amazing cock he had."

“D-did he? Get it all the way in her, I mean?”

“Of course. He knew his place. He fucked her guts, punched right through her; it was a bloody mess. She didn’t die quickly, either. She died from loss of blood and remained conscious and squirming to the filthy end. Her mommy watched her daughter die just to amuse me.”

I shuddered again. “Like ... this is like a snuff film.”

She began to masturbate me, smiling as we both watched my daughter get anally raped again. “Oh, you know about snuff films? I thought those were a rather exclusive domain.”

“I-I’ve heard they exist, but I’ve never seen one.”

“Would you like to? I have many -- dozens, hundreds -- and one of the better collections on the continent. The best, of course, are the ones I’ve made myself: my specialty, even as a young girl, was surgically removing the sexual organs from a live and conscious victim: the whole vagina along with the anus, the breasts to the rib cage, penis and balls as a unit. Mostly, I did the little girls; I flatter myself to think that I’m somewhat famous for it, in certain circles.”

Her hands were bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. “I-I would like to see that.”

She came in close, whispering in my ear. “You’ll see one made. This very weekend. In fact, you’ll most likely star in one.”

I came.

She pushed me to the ground, where a man mounted me before I could stand. I drew a very big crowd, cumming again and again as men raped me, one after another, right next to my bleeding and weeping daughter.

They took me in every way they could imagine.

While I was on my back, a thick dick stuffed in each end, a petite little Asian girl was pushed down on top of me, positioned into a 69; soon, I was licking a badly-whipped, blood-drenched, cum-drooling and abused little pussy that had a long dog's cock stuffed into it. After a while, the tiny preschooler stopped licking me because her throat had another dog fucking it; she thrashed and died on top of me, choked on a tremendous canine knot and speared through the asshole with a hot metal skewer.

Another little girl, this one pregnant, was placed over me; her hot mouth settled into my pussy and licked expertly as I sucked at her cunt-lips, my tongue exploring where a huge cock opened up her unwilling anus. At this angle, men could whip her; she died as I masturbated, licking at brutal mutt-fucking with a great view of it.

More girls followed her: too many to count.

By midnight of that night, my daughter and I were the lowest of whores ... but we were alive. It seems that the Woodwards wanted to keep Kaitlyn as mutt-slut pain-junkie, turn her into a toy; I let them do it. I helped them do it, in fact. I sold them to her; and soon they were leasing her. She didn't resist it or resent me: what I did to her was very cruel, but she found that sexy.

I found it very profitable and fun. Now, I run the slaves at the Woodward Estate; my sons break them in.

Yes, as a mother, I suck. I can live with it. I just can't stand being poor.

The End

>>25684
I believe that I have the full "Collected Works" of Nicholas Fellheimer from all of 7-Chan, Hentai Foundry and Loliwood Studios, which includes:

-- Angie’s Sex Job
-- Amanda The Amazing
-- Apparently, Not a Vampire
-- Assertiveness Training
-- Aversion Therapy for Heather
-- Baby Pamela’ Slut Story
-- Babysitting Trouble
-- Bailey’s Own Allowance: Part One
-- Bare-Assed in Baton Rouge
-- The Battle of Harley
-- Big Favors
-- Bitch Bride
-- Bitches & Snuff
-- Bizarre Folks
-- Black Tie Affair
-- Born Performer
-- Bossy Little Bitch
-- Brownie Points
-- Cate Has a Date
-- Challenge for the Common Folk
-- Class Fuck-Doll
-- Clay County Revival
-- Clean-Up Girl
-- David’s Sweet Revenge
-- Dinner-Date With Deanna
-- Doing Everything
-- Dumb Bets and Party Sluts
-- Dumb Cunt
-- Getting Even
-- Good Small-Town Wife
-- Hedonism, Exhibitionism, Marxism & Trains
-- Incest is Best
-- Journey to Hell & Back
-- Knocking Up Akiko
-- Laundry Day
-- Little Miss Scarlet’s Birthday
-- Little Tiffany’s Big Chance: Earning Her Wings
-- Magic Marker Omake: Writer’s Circle
-- New-Daddy’s Way
-- On The Bus
-- Party With Big Sis
-- Pool Party for the Birthday Girl
-- Preteen Daughter on the Prowl
-- Public Exposure
-- Quiet Evening At Home
-- Seventh-Grade Whore
-- Stacy’s New Boyfriend
-- Trap-Daddy’s New Girlfriend

Need me to post any of them here?

>>25684
I never met the man personally, but I like to think that Nick Fellheiner (wherever he is) would find it funny as fuck that a hot little slut Harley got physically uncomfortable while reading his work ... and that she masturbated to it anyway.

>>25688
Hedonism, etc. sounds interesting.

>>25691
Found this:
http://www.rurikon.eu/loli/main.asp?story=5024

Don't know if anyone's tried recently, but this place still seems to work:

https://www.asstr.org/~LS/authors/ppp.html

Did anyone think it didn't?

>>25696
It works, but it's not updated anymore. Still it's a good archive of old stories.

>>11389

This shit never fails. And then I hate myself.

>>25883
why do you hate yourself? it’s just fantasy, and pretty fucking good fantasy at that. just read some Jane Austen to balance it out.

i have read several books on the above topic

Does anyone know how Puppyloverdawn fits into all these short stories. She is mentioned as a thanks in a few of them. And she even has very similar stories herself written here. https://www.asstr.org/~LS/authors/ppp.html#xpuppyloverdawn
also here:
http://www.rurikon.eu/loli/main.asp?sea=a&sauthor=PuppyLoverDawn


Is Puppyloverdawn just another alias or username or something, or is it a completely different author. She wrote my favourtie arotic story ever, Lost in the city, so nasty. I cum every time i read it.

I know that Nick did an edit on 'David's Sweet Revenge,' here:
https://www.asstr.org/~LS/stories/puppyloverdawn7554.html
... and that he was in contact with PuppyLoverDawn through email.

>>25688
Mind putting up a link to a pastebin or something?

>>25691

Andrea Fanning found herself locked in a battle of wills with a most formidable adversary: a smooth-operating, silver-tongued, devilishly handsome photographer determined to win Andrea's lovely eleven-year-old daughter, Candice Fanning, over to his side. That was the side of hedonism, exhibitionism, lesbianism, and Marxism -- to replace virgin Catholicism and honor-roll-ism. First day, round one, the commie bastard was winning with the score being:

Lions, four; Christians, Zero.

Andrea saw it that way, because Drake shared a bachelor pad with two other career student sexual predators; predators who think they know everything, and think they can score on any female, married or minor, and easily score on both with superior intellect and strategy. Those three were part of a larger group of over two dozen -- with eighteen planning to be present through the summer. Drake Devon, their leader hero says, "American females are so easy to bed; why wed?"

Cocky bastards were all Americans, too, from wealthy families, all spoiled-rotten products of capitalism. First day of summer session, sharing a philosophy class with Drake, also being part of their "group," deemed worthy of joining them in "their" cozy corner in the student union cafeteria to "cerebrally masturbate" between classes, or during lunch, or before classes, or after the last. There was always someone from "the group" to sit and talk to, but the talk was either socialist utopia or sexual hedonism. Sexual hedonism put the utopia in the socialist model.

Andrea absolutely hated eating alone, being alone, waiting alone, and so much of her schedule was waiting. The "group" was a godsend until the mostly male group challenged Drake to apply his American female dictum to his new friend Andrea -- and to her preteen daughter, Candy. That was morning of day one just a few minutes after her introduction, and still Andrea clung to the group, partly because Drake stood no chance and stood absolutely no chance with Candy.

One could not fault the desire: with exceptional, long, full, wavy brunette hair - a mane - enough hair to make three long-hair wigs for three adult women, the adorable Candice was a modern-era wood nymph. She was a lovely girl, very pretty, whose idea of a good time was running around naked on a golf course until they eventually caught the mythical creature in a trap, identified her, and parents were called down to the country club to bail her out of country club jail. 'Jail' was their nineteenth hole lounge, where golfers who had wood nymph encounters were able to get her picture, autograph, and the legendary golfing distraction could bask in the mass adoration wearing only hair and a big smile.

She also came home with over a hundred and fifty bucks for signing men's balls at a buck a ball. She even signed a few golf balls. If you think that hellish prison broke her of the habit, think again. Getting caught was payday, but after a few paydays, they stopped treating this as a cute lark. The cure was being turned over to the real police and being bailed out of the juvenile detention center with a three-year probation. Caught naked in public again, she serves the remainder of her time. All she had to do was get through this summer and she'd be free, having paid her debt to society.

The nymph's mother, a rare beauty in her own right, also a green-eyed brunette, preferred to wear her hair short and simple: hassle-free hair; serious hair, professional career hair, teacher hair. Shave them both, put them side by side, one could easily see they were mother and daughter. The hair made the two look unrelated; well, hair and disposition. The mother being up-tight, reserved, modest, and conservative. The child was the opposite - free as a bird, naked as a jaybird much of the time, and with fingers in her gooey baby-pussy.

One wondered how Andrea Fanning came by such a child, because Wade Fanning was not exactly the outgoing thrill seeker, not even an outdoorsie type. Obtuse recluse and self-proclaimed HO scale model train expert was hardly the type to mate with an hot Andrea type -- nor to produce any type of Candy.

If any of them stood any chance with that happily married mother of four who was at least twice as mature and ten years older than anyone else in the "group," that person was Drake, the one closest to her age at twenty five. He was less than ten years younger than Andrea. At least he was brutally handsome: bright, witty, warm, friendly, charming, talented, sexy, and wanted her very badly.

He wanted Candy worse, but wanted Andrea badly, and the two together was the objective. That objective was stated clearly, in the parking lot upon arrival, he coming from behind to get between them -- with arms around both -- and state, "Don't we make a great threesome - two brunette cookies with a creamy blonde center."

That made Candy smile, and Andrea blush.

The gorgeous young man continued: "This would look great naked, on a big bed with black satin sheets. There's a big mirror on the ceiling if you two lovelies would like to see what that looks like. I have enough cock for the both of yo --, and balls, you won't believe the balls, cock and balls, so waddya say we ditch the day and make a memory or some gorgeous blue-green-eyed babies?"

Andrea had heard unique opening pick-up lines in her day, but that took the prize -- just the standard mother daughter pick-up line, used by those who had nothing to fear, and were well endowed with the right type of bed and bedding. That hunk did nothing but impress that wood nymph. As for the terribly mature adult student open to the idea of a summer fling -- with a mandate to get laid -- the guy, the bed, and bedding was perfect.

Actually, Drake Devon stood an excellent chance; Andrea's primary motivation in attending a summer session toward her masters was to get laid by someone other than Wade. Fifteen years of fucking the same man the exact same way once each week was driving that drop-dead gorgeous elementary school teacher right up a fucking wall.

Yes, a masters in education would help, but the happy marriage needed an affair. Andrea was like a writer with writer's block. Wade was an editor with a deadline. Andrea was the problem, but the solution wasn't sex on a weekly schedule. That does get a man laid at least once per week, but he gets sex with a woman who simply lies there and gets screwed. A healthy sex life required a healthy woman -- one who went after sex, hounded her man at times and in places he would least expect it. A sexual predator wife was what the Fanning marriage needed, all agreed -- but they had been in agreement for over ten years, with nothing to show for it except agreement.

A summer fling was exactly what that marriage needed -- and, like Candy's golf thing, one that was discovered, exposed, whined about, and cried over might just be precisely what the marriage needed. Wade took entirely too much for granted. Candy's desperate cry for sexual attention worked wonders for her. That did prove she was not a little girl anymore, although she still was when her career as a nymph ended abruptly. Andrea needed something on that order. Wade assumed far too much.

For one, he foolishly assumed that cheating simply was not in Andrea. Couldn't do it - needn't worry - could never confess adultery - couldn't sit in church as an unrepentant sinner - couldn't live life without church. So why worry?

So now she had a summer of classes, even night classes, heavy load, sure, why not, no problem, go, learn, enjoy. He should not have said "get laid," not even as a joke.

Shortly after being told to get laid, Andrea finds herself before a group of professed hedonists -- consisting of seven young men and two openly lesbian freshman who want to see how many in the group can fuck mother and/or child, and how many times in how many ways over the six-week first session. If that weren't enough of a hi-how-are-you, Drake has the balls to say, "You can put me down for at least one rear mount and one frontal assault, because I'm walking these American beauties to their American car."

If that weren't enough, she had Candy along because the soon-to-be junior-high student wanted to see what college was like.

She saw what it was like, but she did not see that cocky man walk her mother to her car and rear mount her. No way would she be seeing that. Andrea took her home first, then went back to be walked to her car after her last class, there to be rear mounted.

Not that it wasn't obvious and terribly embarrassing why they were ditching the last class on the first day to rush the child home -- only to rush back to appear to be coming out of that last class, meeting Drake at the Union so as to be walked to a car that was parked way out where one could be rear mounted, though she wasn't quite sure what that meant exactly.

She assumed doggie style in one or the other holes, one being virgin and doggie style being her preferred mount -- as long as it wasn't by a real dog, although before returning to school, she did give the unthinkable plenty of thought. One thing you can say in favor of dogs: they don't need to be talked into doing it doggie style. They can act the part more convincingly than any man. Two things, then.

Andrea didn't want to explain any of this to Candy, but Candy only wanted to talk about one thing all the way home, and that was everything about why. Andrea brought curious Candy on the first day because Andrea was so sure nothing would happen on the first day, hoping to satisfy her child's curiosity before a lover came into the picture. It was almost like he stood waiting for them. They met in the parking lot, and he decided to sit in on Andrea's first class - crash it with Candy. They were crashers, so they sat together in the theater seats of a large lecture hall, Drake getting between mother and daughter, would not stop talking, and were talking about that sexy mother.

Andrea could not stop listening, with burning ears and flushed features -- and with that young man's hand stroking indecently high up a bare leg because he asked the daughter if she thought that would be a good first move. Candy said YES!

Drake got up to Andrea's panties, but that was to prove him wrong. He had a bet with Candy that there were none, just a shaved bald pussy with a clit stud or ring. After overhearing that, Andrea had to let him know how wrong he was and how right Candy was. After he was sure beyond any doubt, even about the hair, he LIED and told Candy that he won; she lost.

After that, they met "the group," spent two long embarrassing yet invigorating hours with "the group": a lewd lunch, and then another hour debauch in discussion in the afternoon. The group loved tales of the fabled country club wood nymph, the greens streaker who made balls sticky n' stinky like pussy, an enterprising lass who made a killing signing men's balls; who could swallow more cum than any golfing foursome could produce. Being an ex-con still on probation made her a big hit.

All of that group time, adoration, and attention didn't do anything but raise Candy's ego, boost her confidence, and up her curiosity level to a point where questions came with a demand for answers, the first being, "Why are we ditching the last class?"

Other than the pro-golfing career, Candy had never been a problem child, nor much interested in sex, though she was headed into puberty with puberty being good to her. Under all that hair was a woman's body in miniature. She was a diehard nature girl from the age of three, but being naked wasn't a sexual thing, just a thrilling thing. Those hedonist sure lit a fire in that little woman's loins. That fire started when Drake got Candy on his finger; then three. Andrea did all she could to ignore that, then had to try to ignore the two he slipped into her. She hadn't known him one hour, and here she was bucking on his hand.

At least they picked a good location to play hide the fingers.

Drake's expert manipulations and provocative talk flipped preteen Candy's on/off switch to ON and adult. By the time Andrea got that curious cat home, Andrea had to drag her from the car with the final answer, "Because your mother is a bitch in heat and must get fucked - that's why!"

That was all Candy wanted. If her mother had said that in the first place, everything would have been just fine.

Andrea got her rear mount; Drake got her clothes, even the shoes. Andrea had to wait for the cover of darkness to drive, then had no choice but to walk in naked or sit in the driveway naked. The garage door opener thingie wasn't working -- so, still being undecided, Andrea moved the car alongside the house where they used to keep a boat tucked away. There, safely hidden, she awaited Candy.

Candy was on the front steps anxiously waiting on her mom to come home. She followed the car. Somewhere along the way, she lost everything she had been wearing. A grinning wood nymph got in. Would she bring mommy some clothes?

Hell no.

Drake said he'd do that; Candy promised that she wouldn't. A promise is a promise.

Andrea felt naked and soiled after Candy got in and sat in the passenger seat to stare in the crotch area. Seeing Candy naked was nothing new, but the reverse was. Andrea had her forehead resting on the steering wheel, sorely tempted to cover her crotch with a modest hand, knowing that when she finally gave up and got out, Candy would get a good look at everything and the remaining puddle of ooey gooey fuck slop. Drake came a lot.

In Candy's current state, she might lick the seat leather clean. She received a very thorough sex education in over four hours of group -- after an hour and a half in a finger-threesome with Drake and Mommy. No longer a wood nymph, the girl was now a dedicated socialist hedonist. One of those little girls would lick that leather and then that mother, then tell it in group and get praised. She might even get to wear the heroic hat of hedonism - a propeller beanie with one blade missing - until another came forward with something worthy of the hat. Candy earned that hat eight times during the day -- eight to Andrea's zero. Her wood-nymph stories about doggie-cocks were quite popular.

They were being much more liberal to the daughter than to the mother. Her golf course adventures were nothing compared to Andrea's high school adventures. Candy's were all suspect; Andrea told the truth without very much embellishment, but they were a tough crowd. Not for Candy, though - she was in the palm of Mommy's hand and wrapped around her little finger, hanging on her every word. She sat upon every lap. Every finger had the distinct scent of wood nymph. A more fingered child had never attended college.

Andrea sat there, but knew after two minutes Candy would be no help. Someone unplugged the garage door opener, and that someone wore a grin and nothing else. She might open the front door. Everybody was home - Daddy, Mark-15, Luke-12, and John-10, even Duke the dog was inside the house, and that outdoor mutt found the female crotch fascinating in anything. Nude and soiled would be a treat he'd need to be beat away from. Andrea asked if Candy would at least control Duke. Candy replied, "No ... I let him in because my mommy said that she was a bitch in heat."

In frustration, Andrea looked to the full-of-herself, very amused child and said, "You are damn lucky this is mother daughter day, and double damn lucky this is all my fault. If I could blame any of this on you, you'd be in for it. Mother daughter day is officially over. From here on, anything you say or do counts against you ... or don't do. I order you to get that nasty animal back outside, then distract your brothers down to the choo choo room. How, I don't care -- just do it. Flash the basement lights when you have them all down there. I'll be watching for the light in the basement - hurry!"

The little bitch said, "You can cut college classes short, but not a mother daughter day - twenty-four hours in a day, Mom. This one is the best ever. I want to stay up till midnight, and be with you the whole time - every second, right at your side, even through the argument, and if Dad does what I think he'll do ... well, that, too."

"Drake has poisoned your innocent mind and filled your pure heart with wickedness."

"Yeah, that's why this is the best ever, but you had no right to ditch me like you did. You owe me three hours and twenty minutes. I want it all spent with Drake at his place, so after you screw Daddy, lets go over there and you can screw Daddy some more by letting Drake score some more points. I'll keep the score. How many so far? Open your legs, Shy-Ann. I want to see which hole got it, or if both got it. Come on, no secrets on mother daughter day - show and tell. Show all - tell all."

Candy was making up mother daughter day rules as she went along. After a day like they spent, show and tell couldn't hurt. Andrea allowed her legs to part wide but wasn't sure why other than to amuse a curious daughter who was dying to see where her mother got fucked twice in each hole - dying to see a huge fucking mess that she helped create by being so god damn fucking adorable and fuckable. Two of those fuckings from that over-heated man were due to -- and meant for -- baby Candy.

When Candy forced a good beaver, she exclaimed, "OH WOW! Crack the door open so the light'll come on. He really fucked you good - both holes. Open the fuckin door, you sexy bitch. Don't be chicken."

For the same reason, after looking around, Andrea opened the door to put light on the subject and allow the left knee to fall out more. That brought another, OH! WOW! and "Boy, you really got royally fucked. Dad's gonna shit when he sees this. You will show him, won't you? With me right there? You can tell me all about it while you're telling him, and don't leave out any juicy details. It should be like we are right there watching. Man, Drake had to have scored ten points just between your legs. I'll betcha he got blowjob points, too. Or is this what a gang banged crotch looks like? Is that it? Did they gang bang you, Mommy?"

Andrea pulled the door shut, sat the daughter up, and closed the legs, saying, "Just Drake, and he scored four - two pussy - two ass. I suspect he faked that last orgasm in my ass, but the fact that he could get it up after three that weren't faked earns the point. It does in my book, and I confirm or deny the claim. He will be claiming four. I plan to confirm four along with some sucking to help get him up."

"I have got to be there to see that."

"Enough show and tell -- and you need to get a grip, girl. You have had a major overdose of sex today. I understand what that does to a girl your age, especially at your age. You spent the day in a very adult world with a very forward nasty man. I saw how much you were enjoying yourself. I wasn't about to rain on your parade. If you want more Drake exposure, you'll help me with my exposure problem."

"I want lots more."

"I know exactly what you want -- but I offered exposure, not what you want. I want Wade to see what one day of school did to my pussy, but not those boys, and not that nosy, nasty, vulgar, outdoor mutt. Help me, and I'll see that you get your three and a half hours with Drake ... AND with me. You won't see anything, and you will not be getting anything, but you can enjoy our company at his place. I doubt he is up to more this evening. Deal?"

"Mom, I set this up with Drake in case you tried to ditch me. He did what he promised to do, now I have to do all the things I promised him I'd do. Help you wasn't one; help make this a bigger, more embarrassing, more humiliating, and a more degrading scene was. You are not getting out of it. You mother daughter ditched me and that calls for an atonement."

"I agree, Candy, but could it be something else?"

"The guys are dying to see you like this, and so is Duke. How else are they ever going to? This might be their only chance, and I sorta promised them."

"Candy, you didn't tell them. Tell me you didn't."

"Mom, I only told them everything."

Andrea's head thumped the steering wheel, and her fresh-fucked cunt wet squish in the cum leaking from her ass.

"Nobody said mother daughter day had to be kept secret, and this is the neatest thing that ever happened to me, better than paydays at the country club. Neat sexual things are always happening to the boys -- but never to me. I feel like the baby, and I'm second youngest. Baby John isn't even a virgin."

"Candy, boys lie. They are all virgin. Damnit, Candy, why did you do that to me? We don't screw each other on mother daughter day."

"I'd be willing."

That popped Andrea's head up, and eyes open on that girl with a stunned mother saying, "Be willing to what?"

"Do the things chicks do. You know, like they were talking about. I'd do those things with you, like in a flash I would ... not now, but that's cuz its all poopy and mixed up. Boy, he creamed your asshole good, huh?"

"Candy, aren't we growing up too fast in the wrong direction. We should walk the straight and narrow for a few decades before taking any kinky side roads."

"Straight and narrow is for nerds and noodniks."

"What am I?"

Her preteen daughter smiled. "A hot, horny grade school teacher that wishes she had started off on a kinky dirt road -- with a hot lesbian in one hand and a dog's leash in the other."

"I explained to you, those are fantasies, and if I had ever wanted any of those fantasies to be anything other than fantasies, I had many many opportunities. What I did with Drake was one fantasy I decided to try -- my semi-public sex with a virtual stranger fantasy, and that's all it is. I think you had about one-hundred too many hedonist fingers in the cherry pie today, and wore the hat seven times too many. The hat has gone to your head. Don't let this one crazy mother daughter day get you all kinked and twisted. Don't get all turned around. Just take it in, accept it for what it was, and continue taking baby steps into adulthood."

"I know you think I made up those stories, but I didn't. Every one was true. I have not been virgin in my ass or my mouth for over three years. I love to fuck older men. I earned that hat, and you didn't. The stories you told didn't cut it -- a big deal to you, maybe, but not to any true hedonist. There was little or no risk and nothing unusual done, nothing bold or creative. Everything was passive, something you allowed or was forced on you. The guy who raped you and your best friend earned the hat. Everything I did was active, initiated and carried out by me with great risk."

"Okay, Candy, eight to zero, but you are still too young to be getting into kinky sex. If you want to experiment with same-sex sex, find another girl who also wants to. You don't go chowing down on your own mother."

"I will. I'd also eat your fine pussy before, during, and after sex, and Drake sure is dying to see a girl do that to her mother before, during, and after sex. I promised him I'd try real hard. You'll have to slap me real hard to stop me. When I see you fucking, I see you whipping me up a dreamy creamy snatch snack."

"Christ! How could one day do this to a perfectly good girl?"

"For one, you don't start out with a perfectly good girl. Start with a queer exhibitionist with eight good hedonist adventures under her belt; one who loves getting ass-fucked by a dozen old men on a fairway, and has since she was nine. What you get is what you see."

"I am beginning to see that, but I thought I started out with something entirely different. I never dreamed that your face and my cunt had a destiny after your head popped out of it."

"Well, I have dreamed it, and I'm tired of dreaming. I want Drake to see that and get pictures of it. I want Drake to have all he wants of everything. I think Daddy should know everything, so I told him everything, too."

Andrea flung her head back to look at the headliner as she cried, "Shit, Candy, what exactly did you tell him?"

"I told him you were fucking your lover in a parking lot."

"You said fuck to your father?"

"I said fuck. I said fuck a lot, a lot of other words, too, but they sure made his Engineer Wade cock hard -- and he sure is going to butt-fuck you, sexy bitch-in-heat mommy."

"You did not talk that way with your father, Candy, now you stop this teasing. I want you to get serious."

"Mom, I am as serious as tetanus of the tittie. He was praying to god that Drake would bust that tight and uptight butt cherry. Looks good 'n busted to me, that or you are a closet butt whore. See that he gets a good look at that butt fuck hole, because he doesn't care, so long as it is now open for business. He wants to be chief engineer on the pooh pooh choo choo. All aboard the Andrea express. Passengers are waiting ... woooo woooo! ALL ABOARD!"

"Candy, you are drunk on sex and you didn't even get any. What has that damn pervert Drake done to my innocent little girl?"

"He checked out my stuff, polished my cherry, and said I was ready - ripe and ready. No argument from me, but I'm not ready for that big cock. Not yet; he would bust my baby-cunt. I was thinking I might try a little incest, first."

Rolling her head on the head rest to look at Candy, Andrea said, "Oh no! ... Did you?"

"Just a little, but you're wrong about them all being virgins. You might have been right, earlier -- when you dumped me, all drunk on sex I didn't get any of, so that you could get all you want. I left one super horny one for you, but it isn't Daddy. He's the best old man who ever fucked my asshole."

Andrea gave the steering wheel a pounding while she cried out, "Oh fuck, this wasn't supposed to happen! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!...FUCK!"

"I figured you didn't plan this day to go this way, but it sure did come together like a plan, huh? You wanted to wake daddy up and get him to notice you, stop taking you for granted. He's awake, but he's not as horny as he was. He'll notice you. Since you're in this far, can you take a daughter's advice?"

"I'll listen, but the last advice I took from you was to lighten up and loosen up. That got me creamed in a fertile pussy and fucked in the ass - twice. I will admit, it was damn good advice, so go ahead. I'm listening."

"Don't go in there a busted Shy-Ann cheater. Be proud. Be cool. Pretend you're not naked, got what you expected, the plan went perfect, and let Duke get you all clean like that's his job. Mostly, stay naked and out where everyone can see and hear everything. By everything, I mean tell all while in beaver city -- and if it turns into fuckville, you ain't shy. A woman like you will fuck anywhere she pleases. If it turns into muttfuckville, I'm getting the video camera. We're starting a home video porn library. Actually, it's already started, but there's still more room on that first tape."

Andrea took in a deep breath, held it, let it all out, then looked to Candy and said, "So, this is the life you kids want, is it?"

"Beats church. I'd say you had a real good time, church lady."

"I wish I hadn't. This would be so much easier to deal with had I not. For one, I could stop hanging with socially retarded hedonists and stop exposing you to them. Because it was so good and I need a lot more, we have a date with Drake and his roomies, and for the express purpose of giving them a fair shot at scoring points off you."

This surprising news popped a wood nymph's eyes wide, saying, "Are you serious!"

"If I keep a crazy date made in the heat of the moment, yes, quite serious. I don't see why not. The fuck genie is out of the bottle, and you want to start off kinky. In a couple decades, you may want to try the straight and narrow. I can't swear that your way isn't the better way. I'm in the mood to walk with you, unless you don't want your noodnik mommy holding your kinky hand."

"I'd prefer you crawl naked on all fours with your long mommy tongue up my ass with Duke fucking you in your ass, dragging along needle-teethed puppies that are sucking on your tits and chewing on your nipples, but that's just a silly fantasy of mine."

"Christ! How long has that been a fantasy?"

"I don't know. What time is it?"

"Fucking Drake ... and speaking of fucking Drake, lets get back to the date at his bachelor pad on the beach."

"Yeah, let's talk about fucking Drake."

"On this date which will take place on Saturday, running noon to noon Sunday, all I can do is call fouls and stop action for one-minute cooling off periods, but if the seduction is clean and the kinky bitch wants it, I must allow it, keeping in mind that all is fair in love and war. I made him a promise I would try and wished him luck getting pussy points off you. Hell, I even wished his two roomies luck. I even offered to help get you started. Now, I very much wish I hadn't loved it, because that nasty bastard is going to be my undoing as a wife, mother, and good Catholic."

"I'm very much glad you did, and you be sure to remember that all's fair in love or war thing."

Sighing, "Oh Candy, this is soooo wrong, but god damn it feels sooooo damn good after being soooo damn good for so damn long. I can't believe I let that man finger fuck you in a lecture hall within an hour of meeting the cocky bastard. I should have slapped his face in the parking lot for that vulgar cookies 'n cream pitch he made, but intentionally ignoring what he was doing to you, not even one dirty look, only looks that took note and said, 'If you got the balls, go for it, stud.' That brought about this crazy day."

"I know, but the best was after he got my panties off and you put them in your purse. That was so cool, and super cool when you'd look right at my bare beaver, see where his fingers were, see how deep they were going, watching that man polish my cherry for me, then give that look, but I thought that look was, 'Show me what you can do,' or 'Show us what you got.'"

"He sure did, and I did give those looks. I came very close to leaning in and asking him to show us his cock and balls. He sure had balls. I just had to see that cock. Fortunately, he's a mind reader."

Candy sighed, smiling wistfully. "Man, what a great cock, but the neatest was when we both had a hand on it and were both pumping it, mother and daughter sharing a sexy stud on mother daughter day - IN a college classroom - theater whatever. Oh, the funniest was when we both got up the nerve to suck at the same time and bumped heads. That hurt, but I almost cracked up."

"I was so embarrassed - hurt and embarrassed. There was nothing at all funny about that. Great minds think alike, but that was neither the time nor place."

"If that hadn't happened, you know we would have been taking turns sucking him, or working him together - one licks while the other sucks. We were that fucking horny and you know it."

"Believe it or not, that was my intention. I figured you had to want to suck him as much as I did."

Candy giggled. "You figured right - exactly as much."

"I asked for this crazy day, Candy. Asked ... begged, but in all honesty, I only regret one thing - dropping you off at the last minute. He was so disappointed that I did that, chickened-out like a straight 'n narrow-minded noodnik wife slash mother slash teacher slash capitalist pig."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're not all that straight," she said with a big grin.

"Cute ... real cute, but you're right. I am not all that straight. I apologized, and swore I'd make it up to him. I as much told him I'd get you for him and his roomies to have fun with, a sexy little playmate for hedonists to enjoy all summer long. I must be out of my mind, Candy, but I now mean that, and not just for those three - the group, Candy, the group."

"You're a very bad mommy, but at least you share your Candy."

"That outdoor, risky, fantastic, four-ply fucking earned him all the Candy he wants. A very bad mommy promised him all the Candy he wants. He is the one who shares his Candy, and I knew that after the first fuck, knew all the details, plans, and sexual adventures by the last fuck. I made my promise after that last ass-fuck while licking his cock and balls."

"I'll bet we have a very cool summer - a mother daughter summer."

Andrea began stroking a finger through her messy slit under Candy's watchful eyes, so Andrea made a better beaver while saying, "It is shaping up to be one, and I'm not fighting it. Your face will never get slapped for getting near my pussy. If you'll do it, go for it. I may not return the favor, but I will sure watch you. I promise you this: if by the end of summer I haven't returned the favor, I will."

"I sorta like the idea of being the group plaything -- with you being a member of the group that plays with the group plaything. Do what you want with a plaything. Nobody has to do anything to please the plaything. That's my number one fantasy, being a sex slave, and that is one that I've had for a lot of years. Plaything for hedonists would be a lot like that."

"I think it would be exactly like that, if I allow it. Pray that I won't, but brace for that I will. If Wade lets me, and you are willing, I don't know what would stop me. I am not as wedded to the church as everyone thinks. Your father isn't at all, so I am counting on the hedonist in him to come out even further."

"He might go along. He sure thinks this is major cool. He sure didn't think you had it in you, and so glad he was wrong. Got him some real good daughter ass, that he wanted real bad, by the way. I'm no fuck expert, but he fucked me pretty good, pretty long, pretty hard, and twice - once in the pussy, no condom, hosed me ... called me a sexy little slut, too. But do you know something? I am, and I do love getting my pussy fucked."

Andrea was as good as masturbating at this point, using both hands, but casually with Candy taking a keen interest, scooting up close and with her hands clearing wanting in on the action, so Andrea turned the cunt over to her, and Candy went right to work -- doing some serious masturbating of a mother. That mother fell back in a slump, offering the best beaver she could offer while saying, "True sign of a slut. Your father and I should have talked, because I never had a clue. What I got was his boredom with me, and that he could give a shit less who I screw so long as I screw off schedule."

Candy used four fingers in the sloppy cunt hole and three doing a nice rub on the fleshy clit while saying, "He wasn't bored with you -- he was frustrated, and he cares who and wants to know everything. I made him a promise that I'd do all I could to make you be that kind of wife, and that kind is hedonist exhibitionist sleep-around slut ... and bitch. Real bitch. I'm working on you, and that's why they are leaving us alone."

"You're doing a damn good job. Keep working, because it is working to get Drake that sexy little plaything he wants for the group. If Drake gets what he wants, your father will get the wife he wants. I do so want to give Drake a sexy little sex slave and just say, enjoy. That is what he is after, and he doesn't want to clear everything with the mommy."

"A sex slave's master shouldn't have to."

Breathing heavy, very close to orgasm, writhing under those magic hands, Andrea said, "I agree. If your father will go along; your parents will have no say all summer long. Whatever we get back is what we deal with, but you can bet it'll be pregnant, littered with amateur tattoos and professional piercings, AND be a very well-disciplined child. God help me, but I want one ... AHHHHH. YESSSS ..."

That woman had a damn good orgasm, and that child did a damn good job of pulling the most gasm out of that -- or by putting the most in at the moment of climax. The little preteen ended up with a hand inside, past the wrist, giving the clit and lips a soothing massage. Her mother turned in the seat, head and shoulders against the door, wasted and staring, hardly believing what she did or said, as well as what Candy did -- and was still doing.

Candy smiled while keeping up the internal and external massage, saying, "Are you ready to start a new cool life, or do you need more time? I could go get them ready."

Still staring at the crotch action, which was a gentle fist fucking with tongue clit-massage, Andrea said, "I thought you already did."

"I did, but they'd like to know how you'll be so they'll know how to be. You look pretty cool. You sounded even cooler, but if you're anything like me, everything changes after you cum."

"I looked pathetic and sounded insane. Weren't you listening?"

"Yeah ... pretty scary, but I like the fantasy so much, I'm willing to suffer through and deal with whatever comes out at the end of summer."

"I do, in fantasy. I hope Wade doesn't or we're fucked. You need at least one fairly responsible parent to keep tabs, with the ability to pull the plug if need be. I think it would have to be him, because if Drake thought you needed another hard whipping and another vulgar tattoo, I would agree, and would likely say something like, 'spare the rod, spoil the child,' or remind him and reassure him that those are his decisions -- although I would prefer this be a group project with you being at the mercy of a group consensus, say a two thirds majority with me stripped of any voting rights. The mother's vote being too biased."

"Simple majority would be better."

"Riskier and more would get done. How bad do you want this? Better yet, how bad do you want this to be?"

"Simple majority bad, with you getting no vote, sounds pretty good. There's only a few real freaks. All the rest are pretty cool. Drake is the coolest. I'd go simple majority, no sweat."

"I was hoping you'd say that. There's a way to make this even badder; ensure that you get more of everything."

"What, just let Madam Whips 'n chains decide?"

"That would, but I was thinking of Drake. He very much wants to work you over good and fuck you up bad. He isn't at all bashful about telling a child's mother what his plans are. I wouldn't want him making all decisions with no parental oversight, but I would be willing to let him cast my vote if Wade could wade in each week to look you over and decide if the plug needed pulling. That way, if things were getting too out of hand, they wouldn't go on too long. At least we'd have a safety net, and Drake would have the weekly inspection he needs to think of."

"Count me in. Let's go for it, but if you want to sell Daddy on this, he'll want the right to pop in and fuck me at will. He really likes fucking me and was counting on that while you had your summer fling. Ever since my wood nymph days, he has had a thing for me that just gets worse and worse."

"I can see why, but he never discussed those feelings with me."

"Duh! He won't give me over to a bunch of punks who are going to fuck me all up. Daddy likes his wood nymph pristine perfect with a tight pussy and an asshole ready for cock. I see problems. You are just thinking wild, hedonist, summer fling. He is thinking long term fling, like in still fucking me as often as he pleases after I get married. That'll make finding my Mister Right a bit more difficult. Fuck it. I'm game."

Andrea smiled. "I guess we'll have to play let's make a deal, but I can't believe I'm doing this, or that I'm just lying here watching you do that, wishing Drake were here to offer his ideas, opinions, and power of persuasion. He is much better at representing himself and getting what he wants. I'm trying to represent him. I would much rather lend him my support and approach your father as hedonist lovers who want his daughter for the summer on the most liberal terms we can get. I'm sure we'll come out better that way. Worse for you, of course -- better for us."

"This keeps on getting worse and worse. How worse are we eventually going to get to? I think you know, and I think I'm getting fed spoonfuls, giving me time to adjust before it's time for another. Put it all on a shovel."

"He wants to be very strict with you, quite harsh. I do think you need harsh discipline. I did tell him that, and said the harsher the better. He was very pleased to hear that, after telling me all the things he wanted to put you through and do to you. That in effect said, 'I like your plans and ideas, but I know you could do better.' He likes that type of mom, and I want to be that type for him. That's how bad I want this guy as a summer fling. I found the guy, found out exactly what he wants, and got into the mindset to give him exactly what he wants. I do need my head examined, but if you want that too, you get to lie down on the psychiatrist's couch, first."

Candy eased her hand out of her mother's and drew both into her own lap. Andrea remained in her vulgar beaver watching her young daughter think mature thoughts. That was meant to sober her, and it did.

Andrea let her think, just waited, but after a minute of deep contemplation, Candy looked into her mother's eyes and said, "Mom, I think you are going a wee bit overboard. I am shocked to learn that Drake is a heavy whips and chains freak. Tattoos, piercings ... torture chamber shit? That's what I'm hearing you think I need. Some tattoos and a few piercings where they don't show would be cool, but lets get real. I was thinking sexual plaything, but let's not baby the little bitch."

Andrea grew a smile and said, "Good, but I had to know what you were thinking. I thought I might need to get you to a head doctor. Drake is what he appears, but he does want a plaything he doesn't need to baby. I wanted to know worst case scenario, end of summer. I am sure you'll be slightly disappointed, but I am going to have to grit my teeth and try to keep my mother mouth shut if we approach worst case scenario. Piercing isn't too bad. Those can easily be taken out, but tattooing a child does seem a bit excessive. I can see a future school nurse or gym coach wanting an explanation. And there is always that unforeseen accident that gets a doctor looking your birthday suit over. I would rather not have that worry, but I could grin and bear it if you want it."

"So you were just testing me?"

"I had to know if you were a freak about this shit, because I'm sure he'd never dare do anything you don't want done or anything he didn't run by me first, but you never know. Guys do get stupid when their dicks get hard."

Candy smiled. "Girls get stupid when they see dicks get hard. Great minds think alike."

"Let's work on the timing. Okay, here's what I'll go along with: a very restricted group plaything, two-thirds majority, Drake has my vote, father can stop in anytime and pull the plug at any time. Everything permanent must be cleared through him first. I'm willing to pitch that this evening. If you are willing to play sex slave to a group of hedonists all summer, this is your opportunity."

"I am willing and wanting."

Andrea smiled, "The group will -- for the most part -- be Drake, his roomies, Daring Doug and Dashing Dave, Hardluck Howie, Gail and Tippy, on rare occasion one or two others. The perfectly safe and sensible group - also the most mature and most attractive."

"That leaves an awful lot of hedonists out. They won't like that, and my motto is the more the merrier."

"That is the real group, Candy. All the rest are under-graduate groupies who don't even know where he lives. He wants to keep it that way, so any cool and post-graduate or professor others will come from outside."

"Cool!"

"I'm sure you'll find this cooler. Drake thinks that over an entire summer, you might meet and repeatedly treat as many as thirty, possibly forty, but never more than a reasonable and manageable ten in total at a time. You'll be number eleven, and when your father pops in, he'll be number twelve. Twelve is Drake's limit. He is very strict about that and about house rules, so if we have twelve and your father wants in, someone will have to leave."

"Well, I'm not leaving."

"Someone besides you. He wants you in chains except when you wish to sun, swim, surf, see a movie, crash classes, hang at the union, go out for pizza, or just take a walk in the park to talk while you feed ducks with him. Other than that, he wants you to suffer hell in bondage. Of course, I said, 'Do with her as you wish, darling. Fuck the sexy little bitch.'"

Candy smiled, then went down on that messy beaver and gave it a good mutt lap, starved for Mommy's sexy cunt. She stayed on the clit, then went to her belly to press out on the inner thighs; used thumbs to open the labia lips, then took a big mouthful of the messy guts, sucked, and used her tongue most effectively. Candy's first foray into Mommy licking was a complete success, bringing on a response of exquisite pleasure -- much like a cat's mewing pur,r and a petting hand on the head to show how much a mother approves of actions such as what.

Andrea purred, "Ummm ... you're doing the mutt's job, but doing a fine job. I am very impressed. As you see, I do not slap a sexy little bitch cunt-sucker. I was thrilled to find out I gave birth to one. I sure didn't marry one ... ummm, exquisite."

Andrea watched Candy suck enthusiastically; the preteen kept to the less messy upper half while reaching between her own legs with two hands to take care of a very personal need. The sight of her sexy little girl masturbating while sucking on a mother's fucked cunt gave Andrea her first true hedonistic rush and brought on a new rush of loin lust when Andrea thought she was all spent out for the evening.

There was one more -- and Andrea wanted it sucked out as badly as that daughter wanted to suck one out. Andrea quickly gave that girl every sign to keep that up until an orgasm was reached. That yawning, grinding, undulating crotch said "Suck this cunt!"

The two hands holding tiny Candy's head also said, "Suck that cunt!"

The sounds of Candy slapping at at her overheated clit, squelching fingers deep into her soupy baby-cunt while she sucked Mommy, were incredibly erotic -- they almost drowned out the sound of her moaning into her mother's pussy.

Andrea finally spoke. "Suck my fucked cunt, Candy. Audition for the part and work on that wife for your daddy. You need your daddy's cock in your pussy, that's what you need. Oh, yeah, you like that idea ... got the slut all fired up. Work it, Candy, cum with mommy. Baby, I'm right there. Work that sexy little pussy that Drake raved about, then whined about not getting after all that good foreplay. He sure thought he'd be getting some of that good, tight, slippery, juicy, cherry preteen pussy, and had every reason to. How many ways can a mother say, 'yes you may fuck my sexy virgin daughter' -- without coming right out and saying the words?"

Candy was loving the talk, struggling to pull an orgasm out of her own pussy. The one in her mouth was ready when she was, her mother using firm hands to ease her then encourage, ease, then encourage, all the while talking to the sexy little cunt-sucker.

Andrea said, "You can't say I didn't encourage that group to go for it. I certainly made no objections. Those finger-fucking freaks sure gave a mother cause. I sure passed their tests with flying colors, then flunked the final when I showed up without the sexy little bitch. They were all there at five, waiting on me to show up with you so that Drake could do as he said he'd do - fuck us both. There was great disappointment, and the whole group was there -- all eighteen, four lesbians who want you, fourteen college guys who want to fuck you, all looking at a big chicken."

She was almost there, so Andrea said, "I felt bad, but I did do a cool thing. Before Drake and I left, before I knew about groupies, I told Hardluck to put Drake down for five, two of each hole and a blowjob -- and to pencil in one of each on Candy's tally sheet for Drake, too. He's already fucked your grasping little asshole and dumped his cum in your little pussy, Candy; you just haven't given him what he owns yet."

That got her. Andrea felt her daughter shudder as she latched onto her Mommy's clit.

"Yes, cum together ... ungh ... UNGH! Oh yes, baby, eat that nasty pussy. Oh yesssss...soooo good. Ohhh, you are a nasty little whore!"

Andrea said that, because Candy went down on the ooey gooey core, sending her tongue in deep with lips pressed tightly to the hole. This was after her powerful orgasm had abated. This was good post-climax service that Andrea should have discouraged but encouraged with pulling hands that merged that pretty girl's face to a fleshy and messy fucked cunt. Whatever discouraged Candy earlier was no longer a problem for her. She went there on her own. All she got from her mother was encouragement after getting there and staying.

Andrea was very impressed, and said, "You are going to be such a good sexual playing for that raunchy bunch, and I do want you to be good and raunchy for them. I wished I had told them they would get you, but I did tell and promise Drake I would do my very best to get you for the true group. When he wanted all of my clothing, he got everything, shoes and all, no whining. At the time, he said I earned punishment. I thought so, too, and thought I got off easy. When he finds out my chicken-shit act cost him a fine cherry, I fully expect I'll catch hell. The look I gave you wasn't for fucking or incest, it was for giving Drake's prize cherry away."

That brought Candy out and into a sitting position, saying, "He was too big -- so odds are, he wouldn't have gotten it, and I told him so. I could get him in my ass, maybe, but I can take a baseball bat. He kept trying for my pussy anyway, and the cherry did get busted on his long fuck finger. He got it in the student union at the afternoon break, so he shouldn't cry about his prize cherry. He also got promised a raw fuck as soon as I had the prize pussy ready for a cock as big as his. That is a really big cock for a virgin eleven-year-old on the small side."

"He is a true pony cock, and a stud pony at that. Cums like a bull, too. Those balls aren't just decoration. Those are functional nuts hanging onto a cock that never quits."

"To you that's a pony cock, but I'm looking at a big stallion cock - great cock, but not for any hole I have. By Saturday all three will be if we're going to do this thing for real."

Andrea was still lying against the door in a slumped beaver aimed right at Candy, and Andrea was playing with it. That slippery, oozing beaver was a big distraction to Candy, a sure sign that Andrea was still glowing, still super turned on, loving what they were into and contemplating getting into, trying to make it all more real and doable.

Candy understood and was in no hurry, and it was neat watching her mother play with a vulgar beaver. To see that better, Candy aimed the map light and put the whole crotch area in a spot light. Andrea enjoyed being stared at by a girl who loves pussy that much. Candy proved to Andrea that she did, so Andrea was teasing that girl, possibly tempting her to get down to do more licking and sucking, and this time in good light.

Eventually, Andrea said, "Before we approach your father, we need to be sure about this. I'm sure I'm willing to place you in sexual slavery for one summer, and I now have no reservations about leaving you unsupervised. I think if you have the fantasy, you should leap at this unique opportunity."

"I do have it -- bad, and I know I may never get a better shot. Not, at least, as a young girl, which is a big part of my fantasies."

"An itch like that left unscratched usually gets worse. Best to get it well scratched now, I think. That would be my argument for, buttressed by my opinion that those who play slave girl are all responsible and mature, and that established rules will be followed."

"That will be important to him -- that, and a free pass to play."

"Just because they are true and trusted doesn't mean they won't play rough and raunchy. The true group calls themselves the wild bunch. By the way, Hardluck has the other half of the beach front duplex that he shares with Gail and Tippy. Those six go back to junior high school, and they got the name in high school. They just keep on picking up groupies -- a foxy mother and young daughter is what they have always wanted but never got. This is a very big deal to them and we could not be more perfect unless we were natural blondes. Exceptional brunettes are as good. You need to be absolutely sure. I don't want you wimping out after one rough weekend."

When Candy was sure she was being tempted back, she got back down on her belly and began licking the interior of the cunt her mother pulled open for licking. When she needed to talk, she talked and licked. She now needed to, so she said, "If I'm good and ready for it -- and I can take a lot of fucking in any hole. I won't wimp out. I can't guarantee it won't get old before summer is over. Once that itch gets good and scratched, I might say 'I've had enough' - but that isn't wimping. That's changing. I'm going through a lot of those, but right now, I'm heavy into my sex slave fantasies - got a bad itch that needs a good long scratching. Right now, all summer sounds pretty good, and that wild bunch group sounds perfect. I like all six of them. If I had to pick my six favorites, four guys, two chicks, those would be the six."

That speech took a long time with Candy pausing at every third or fourth word to do some licking in good light. Andrea did love watching that, and said, "I'd like to see you go the distance, if not as a sex slave in bondage, then at least as a play-thing we all get to play with: here, there, wherever. While I'm part of a hedonist group, you are too fine to leave alone, and I will get used to this type of service damn quick. I'm used to it already. I don't want to wake up one morning and find out that I have lost my precious cunt sucker and have to go back to letting the mutt lick peanut butter out my snatch."

Candy was licking womb all through that, but came out smiling to tease the clit then say, "You, too?"

"I wondered if that was you teaching him nasty tricks."

"He doesn't need peanut butter. Duke knows that pussy is damn good stuff all by itself. Me and Duke have that in common."

"I'll take your word for it -- but the gash never had much appeal, mostly because I was forced with a knife at my throat, and it was a bloody ex-virgin who had been butt-raped first. That does color one's world and get one back onto the straight and narrow with blinders on. I hope to get over my vaginal aversion this summer, and I am thrilled to see that you love a royally fucked cunt. You'll never get any argument from me, but are you just doing this to thrill me, or do you love pussy this much?"

"I love your sexy pussy this much. I'd love to shave all the hair off, but the pussy looks great, smells great, and tastes great even all poopy & fucked up. I thought it would be gross and yucky, but it's not. I could lick you all clean and do your asshole if you'd like. I'd like to, actually."

Andrea laughed. "That's good to know, but we should leave some for da mutt. A shave is in order. In fact, a shave was an order. You won't believe this, but I am considering a clit piercing and a tattoo for my sexy shaved pussy."

"I'll believe that when I lick it."

"That shave is a big deal for me. I have never shaved a hair down there for fear of what an emergency room crew might think. You could eat off my panties for the same reason. Would you believe I wash my asshole each and every time I take a crap? You could eat off that, too. I wouldn't recommend doing it now, with ass the semen still dribbling out -- but under normal circumstances, you could spread peanut butter and jelly on my asshole, lick it all off, and swear you had a PBJ without the bread."

"Had it with sexy buns, even better. That's how I want my PBJs from now on, and I speak for all sibling offspring -- and Duke. Trust me, Mother, there is not a lot of difference between your male offspring and Duke. I have noticed a tail and some fangs, that fur coat, but that's about it. Why bother wiping ass, much less washing ass? Just call one of the boys. That's what I do, and they'll fight over pooh pooh."

"Are you serious?"

"As cancer of the clit, and they'll drink piss and thank you for it, all except Duke, but he'll lap at it while wagging his tail. You gave birth to shit-eating, piss-drinking mother fuckers ... wannabe mother-fuckers. I am tired of hearing it. Tonight they'll see what they're not getting until they grow balls enough to go for it. If you give them any without earning it in the bathroom, you're a fool in love with wiping and washing your own butt."

"Oh, Candy, I am changing so fast my mind is a blur. I want to, I don't want to, I want to be something in between, don't know what it is, but I know wrong from right, and this is all wrong. Honey, I am willing to be bad and do wrong, but I am not willing to ruin your life or contribute in any way to it's ruination. Stop being wonderful. Sit up and talk seriously with me - mother daughter serious. Try to imagine where you'll be twenty years from now if I act totally irresponsible, now, if I don't do what I know is right. I need to guide you, re-potty train you, and make you play golf by the rules."

Candy was sitting up, close to a mother who was now sitting up with her back on seat back. She threw arms around her mother, then kissed her on the lips, not a mother daughter peck but a lover's kiss that had the taste of pussy. When the kiss ended, noses were still touching as eyes locked and the daughter said, "I will love you whatever choices you make, but love you more if you let me make some."

Easing back a bit, Candy said, "You have the right to parent me, direct me, mold and shape me, but giving me some leash is a gift I will always appreciate even if I got fucked up while on given leash. When you pull hard on my chain and drag me back, I'll never whine or bitch. You are my master. I just never told you. I'm telling you, now. You are the master of my dreams, and you are a very good master: strict, sometimes harsh, but always in control with my leash in your loving hand. I live to serve my master."

"Where do you see us twenty years from now?"

"Twenty years from now, I will be married to a very understanding man who is helping me raise my father's children. I will be barefoot, pregnant, and I will ache to hear you tell me and my daughters that when I was your child, living in your home, I served you well and never once bitched, whined, or complained. If you give me to others who ruin me with perverse joy and no love in their immature hands, I will be hurt and disappointed in you. I will still serve my master. You will always be my one and only master. My loving husband breeds me to my father, but you are my mom. When you enter our happy home, the master has entered."

"I pray you always feel that way."

"You have no idea how I feel. I would eat your shit and drink your piss, but that is a character trait of any offspring of yours. That is an expression of love and adoration to the Nth degree. I know that my brothers love and adore me. I know because they prove it to the Nth degree. I want proof, and I am eager to prove it to you."

That melted that watery-eyed mom, who took that child's head to her bosom, held her tight, stroked her head, then softly said, "Every decision I make from now on will be with a twenty-year vision in mind. I very much want to be your master. I will give you a little leash with this wild bunch. This itch needs scratching, and I have one to see you get proper discipline. I could never give it to you, and Drake won't, but there are three wild ones who are into that shit."

"Let me take a wild guess -- Hardluck, Gail, and Tippy?"

"Good guess. They'd love to handle all of your bondage and discipline on their side of the duplex, called the dark side. They already have a B&D motif and toys. He said he'd go along with whatever I'd tolerate so long as he was sure you were willing to suffer it and had a safety bail-out signal with a light-side safety observer looking for the signal. That made your mommy's pussy very wet, Candy -- and as much as possible, I get to be an observer."

"Makes your daughter's pussy very wet, Mommy. Your one failing as a sex slave master is your inability to apply the right kind of discipline to the right place on a girl, or use any instrument. When you do use your hand on my bare ass, there is way too much love in it. To do it right, give free hand to a good sadist, then decide when the bitch has had enough."

That very excited master said, "I agree, and I would love to do that. We must do this right, as defined by Drake, who is leery of me as a light-side observer working alone. Getting a bad rape at age sixteen did fuck me up. His concerns are valid. We must do this his way. I can observe -- but can't be the safety observer."

"We must if we're to get any good scratching done."

"I am so ready, but I am clinging tight to your leash, or handing over your leash to someone who has my full faith, trust, and confidence. Right now, that would be Drake, your father, and your big brother, Mark. Drake swears by Doug and Dave. When I can swear by them, I'll add them. I'll be adding others over time, possibly myself if Drake agrees, but that's enough to see that you never are without a responsible overseer. Do any of them bother you, any reservations?"

"Not if you don't have any. I'm looking at a dream team that only needs another dreamy female. Are you open to suggestions?"

"Sure."

"Tandy."

"Johnson, your third grade teacher?"

"Yup!"

"Sweetheart, I know Tandy Johnson very well, and from way back in high school. We were going to be nuns together until we got fucked together. That story I told about the black jock who gave us a ride and good reason to hate blacks and jocks - that was Tandy who got knocked up. That was her fucked and fucked-up pussy I ate to the point of aversion. What on earth would make you pick her other than she is a terribly cute and sexy blonde?"

"She tastes good, too, and can discipline a child perfectly, knows exactly where and with exactly what - puts an itch in a sexy little bitch. No one can scratch that itch like Madam Tandy. She is dandy - loves her Candy; she's got a sweet tooth - more a fang."

Andrea couldn't imagine but was very intrigued. Tandy didn't live far, just a few blocks down, good Catholic, excellent fellow teacher, raising three daughters with a much older black bastard. That, itself, lead those who don't know to see a mixed-race marriage; raising three perfect and pretty white girls in natural blue-eyed blonde, an eyebrow lifter except to those in the know -- but this new revelation had Andrea's brows lifted high. She said, "Very interesting - very ... very interesting. Seems we both had the same itches put in us."

"Same itch, but she married a sadistic prick who insisted those girls be properly disciplined, and liked watching the black bastard do it while the mousy wife sucked his sadistic prick and watched along with him, and couldn't say shit with a mouthful of sadistic cock. That worked until she decided the best way to get rid of the asshole was to try chewing his cock off - worked real good, and her son kicked the mother fucker's ass. Toby is really a good guy, loves his sisters a great deal, not to the Nth degree, but those are very rare. She learned to do it perfectly. Toby does it perfectly. Those girls are perfectly disciplined."

"I wonder what else he does perfectly, and I'm not alone."

"Toby is a perfect mother fucker. They may as well be husband and wife. They can babysit me anytime. Those three girls of hers are yummy - yummy as mummy. If you like big cocks, strap on Toby and go for a ride. You could add Toby and Tandy as observers. If I tell her you're now cool and wise, she'll want in with three very sexy natural blonde daughters as payment and playthings. She's itching to get more of your sugar snatch, Mommy - got me dreaming about it - now I can tell her it still looks good, but tastes like shit and cum all mixed."

They both laughed. Andrea said, "She's won't believe you."

"She'll tell me I did the wrong hole. Flip her over and try again."

"Sounds like Tandy never got the aversion."

"She got it, but got over it. She knows you still have it because she's hinted enough."

"Yes, she has done that. Well, this is very interesting - two mothers, four daughters, one long hot summer. I know Wade will wade in, now. I do know how much he aches to bang Tandy's tarts, all three, and I began hearing about it three years ago when the littlest one was only six. The potential in him to fuck you was never lost on me. What I could not see was how he could ache to fuck them and not you. Even pretty little Tammy is no match for his Candy."

"Mom, it's getting late. Are we stalling?"

"I suppose. I'm afraid of taking this next step. Fucking Drake fulfilled a long-held fantasy to get royally fucked in a car parked in a semi-public place - my rape without any weapons or any other chick to get half of the attention. That's all I was set to do. This next step is a biggie, a step into a void of unfulfilled fantasies, and taking it holding your hand - a very big step, Candy, very big. Then again, if I don't take it, Drake will keep looking for his perfect mother and daughter. He may bump into Tandy and score big. Itches do get worse if left unscratched."

"Mom, in this case, doing the right thing is scratching bad itches and getting over old hangups. The church would disagree, but the church lives in a church world ruled by ten simple commandments, enforced by sexless priests and nuns."

Andrea smiled. "They're not as sexless as you might think, and the commandments apply to everyone except them. Just be thankful you weren't raised in Catholic school as Tandy and I were. We were becoming nuns for the sex. You do make a good point, though -- erhaps the right thing is to take this big step. I'd love to get Tandy's take. We don't really talk about sex -- the old days, the rape, or our personal lives. We just go about our business. Every semester, I get an attitude check. If I were to get one right now, I do believe I would carry her hand the rest of the way up my leg to my pussy and smile."

"Mom, there is nothing to be afraid of. Tandy made the jump years ago. She and her girls are so much better off after she did. Toby is, too. They are all so tight you can't believe how tight. I envy the way they live, and I have had a taste-- well, more looking than tasting, really, because Tandy doesn't want to do anything with me without your consent. I get the fuck teased out of me. That is so hard to watch and not jump in."

"I had a taste of that in the first class."

"Yeah, I climbed all over this mother daughter day. I saw it as a breakthrough day, when you could watch a pervert polishing my cherry while talking too loud about how much he wants to fuck me, cum in my pussy, and knock my sexy young ass up. I could see you eating that shit up. Next thing I know, we are both jacking on that pervert's stiff cock, and banging heads trying to suck the fucker. I'm thinking this is it, the big breakthrough I was told to look for."

"I was thinking he wanted to rape you pregnant with that big horse cock - horse cock to you, of course. I pictured it black and giving you holy hell wherever he shoved it in to the balls. Sucking him was my way of giving even more encouragement. I had no intention of sucking him off. I had every intention of leaving that class, all three of us, to go to the car -- I would have slid that thick fuckstick into you, wet with my kisses, whether you wanted it or not."

"You're fucked up, but that was a breakthrough: confronting your worst fears and just getting it over with. Tandy told me you might do something like that. I was to look for the signs, nurse the signs along, but to not allow myself to get raped. She told me at the first sign, start fucking, get ready, and don't become a victim. If possible, get you two together before anything big happens. She says there is a way to do this right. She does know what she's talking about, but you should take a few more baby steps by baby-stepping into the loving, adoring bosom of your family."

Andrea smiled, nodding. "Makes sense."

"Take a week of baby steps, but don't take the big step until you have a heart to heart with someone who has been there. Hopefully, you can do all that by Saturday noon, but there's no need to rush. That is the really big step, not walking naked into your own home and getting comfortable with being totally sexually open. That's all we are after for starters - getting loose as a goose - so loose it doesn't bother you in the least when your kids all act like the dog - all begging a pee pee or pooh pooh treat knowing that a good suck job makes you generous."

"Christ, Candy, what type of mom is that?"

"A snack bar. We all want a naked mom who doesn't mind being sucked on and licked, even when she is fucking the dog."

"Happy mother's day. Is Tandy that type?"

"Very much that type. We all spend time over there and pretend she's our mom. I even take Duke over there so he can pretend, too. She has three doggies of her own, one for each little bitch, but she loves Duke. He is a real good bitch fucker -- too big for most of us girls, but just right for a woman who loves a good hard fucking by an energetic stud with a big cock."

"Candy, how could I not be aware that you kids were spending so much time at Tandy's?"

"For one, we intentionally kept that hidden. You don't care where we are as long as we are all together and keep checking in. Every time I told you I was sleeping over at the minister's house, I was sleeping over at Tandy's. You never checked. When I walk Duke, I walk him straight to Tandy's, get him bred, get some action, then home after a three or four-hour walk."

"You sneaky little bitch!"

"You are easy, too easy, as though you suspected but didn't want to know. A girl on probation for a sex crime bears watching. You did for two weeks, then it was business as usual. Face it, Mom. You have been raising rape-bait since I was seven and in first grade."

"God, this is buzzing my scrambled brain. You're not pulling my hind leg. She is really like that: gives potty treats, bitch in heat, the whole bit."

Candy smiled, nodding yes. "She likes it when me and her daughters take turns fisting her. She can get two little girl hands in front, two in the ass; we make out for her while she cums."

"And she is able to present to the world the image of the opposite."

"I suppose she's still the way she was when I went to Fields Elementary, because she has been that way since the divorce. That was over three years ago. All through my fourth grade she was like that. We've been going there since then, every chance we get. She inspired me to be the country club wood nymph, hoping that might break you loose. Mother daughter days came after that flopped. We were about to abandon them, to try something else. This was to be the last one. The next was to be you discovering me and daddy fucking."

"Has he been in on this?"

"Mostly, no -- but recently, yes. I had to start warming him up for the new approach. He is fully caught-up and totally on-board now - and he does like fucking my ass. He's just waiting on you and wondering how to be. They all are."

"I have to be ready even for the baby steps, because those incestuous and terribly vulgar baby steps will cause a big step in the way I live my daily life. I don't deny I get a hedonist rush just thinking about it, but I also get a rush of revulsion. I can't picture myself mothering children who all act like vulgar animals, wanting disgusting treats from a real bitch. It is a powerful rush but in both directions. That's why I'm still rooted here."

"If you're not ready, you're not ready, but I don't see how you could be readier. If this is my best chance to get scratched, it's yours, too. I'll get my itches scratched -- but will you, if this doesn't do the trick for you? I'm thinking that if this won't do it, you're stuck in a rut on a straight and narrow boring-assed road that your loving husband doesn't want to be on."

"Honest opinion, Candy: what will happen if I can't get out of this rut? Is my marriage in jeopardy? Your opinion."

"I am thinking that when he gives up hope, he will divorce you and marry Tandy. She is the kind of wife he wants, but he'd rather have it in the flavor and style of you. Tandy is cute and sexy -- but she's no Andrea, Mom. Right now, he's filled with hope and terribly excited. He sees breakthrough as clearly as I saw breakthrough. Since this is taking so long, I'm sure he's worrying and fretting right now. Frankly, so am I. I think you climaxed one too many times. I should have left a sexual edge on you -- but I got over-eager, over-excited, over-confident, and I thought you had broken all the way on through."

"I haven't, but I can't allow Wade to give up hope. Fuck it, Candy, I have to take the baby steps. I must, at the very least, do that -- and keep on doing that, with a breaking on through being the goal. I can't go on in this rut. Anything is better. Candy, you have my permission to drag, poke, push, and prod me along as you see fit. I think these next four days need to be nothing but baby steps while you prepare to be a sex slave for the summer."

"I want to go to college with you each day and not be dropped off - no ditching."

"You'll get raped, and you might not like that."

"Drake won't rape me, but he will get me used to a bigger adult cock. We should spend some time at his place and some at Hardluck's, get a taste, baby stepping ever onward and away from the rut. At home, we'll take it slow and easy, getting you used to life as a sexy and terribly delicious bitch, helping you get even further from the rut. Your every waking moment must be a movement away from the rut even if all you do is play with a shaved beaver."

"That might be the best strategy, simply not letting this breakthrough day end till it breaks on through."

"You also need to spend quality time with Tandy at her place, our place, Drake's pad, a duck pond, whatever -- but bring her into your life and be open to anything sexual."

"Yes, that would be wise, and nice. I am very open to that. I always knew that if I was to ever get over that aversion, it would have to be with her. We were very sexual prior to getting raped together. You could say lovers ... but I think the very best of friends, intimate friends, is more accurate. There was a time I very much enjoyed licking her pussy as well as watching her lick mine. We never made love or even sixty-nined, but we did like getting each other off orally while the one being served just watched. That big, black, jock jerk asshole ruined it and us. Sorta like bumping heads."

"We're still going to suck that pony cock together. He didn't ruin her, and there's still hope for you."

Andrea smiled. "At least I didn't get my ass fucked or get knocked up. Tandy got both and hurt pretty badly, too. Funny that she was first to get over it, and here I am still struggling."

"She had a lot of help by marrying the right asshole truck driver. You married a nice guy, a toy choo choo train driver. What pressure were you under to get over it?"

"Excellent point -- but I'm under pressure, now. Candy, I'm ready."

"Can I go get them ready, or should I stick by you?"

"I'm fine. Go get them ready, and tell your father to please be patient with me - baby steps, but the first will be nude, unashamed, open, and letting Duke do his job. I'm not yet ready for any doggie kids, although I could be ready to give you some pee. While you are gone, I am going to close my eyes and see myself being that way."

"Tell me how you see this going and it'll go that way - no surprises."

Andrea thought, then sat up. "Okay .. good idea. I'll be in my recliner with my legs hung over the armrests letting Duke do his thing. Whatever he does is his thing, but I will try to act like it's the usual."

"If you do that, he'll lick you then fuck you. That is Tandy's favorite way."

"I figured as much, but no one encourages or discourages. You all pull up chairs and stare while I tell you about my parking lot fuck, then tell about our time out here. While I talk about what we did, do me like you did. I would love to pee while getting sucked, so I might do that if you are wanting it, drinking it, loving it, wanting more. I do have to pee real bad. Can you see drinking a bursting bladder full of piss?"

Candy couldn't stop smiling. "Your piss, sure -- dream it all the time, and do it all the time for Tandy while pretending she's you. Don't even concern yourself one bit about that, but your sons are going to be so jealous if I get all of the mommy nectar."

"Dare I ask what my shit is?"

"Butt fudge, but don't get a swelled head. Mine is, too, and so is Tandy's, Tammy's, Mandy's, and Cindy's. Any good looking bitch produces butt fudge."

"Oh good lord ... my three sons, shit-eating mutts."

"The trick is to bury their nose in your cunt while they eat the fudge. Get's em high, I guess."

"If I ever pass fudge to any of you kids, we have gone on through."

"Hold that thought and keep that goal in mind. Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

With that, Candy left the car and dashed to the front door of the house. Five minutes later, she was back and opening the driver's door, saying, "Your audience is naked and erect. Your dog is eager to meet you -- as in 'M-E-A-T, meat' - got him pumped up. Are we still ready?"

Helping her mother to stand, Andrea said, "I don't know what I am, but I am not going back into that rut. Lead the way."

Candy led the way into the house and straight to the recliner that already had five chairs pulled around in a half-moon fronting the chair. Wade, seated in the center chair, assisted Andrea in taking her seat with Duke already licking legs and ass. He began at the door and tried a rear mounting before Andrea got seated. She got some dick in her pussy and took a few jabbing strokes before Wade and Mark arrested the over-eager dog.

That served as a delightful ice breaker, which built confidence in the nervous bitch. Andrea didn't react -- except positively, and even looked willing to take her fuck standing up. The others wanted her to take it sitting down in a good beaver, so they arrested that fucker, then assisted the bitch, perching her butt at the forward edge, then hanging her hind legs for her. Splits-wide wasn't good enough for Luke and John. They weren't satisfied until the knees were almost in her armpits and the asshole was up and fully exposed.

Satisfied, all took seats -- with Wade holding firmly to Duke's collar. They all wanted to get a good look at that vulgar, slippery spread before the mutt got in their way. Andrea didn't seem to mind their overt stares. She caught Wade's smiling eyes, prompting him to say, "My. T'would appear you have been terribly unfaithful."

"Not to my lover, and I do now have one."

Her loving husband smiled. "Two, if I turn loose of Duke."

"If you want me to have two, turn him loose."

That was all Wade needed to hear. Duke went right to that mess and ate like a famished hound. He went at that asshole like it was full of peanut butter, repeatedly sending his long tongue deep into her colon. Andrea had never had that unique pleasure before. That sensation needed finger action on the clit. That was when Andrea noticed Candy seated on the right zooming in to capture the event on the video camera.

That did nothing to cool that woman off -- in fact, quite the contrary. She turned out to be quite a ham for the camera, soon reaching in with both hands to pull open her glistening cunt, which drew tongue action to that hole. That bitch was soon every kind of turned on and ready for a mount -- or, as the wild bunch would say, a frontal assault. The irony was that her first dog fuck would be people style, whereas her first person fuck had been doggie style.

Candy could see how ready her mom was and said, "It would appear the bitch is in heat -- then again, she did say she was. Seeing is believing. We may get a litter of people pups out of this horny bitch. Mom, when you are ready, pat your chest and say, UP BOY. Be ready to guide his cock or it's pot luck. Whip me up a creamy pussy delight; I'm in the mood to slurp doggie-cum from your Mommy-cunt."

Andrea was ready, patted her chest, said 'UP BOY' -- the mutt mounted, the bitch captured the cock and steered it to the pussy hole. That dog had as much cock as Drake with the addition of a knot about the size of Candy's fist. He crammed knot and all into that bitch, then fucked her hard, which crossed her eyes and had her flailing her head like a bitch in heat getting the dog shit fucked out of her.

The dog was trying to lick her mouth, and could when Andrea stopped flailing. She stopped when Candy said, "Hold still and open your mouth wide. Your doggie lover wants to kiss."

This sounded odd, but Andrea followed the odd direction and ended up getting that long tongue sent down her throat, deep down as though that mutt were trying to lick stomach contents the way he licked ass contents. That was the oddest sensation, but that did get her yawning mouth into the back of his yawning mouth. They did look like kissing lovers. She felt like the mutt was licking the tip of his own dick.

She always thought a dog might make an okay fuck, but never dreamed a public mutt-fucking could be so great. The family watching and video taping the event did add to the excitement, bringing about an orgasm that Andrea didn't think was possible, almost two when Duke got his nut and flooded her insides with his hot seed, a most copious load by the feel. That near orgasm left that fucked bitch horny and loving tongue.

She wanted to remain coupled with the beast, and wanted to keep on kissing. He seemed to want the very same thing, seemed to love licking out mouth and getting his tongue sucked. She loved getting his long tongue down her throat, so mindless of all watchers or the tape being made, those two lovers carried on for a solid ten minutes after Duke's orgasm, and Andrea ground her cunt against him until she came again.

Never in Andrea's wildest bestial dreams did she imagine it would be this way or could be that good. Kissing a mutt never dawned on her, as it rarely dawned on most female teachers. Dawns on their students, though -- that, and sexy teacher taking it up the ass like a bitch. What student hasn't thought those thoughts? I'm sure you had at least one female teacher you had those thoughts about.

Fields Elementary had two - one blonde, one brunette. Candy was making a very valuable tape with three brothers who knew the value. When the spent and limp mutt finally dismounted, Candy stopped taping, ejected the tape, and aimed it at each thinking brother, saying, "Touch this tape, any of you, you're dead meat."

The bitch was too wasted to pay much attention to that, but was soon aware of her vulgar repose and her gawking, grinning audience. Dog cum poured from her. Her husband Wade spoke. "My goodness, Andrea, but you are full of pleasant surprises."

"I'm full of your dog's semen is what I'm full of, Wade. I hope you're happy, and I hope you have a safe to lock these tapes away in. If one gets out, my teaching career is over."

He smiled. "I might be able to get you work. Perhaps a carnival?"

Candy had the camera loaded with a new tape. After handing the camera to her father, she knelt at the beaver, rubbed her hands together, then dove in. Andrea wasn't ready for that and neither was Wade who said, "Wait, Candy, I wasn't set. Let me get seated in your chair, then wait for me to say 'action'."

The face came out and licked smiling lips. Andrea said, "This is sick -- as sick as can be, Candy."

"We know. We're sick. Sick as can be ... glad you could finally join us."

"Whatever, but this is very sick."

"I love you, Mom."

"ACTION!"

Down she goes again, but this time, Andrea was ready and eager to see that sick act in good light. Right away, she felt like pissing, so the first time Candy got a mouthful and sucked, she got a squirt she wasn't expecting. That stream made her cough, come off, pound her chest with a fist, then look to her mom with watery eyes to say, "You pissed straight into my lungs. How about some warning, Leaky Lucy?"

"I'm new at this. What sort of warning?"

"Just don't squirt. I'll be ready from now on. Right now, I'm trying to get that mutt semen out. First thing's first."

"I need to pee, first -- so take care of that, then have dessert."

Wade zeroed in on that girl sucking on a pissing cunt, could see her swallowing steadily, could hear his wife making relief noises, and could not believe his eyes or ears, saying, "Darling Andrea, you are blowing my mind, lady."

She shot back, "If you see a lady, fuck her in the ass."

Handing the camera across to his eldest son, Mark, Wade smiled and said, "Here, son, take over. Luke, John, take ankles and put then beside her ears. Candy, give it a rest. I see a lady."

Candy came off and made room for her kneeling daddy, grinning. "You'd see an aardvark if it meant you could fuck it in the ass."

Everyone else laughed, but Wade had one thing on his mind and the head of his dick in it. Getting the rest in was just a matter of lightly pushing. When he was balls-deep in his wife's grasping shitter, he made a sound of pure ecstasy, then stayed still with a grin on his face. Andrea laughed and said, "You're getting sloppy thirds, for Christ's sake. You act like that's virgin asshole."

Now giving her a long and steady stroke, he said, "It is to me, dear, it is to me. But I can tell a horse got here ahead of me. Where'd you find a lover hung like my dog?"

The boys were loving this and Candy was all smile, proud of her mommy. Andrea knew she was doing fantastic, far better than she imagined. She said, "I sure didn't find him at the dog pound. He found me, swept me off my feat, fucked by brains out, dumped cum in me a half-dozen times, and told me he wants our daughter to be his summer sex slave. I said 'no problem'. I want to keep this guy happy, so I presume you are okay with that."

That took the happy pappy aback. He thought, then said, "Maybe he'd rather play with my trains. Did you mention my trains?"

That had them all laughing, because NOBODY plays with Wade's trains. He didn't need to say 'she's the most precious thing I have'.

His one little joke said it, and got him a loving smile from his wife and a kiss from that daughter, who hung on his neck after the kiss and overlooked the slow fucking of her mother's ass. Candy giggled. "He's a hedonist with a beach pad and lots of kinky hedonist friends. Tandy and her three blonde tarts will be slaves there, too. You'll get a free pass to Fuckville, Suckville, and the Candy Kingdom of sexual delights."

He thought, then said to Andrea, "This guy sounds very responsible. I'm in."

Little Tammy’s Big Dickgirl Wedding
by DaleEleven

I was totally shocked when I found out that my best friend Tammy was engaged.

And I mean, like, ‘engaged to be married’. Like … WHAT!?

It was fucking crazy. After all, the two of us were only 12; how many 7th-graders get engaged?

And especially to, like, a high-school girl!?

But here she was – pretty little Tammy, my girl-bestie since forever, with her big sparkling blue eyes and her long blonde hair all done up in curly pigtails – showing me a giant fucking diamond on her ring-finger as we stood there by her locker.

I mean, I was delighted: Tammy needed sexual attention; anybody could see that. And guys weren’t really her thing: she wouldn’t even fuck my dad, who has the best dick I’ve ever had up my ass. And she loved sucking on my mon’s swollen tits while I to turn her tight little-girl cunt into a gaping, well-fucked cock-sleeve.

I do love to rape a bitch. Part of being a dickgirl, I suppose.

So, yeah … a dominant wife to keep Tammy on a leash, dripping cum from all three of her abused young holes was probably the perfect solution.

But I’ll admit I was already a little jealous of this “Abbi” that Tammy kept babbling about.

She couldn’t stop grinning like a fool, and I couldn’t stop staring at her itty-bitty outfit: it was NOT our school-board-approved, totally-up-to-dress-code Catholic schoolgirl uniform. It was, in fact, slutty as fuck.

As the soon-to-be-legal property of this Abbi — a rich girl from a connected family, apparently — Tammy was now exempt from the normal rules about female conduct at school.

Tammy caught me staring. “Oh my god, Chloe! Do I have, like, cum on my tits or something?”

She did, in fact, have cum on her tits. Quite a bit of it, actually. It was hard to notice, though, because the splatters of semen were barely obscuring the words “LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK” written in giant sparkly pink letters on her shirt, which barely came down far enough to cover her firm, perky preteen tits.

Hell, her shirt was so tight & thin you could even see the oversized rings in her nipples. Her tight stomach was bare, with “RAPE MY ASS” written in crude magic marker above her belly button and “CUM IN MY CUNT” written just below.

I felt my long, thick cock getting hard, flopping out of my little panties and leaking precum down my thigh. Seven inches of hot fuck-meat started tenting out the front of my skirt.

“Yeah, Tammy-Doll,” I said. “You’ve got cum on your titties. And on your stomach. And running down the insides of your thighs. But mostly, sure, it’s on your titties.”

Tammy giggled, dabbling a little bit of the thick jizz dripping down her chest with her finger and wiping it on my lips. Some of it tasted like doggie-cum.

She ran her finger across my lips, down my neck and into my shirt, cupping my breast; her other hand reached under my skirt and wrapped around my cock.

She started milking me, leaning in close to whisper in my ear; her hand pulled off my nipple, reached under my huge hairless balls and started playing with my ass. She slipped one finger in, all the way to the palm, massaging my g-spot.

She pulled me in, pushing our huge tits together, biting on my earlobe.

“Oh, do like my new tits? Abbi bought them for me,” Tammy whispered. “I told her I wanted big ones, just like you. I told her how pretty you are. I told her how much I like watching your big green eyes stare at me while you fuck my throat. I told her how good your hot cum feels, deep in my ass, leaking out of me whenever I sit down.

Tammy slipped another finger in, gently fucking me in time with the squeezes and tugs on my cock.

“Abbi says she likes big tits on little skinny girls. She says little girls with big tits are the most fun to rape. Do you think so, too? She says we taste better, too. Abbi says she’s going to snuff me & cook me, but only after I give birth to a new generation of dickgirls to rape me. These fat puppies she bought me will get even bigger, and be all milky, pretty soon. I mean, at least I hope so. Abbi says he wants me pregnant all though Jr. High.

Tammy slipped a third finger up my ass, tugging harder now on my cock. A constant, thin stream of precum was dribbling out for my piss-slit now. She brought her lips closer to my ear, licking my earlobe between sentences.

“She says that if I give her at least two little whores to fuck before I make it to seventeen, she’ll let me live until I’m 24. She says she’ll have her dad cut off my arms at the elbow and my legs at the knees, and I can be her per fuck-toy for a few years before she slits my throat and feeds me to dogs. She says she’ll pass me around to all her dickgirl friends, and let them rape me as much as they want. She says I’ll die with a big carving-knife in my cunt and a baseball bat covered in nails up my ass, with my youngest daughter sucking my tits and a dickgirl’s cock down my throat. I hope she gets me pregnant real soon. Will you help Abbi get me pregnant, Chloe? Pretty please? Will you help her snuff me, and fuck my body as I die?”

I came, splattering Tammy’s legs with long, thick ropes of semen.

She dropped to her knees, pulling her fingers from my ass and licking them clean, and began sucking the last of the cum out of my cock; when I started pissing, she deep-throated all seven inches of me and pulled piss out of my dick until her stomach distended.

“Sure thing, Tammy. I’ll help Abbi get you pregnant, and I promise to have my cock in you when you get snuffed.”

She smiled, blushing, rubbing huge dollops of my cum from her legs into her pussy with both hands. She had heavy-duty rings decorating her cunt, already stretching her pretty pink pussy-lips into something obscene: not too long from now, Tammy was gonna have to tuck her cunt-flaps into her panties like a little boy with a bruised, thumb-sized pecker.

I finished pissing and pulled my fat cock from her hot little mouth with a wet pop; Tammy started to pout until I turned around and let her lick my asshole clean.

The cute, button-nosed little preteen bitch actually squealed with delight as she snaked her long, slick tongue up my shit-chute. She massaged my balls with the one hand not buried to the wrist up her own cunt, probably hoping to make me hard again.

It was working.

Tammy had clearly had one SUPER-crazy weekend.

When my asshole was good and clean and my cock was almost too hard to get back under my skirt, I stepped away from Tammy’s talented tongue, turned around and looked her over: thin strands of spit still connected the firm white globes of my tight cheerleader ass to her pretty pink lips, and she was kneeling in a pool of her cum, squirting like mad all over the floor.

Finally, three fingers still in her kitty, she stood up on shaky knees and started to collect her books.

“Thanks, Chloe. You’re a really great best friend.”

I shrugged, smirking.

She looked like a child-molester’s wet-dream. Her eyeliner screamed ‘baby fuck-doll,’ and her short skirt didn’t quite come down far enough to cover her ass; you could tell she wasn’t wearing panties because long, lube-slick cords were dangling out of her holes: three in her pussy, two in her ass. You could even hear the faint buzzing of the toys going deep inside her, and smell the fresh dribble of greasy girl-juice dripping from her pussy to make shiny smears down her thin preteen legs all the way to her knee-high socks. Her ass-cheeks had thin red stripes crisscrossing the firm white globes: Tammy had clearly endured a severe caning or belt-whipping within the last 24 hours.

A tattoo at the top of her left leg, just below her ass, said “Rape My Pussy”; another tattoo at the top of her right leg read “Gape My Shitter”.

When she turned and bent at the waist, like she did when she picked up her books from the bottom of her locker, you could see the dozens of tally-marks set next to little black dog-paw prints and stylized horseshoes.

I started to wonder where Tammy had met this dickgirl “Abbi”.

I mean, Tammy’s mom was super religious, ultra-conservative, fucking HATED dickgirls, and her dad was as even worse: strict, straight-laced, hyper-vigilant about anybody – like me! – trying to get their cock in one of his precious daughters.

It looked like Abbi had snagged is eldest. I wondered how long it would be until Abbi claimed the whole family.

We walked to class, Tammy’s fingers diddling her pussy as we walked.

None of the teachers or security guards even seemed to notice. Like, I saw pretty young Ms. Simonson blushing and looking away, and all of the janitors were leering at Tammy and tugging at their cocks through their coveralls as she walked by, but all of the teachers just pretended they didn’t notice Tammy’s new look.

I was used to that, as a dickgirl, having walked through the halls with my greasy, blood-dripping, shit-smeared cock flopped out of my fly more times than I can count, but most girls with a cunt can’t get away with that sort of thing.

“So,” I said as we finally sat down together in class. “When’s the wedding?”

“Oh my god, Chloe,” she said, flipping her dress up so she could keep playing with her clit during class. “You so HAVE to be my maid of honor!”

I nodded. This was super weird, but totally fun. Like, only a few weeks ago, I was the wild one and Tammy was the little goody-goody: she would only suck me off in bathrooms & changing rooms, and she had only let me fuck her ass a half-dozen times … and even then, only at my house with the windows drawn.

As I watched, our gorgeous teacher Mrs. Anderson – a dickgirl like myself – walked up to Tammy’s desk and lifted the front of her dress without looking down at her. Tammy fished Mrs. Anderson’s fat cock out of the buxom brunette’s panties and began jerking her off. Mrs. Anderson looked like a fetish pornstar dressed-up like a slutty librarian, and sh had a good-sized dick to match her massive tits; for most of the little preteen whores in our class, it would be a real bitch-splitter.

All the kids in our class stared. Tammy licked the tip of Mrs. Anderson’s cock to get it wet.

“Chloe, seriously, you’re gonna love Abbi. She’s like, just the BEST. Did you know that any guy in the school can fuck me? And that I can tell any guy in the school to fuck any of the girls I want, and they have to do it? And, like, if anybody makes a fuss over any of it, I can get them fired? Or their parents fired? Or even arrested? Like, getting married to Abbi is fucking AMAZING.”

I nodded. I was trying to figure out who Abbi’s parents were.
After Mrs. Anderson came – peppering Tammy’s desk and spraying a rope of jizz on Rebecca, the pretty little redheaded girl who sits behind her – she pissed down the front of Tammy’s shirt.

Rebecca groaned aloud at the cum all over her clothes, which was pretty typical for the stuck-up little redheaded cunt.

Tammy rubbed the piss into her clit, moaning, and another dickgirl in our class, Sasha, took Mrs. Anderson’s place. Sasha pulled out a thick, nine-inch length of pipe that made every girl in class swoon, pushing the bridge of her oversized glasses up her cute, freckled nose as she did so and tucking her lovely auburn hair behind her ears.

Tammy got a mischievous look in her eye. “I’ll get you hard, but you have to cum in Becca.”

The whole class turned to look. Rebecca went ashen white with terror. Sasha giggled and nodded; after she fucked Tammy’s mouth for a few minutes, using long smooth strokes to get her dick properly wet and hard, she pulled her juicy cock out and walked over to Rebecca’s seat.

Mrs. Anderson stopped her lecture and started stroking her huge dick as three guys in our class surrounded Becca’s seat to keep the little redhead from bolting.

Becca tried to fight the rape, which was a bad idea. Sasha casually grabbed Becca’s hair, bent the girl at the waist, kicked Becca’s feet apart, flipped her little skirt to the side, tore off Becca’s panties with one hand and then rammed nearly a foot of cock, thick as a Pringles can, into the adorable preteen’s asshole with a single plunge.

Sasha raped her hard, showing the preteen bitch no fucking mercy whatsoever; every time Becca tried to pull away, thrashing her thin pale limbs in desperation, Sasha laughed and fucked her ruined asshole harder. By the time Sasha pulled out of Becca’s torn-up shit-pipe and moved to the girl’s cunt, Becca was limp, wild-eyed and drenched in sweat.

Becca was in so much pain that she could barely scream; her sobs finally caught up just a Sasha came, filling the little redhead with what seemed like gallons of semen: copious waves of jizz cascaded out of Becca’s abused, bleeding snatch in a torrent when Sasha finally pulled out.

Becca collapsed on the floor, exhausted and shaking, as Sasha wiped her monster cock with Becca’s pretty red hair and began pissing on the unresisting 6th-grader’s lovely, doll-like face.

Another dickgirl, Chelsea, was already ready to go.

“Actually,” Tammy said, “all of you can cum in Becca.”

That’s all the invitation the class needed.

When we all left class, shutting the lights off behind us, Becca was just lying there on the floor with bubbles of cum and blood still steadily oozing out of her cunt and her ass. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t breathing.

The rest of the day was wild: guys – teachers, students, janitors, curious parents, high school boys from across town, one group of dirty old men who casually walked into the lunch room – would randomly walk up behind Tammy, push her down over a table or a chair or just up against a locker, get their dicks out, get their cocks wet and fuck her dripping holes like she was a doll.

Any time she was bored or otherwise occupied, Tammy would tell her “fans” who among our classmates they could fuck. Girls who were singled out got pulled out of classrooms and raped right there on the floor.

Tammy got choked-out a few times, and lots of times she had a stranger’s cock in her mouth, but other than that she just kept up a constant stream of excited chatter, talking about how amazing Abbi is and telling me all about the wedding.

The cute little whore didn’t even break stride when she had Mrs. Jenni’s fist up her cunt and the thickest dick I ever saw splitting her asshole.

Wherever we went for the rest of the day, there was a carnival-like orgy atmosphere: boys and teachers with their slick cocks hanging out, struggling preteens getting gang-raped in the stacks of the library, parents greasing-up the assholes of their daughters before letting fifteen boys in a row dump loads of cum up their colons, and Ms. Simonson naked in jewelry & heels being led around the school on all fours, drinking piss from cocks and licking semen out of cute, abused little cunts.

That afternoon, once school let out, Tammy & I went to the massive cathedral her fiancée – the legendary Abbi – had picked out for the wedding venue. The bus-driver let us off right out front, an adorable pair of ten-year-old twins servicing his beer-can cock: one weeping girl had it speared up her ass, while her sister lapped at the cum running down his huge ball-sack.

Abbi was there, hanging out in front of the church with a wicked grin on her face, leaning casually against a fancy red sports car, and I immediately understood what the big fuss was about.

I’m pretty. Tammy is lovely. But this Abbi girl was drop-dead gorgeous, a redhead beauty not a day over sixteen, with a perfect body: toned, sleek, built like a Greek goddess, all tight tummy and a huge ass, with voluptuous tits beneath a fuzzy teal sweater so tight you could make out the points of her nipples, sporting an absolutely enormous cock stuffed into her skintight white jeans.

“You must be Chloe,” she said, giving me a huge hug. She smelled incredible. “Oh my god, you’re even prettier than Tammy said you were! And this dumb little whore won’t shut up about you.”

Tammy laughed, then Abbi grabbed the girl by the face, squeezed the beautiful preteen’s cheeks, and spit directly into my best friend’s mouth. “I hope you enjoyed your last day of school, fuck-meat. From now on, you worthless dog-fucking piece of shit, you’re spending weekdays on all fours, naked with a collar around your throat, needles in your titties, and a fat cock up your ass, lapping piss & cum out of a bowl when I tell you to, getting raped once an hour on the hour by whoever I fucking feel like until you’re pregnant with twins and your fat whore-tits are dripping milk on the floor. You’ll tell your mommy you were at school … and if she or your limp-wristed faggot dad give me any shit, I’ll choke her out with my cock on your front lawn before I rape her asshole so hard she never walks again.”

Tammy blushed and rubbed her pussy with both hands.

As we all walked into the church together, Abbi gave me a conspiratorial wink and a big grin.

Oh my god, she was beautiful.

The minister, a good-looking and well-built young man with raven-black hair, raised an amused eyebrow when he met us, standing from behind his desk as we walked into his spacious office. His teenage daughter sat beside his desk, a vision of loveliness with perfect, smooth pale skin, a virginal white dress and long black braids. I would have guessed her about fourteen. “Abigail, yes? I understand that you and – Tamara, is it? – are engaged.”

“Yep,” Abbi said, taking a seat with a smirk. “And this starry-eyed little cocksucker is my blushing bride-to-be.”

Tammy sat on Abbi’s lap, nuzzling her betrothed and purring, wiggling her sexy butt on the prodigious cock straining Abbi’s jeans. Pints of cum poured out her in dollops, staining the carpet.

The reverend cast a nervous glance my way as she watched Tammy hump herself on the teenager’s cock. “Oh. I’m just the maid of honor, sir.”

I caught the teenage daughter’s eye. She was hypnotized.

Tammy slipped her little hand under Abbi’s sweater, hefting the high -chooler’s huge tits, and ran her tongue over the girl’s ear. Abbi smiled, adjusting slightly in her seat so the reverend and his daughter could see the python in her pants twitch.

His face took on a deep flush, but he made no move to stop the ladies across from him.

Abbi grinned. “We want you to officiate our marriage, padre. Make her legally my property. I hear you like marrying little bitches off to dickgirls. I hear you have a big cock, too. Not as big as mine, but maybe just big enough to make my little slut-bride cry if you rape her ass. What do you say?”

Tammy is a beautiful girl, and her petite frame magnifies her ample endowments. With her full head of long, curly blonde hair and big sapphire eyes, she is a walking wet-dream; seeing her debase herself like this was turning me on almost as much as watching Abbi enjoy her worship.

In her skimpy attire, the preteen was clearly getting to the preacher as well.

His daughter gulped.

Abbi gestured him over, smirking, as she pulled her sweater off, releasing those perfect triple-D tits; Tammy shifted to wrap her lips around one golden-brown nipple as both of her little hands fumbled with the buckle of Abbi’s jeans.

Abbi’s thick cock sprang free as Tammy worshiped the teenager’s tits, straddling the god-like cock with a tiny hairless pussy still gaped and dripping cum.

When he could see that no one was going to stop him, the reverend stood from behind his desk and walked over, examining the intersection of dripping flesh as Tammy tried – groaning – to capture the head of Abbi’s cock in her overheating cunt.

He got low enough to get the tip of his nose wet, staring in rapt fascination.

Abbi turned to me and said, "Chloe, I think this man wants to fuck your friend’s asshole. Do you think you could ask that pretty girl over there to be a dear and get her daddy’s cock out?"

I smirked, walking to the teenager and pulling her out of her seat by her long black hair. She stumbled as she was pulled towards her daddy, falling to her knees and unable to take her eyes off the thunderous rod jutting from Abby’s smooth, sleek loins.

The reverend was hard as fuck, straining the front of his slacks. His dick pressed against his daughter’s cheek. I put the girl’s hands on her daddy’s throbbing cock, which she began to massage without even glancing at it.

I leaned down and whispered in the girl’s ear, pulling her to lock her knees bent at the waist. “What’s your name, you dirty little cunt?”

“M-m-mmichelle,” she stammered, he breath coming hot and fast.

“Okay, Michelle. Your daddy wants to fuck my friend’s little-girl asshole while Abbi here puts that big cock of hers in my friend’s pussy. Do you understand?”

She nodded, drooling slightly.

“Here’s the thing, Michelle. If your daddy puts his cock up my little friend’s gaping, cum-dripping shitter, I’m going to fuck your ass at the same time.”

She gulped, still unable to take her eyes of Abbi’s cock. Tammy was fucking herself with the first three inches of the huge rod, letting cum dribble down the massive length of the fuck-meat.

Michelle rubbed her daddy’s cock harder, the front of his pants getting dark with slick jets of precum.

“And if he cums in her, I’m going to cum in you; I’ll dump my load in your pussy and get your slut-ass pregnant. Do you want me to fuck your ass while your daddy rapes this little girl, Michelle?”

She nodded, gulping again.

“Then get your daddy’s big fat cock out, Michelle.”

She unzipped his slacks, getting slapped in the cheek for her trouble. The reverend groaned. He did, in fact, have a very nice cock: smooth, slightly curved, with a massive head and huge balls; his length easily ten inches, thick around as my wrist.

“Get it slick, Michelle. Use your mouth to make your daddy’s cock all hard so he can rape this little girl.”

They both groaned, still watching Tammy try to get Abbi’s cock inside her. Eight inches in now, with another eight to go. Cum from dozens of men was spurting out around their intersection, Tammy’s cunt-flesh straining, jizz spraying across Michelle’s beautiful face.

Michelle engulfed her daddy’s throbbing rod, running her tongue along the head and down is shaft, dibbling slobber to run down into the hair of his ball-sack.

Tammy’s ass slowly lowered until it was even with the huge, swollen head of the reverend’s cock, gaping slightly and dribbling cum.

“Don’t let him put his cock in her until I have your ass fully opened up, Michelle.”

She nodded, flushed and panting. As she gave her father a sloppy blowjob, I walked around behind the teenager and tore her panties away. She had a perfectly-rounded, snow-white ass-cheeks; her virginal pussy was dripping a soft, steady patter of girl-juice down her long, thin legs. I ran the head of my cock through her tight, hot pussy-lips, feeling her try to engulf me. Just getting the tip of my dick wet, I could tell she was a virgin.

I lined up the slick head of my dick on her tiny puckered asshole.

“This is going to hurt like fuck, Michelle, and you’re gonna be a pregnant slave for dickgirl cock the rest of your life. Fuck, I might chain you to the foot of my bed for my dog to fuck. So last chance. Are you REALLY sure you want to see your daddy rape this little girl?”

She nodded, grunting and pushing back against me. She was holding her dad’s big cock with both hands, half lining up the head with Tammy’s oozing, greasy shit-pipe and half holding him back from plunging himself balls-deep in a single stroke.

“Okay, then. Put your daddy’s big dick in there.”

In one fluid motion, the reverend pushed himself into Tammy at the same time I took possession of his daughter’s asshole. She gasped as I fucked her in long, slow strokes, feeling her ass grip me like a fist.

She screamed into the intersection of her father’s flesh with the two rutting girls as I began to fuck her in earnest. “Lick his balls as he rapes my little friend’s ass, Michelle.”

She did as she was instructed, although she nearly collapsed to the floor in agony. Her untouched cunt spasmed, squirting jets of cum down her legs.

I felt her asshole clenching me. I wasn’t the first one to fuck this ass, although I was by far the largest. She gasped, using one hand to hold onto her father as he anally raped the preteen in front of him, pulling the other hand up to diddle her clit.

“Who else fucks your ass, Michelle?”

She gasped. “Everyone,” she said as she came again. “I’m an asshole slut. All the boys are allowed to fuck my ass. All my brothers, my uncles, my cousins, my teachers. My mommy says butt-sex is the fucking that Jesus can’t see, and I have to be the best at it to make her proud. Mommy likes to watch men fuck my ass; she takes me to stores and tells strangers to put their cum up my colon for Jesus.”

The reverend groaned. Abbi and I laughed. “Do go on.”

“My brothers,” Michelle gasped. “My grandpa, my daddy’s boss, all my uncles, all the boys in school, all the boys in church, all the Sunday School teachers: all of them fuck my ass whenever they want! I go to sleep with a dildo up my ass every night, and get fucked up my shitter by all my brothers over the breakfast table before I go to school.”

I laughed out loud, bottoming-out my cock deep inside her. She puked. Abbi cackled.

Michelle started sobbing, her knees shaking, juices splattering around her fingers as she came again, now forcing three fingers inside herself. “Mommy puts peanut butter up my ass so the dog can lick it out; she gives me hot oil enemas to keep my asshole slick. She keeps trying to get Daddy to fuck my ass, but he won’t. Mommy jerks him off while he puts the head inside, and she makes my little sister suck on his balls and asshole.”

On the verge of cumming, I slipped my cock out of Michelle’s ass and forced it into her pussy; she started sobbing as I raped her virginity away, then squirted again as I knocked her up.

I went home with Michelle as a trophy that night, but not before the Reverend gave her one last ass-fuck to remember him by.

The wedding took place the following week, an utter mockery of a holy union. Abbi arranged it all. The cathedral was huge.

And it was PACKED.

I stood on the bride’s side in my elegant white dress, Michelle dressed only in jewelry & a dog collar kneeling at my feet. Her ass was stuffed with the largest butt-plug I could find, and cum still dribbled around the tight seal with the bright pink ring of her asshole: her stomach was distended with my cum, making her look 8 months pregnant already.

Her father the Reverend stood at the lectern, his cock tenting the front of his slacks.

Behind me were a half-dozen other girls from our 7th grade class, some of them dressed as bridesmaids and some — the ones on leashes — clearly demoted to pet status.

Across from me was Abbi in her short, tight black cocktail dress; the gorgeous gang of teenage dickgirls behind her all looked hungry for young pussy.

Tammy’s family was directly next to the podium, pissed as hell. Her mother looked ready to burst with fury, using her hands to cover the curious eyes of her two youngest daughters. Tammy’s dad was beet red with fury ... but his cock was hard, much to his embarrassment.

The music started, and we all turned to stare.

Tammy little white wedding dress was actually a child's size, made of sheer chiffon. Intended to be worn over a slip and petticoats, Tammy wore nothing beneath it. The frilly top didn’t quite cover her swollen nipples; the skirt's hem didn’t pass the mid point of her ass: she was “dressed” while exposed in all the areas that counted. She wore six-inch spike heels and the train only came to the small of her back. She looked vulgar, a slut bride - the look Abbi wanted.

The photographers, a crew of twelve hired by Abbi’s family to record her wedding day, began filming. They were pretty clearly a porn-company.

Tammy was a vision. The outfit was breathtaking, made more so by the sweat and cum covering her, causing the dress to cling transparently to her tight waist. Her tits may as well have been naked. The frilly ruffles only hid the under swells. Her slutty makeup was smeared and her elaborate hairdo clung to her face.

Tammy’s youngest sister exclaimed, "Holy Shit! You can see her tits and pussy!”

A murmur went through the gathering as Tammy slowly made her way to the podium, alone, to the music of a live orchestra playing a wedding march. She carried a dozen roses with the petals dyed white. The camera crew hovered around her, focusing their lights and cameras on her intimate areas, cum dripping down her legs in cascades from her ravaged cunt & ass.

Giggles and titters followed her as she passed by. The camera men took most of their shots from floor level, aiming their cameras at her crotch and legs.

Tammy mounted the platform with a smile and a louder murmur stirred the assembly.

I could then see what caused the commotion. Tammy has a pussy that can best be seen from the rear. From the front, all you see is the hint of a crack. From the rear, even if her legs are together, her full vulva is visible. After a fuck, her pussy hangs swelled and open. I had never seen it so open or so obscene. I could see her tonsils if it weren't for all the sperm. Her crotch was a creamy mess, and she had cum trails running down the insides of both legs, clear to her heels. The garter on her right thigh trapped a great deal of sperm, but even it overflowed in one long stream to her right heel. No one man — or two dozen men — could have left such a mess.

I glanced around the cathedral and saw that Abbi’s side of the room looked quite amused and proud. They were all smiles. On my side, I saw smiles as well, but I also noticed awed shock coming from Tammy’s mom.

As my best friend stood next to me, Abbi gave me a wicked smile as if to say, "You ain't seen nothing yet."

On cue, Tammy let her flowers fall between her widely parted feet.

Tammy was slightly turned so that her back was to her family's side of the room. She bent from the waist with her legs straight and feet planted eighteen inches. A gasp arose from the room as she fully displayed her naked rear while taking her time in picking up each individual flower, arranging them in her hand while doubled over. While this was going on, the camera crew captured everything. The lighting guys illuminated the area by holding their lights at floor level and shining up her legs. The cameras zoomed in and out on her pussy.

Her friends and family were looking at Tammy’s open, naked, fresh-fucked, and sperm-leaking pregnant cunt and asshole in all their obscene glory.

Abby smiled. Tammy had that look of uncontrolled animal lust I'd come to know so well. She was in heat.

We all faced the reverend and the ceremony began. He began with a long-winded speech about the sanctity of marriage and its role in society: while he talked, the camera crew took obscenely intimate pictures of the bride-to-be. Tammy stood passively as they lifted her skirt or exposed more of her tits. They shot a fucking porno movie ... and they were damn good at it, totally ignoring that a wedding was in progress. They used dildoes on her in both holes and brought her to two orgasms while the preacher kept talking. They played to the crowd, and the crowd seemed to love it. The reverend ignored the frequent bursts of laughter and just kept talking.

Halfway through the speech, one camera-operator took a pair of shears and began cutting away at Tammy's wedding dress. Voices from the audience kept urging him on. Tammy acted as though nothing was happening as what little material she had fell in strips at her feet. In a matter of minutes, she stood naked in heels, cum, tattoos & sex-toys.

I heard a collective "ooohh" and "ahhh" as though someone had sent up a rocket. I turned to see one of the dickgirls on the camera-crew — a stunning blonde girl of maybe 22 — had pulled aside her dress and was now fisting a gigantic erection behind Tammy.

I ooohhed and ahhhed, even. At my feet, Michelle pulled my cock free of my dress and began sucking with a hot, eager mouth, using both hands to play with her own asshole.

The blonde dickgirl was easily thirteen inches and massively thick. After posing for the crowd, grinning, she got behind Tammy and probed the preteen between the legs from the rear. With cum literally splashing out of her and a fat dildo clattering to the carpet, the pornstar slowly took possession of the bride's pussy, sinking her fuck-rod to the hilt.

Tammy paid the girl no mind and pretended to hang on the preacher's every word.

I figured Tammy’s mother would have had enough at this point. I expected her to be hustling Tammy’s little sisters Cathy and Pam from the room. When I caught sight of her, though, she sat staring in rapt fascination. She looked as though she'd fight to stay. Cathy had a look of wonder on her flushed face, and Pam was simply enthralled.

The dickgirl kept fucking Tammy in long, slow, deep penetrations while holding her by the hips. The cameras were focused at Tammy’s stuffed beaver. The preacher droned on with his dick arching to the heavens.

His speech ended and the formal ceremony began in a different tone. That's when I learned that Abbi had tampered with the vows. The reverend read them from a card. Abbi’s simply said, "Do you swear to take this little cunt as your wedded spouse?"

An I smirked. "I guess."

Before the reverend began reading Tammy’s vows, the dickgirl pushed Tammy's shoulders down; Tammy assumed a head-down position, unzipped the reverend’s fly and took the his cock in her mouth. The dickgirl gripped Tammy tightly and pounded her pussy as the preacher read the bride’s vows. By this time no one was surprised, and no one was about to get up and storm out, least of all, Tammy’s mother.

She sat forward and was all eyes.

Tammy’s vows said, "Do you swear to love, honor, and obey Abbi; to remain faithful to her whim; to forsake all independence & free will until death do you part; to permit her to use you as she desires; to treat you & trade you as she pleases; to fill your womb, mouth and anus as amuses her; and to die — amusingly — whenever the fuck she wants?”

The room went silent as Abbi stared at her preteen bride.

Tammy paused in her cock sucking to gaze up adoringly at Abbj. She smiled and said, "Read them again. I'm almost there."

The reverend read again the outrageous vow. Halfway through, Tammy's passionate cries interrupted them as she exploded in climax on the blonde dickgirl’s huge cock. The preacher waited for her to finish. Tammy is a screamer, but this time she really hammed it up. The preacher continued when she resumed sucking. The cute young blonde kept her cock buried in Abbi’s darling Jr. High-age bride while the girl sucked; eventually, the preacher came in Tammy’s talented mouth.

Wiping her lips, Tammy said, “I do.”

Abbi stepped forward and kissed the little girl on the top of the head, to the cheers of the crowd. Her dress was tented in front; Tammy eagerly pulled Abbi’s enormous cock free and performing oral ministrations.

"We have an announcement to make,” said Abbi and Tammy attempted to deep-throat her new owner’s COCK. “Unfortunately, my blushing bride can't make it to the honeymoon; I’ll be in Hawaii with a few new friends.”

The preacher’s wife and younger daughter — I would guess about 10 — emerged from a side-door and stood next to Abbi, blushing furiously. Both girls were beautiful.

“However,” said Abbi, “I’ve rented a suite at the local No-Tell Motel for this ditzy bitch to be tied to a bed in. You’re all invited to stop by anytime, all week long. The room is 1869. Everyone here is welcome, along with your friends. A bride should never be lonely on her honeymoon, after all. And somebody will need to bring this fuck-socket a meal or two, come to think of it.”

Everyone applauded and laughed. When the applause died down, Abbi said, "Okay, now, who wants to fuck the bride?"

By this point, no one was shockable; cocks and pussies were out throughout the church, and open fucking in the pews was more common than solo masturbation. The sobs and gasps of young girls filled the church, along with the rhythmic wet squish of hard cocks pumping into sloppy cunts and greasy assholes.

One man, Tammy’s uncle, was raping his 16-year-old daughter doggy-style over the pew behind Tammy’s mother while the man’s date to the wedding — a knockout young college co-ed of 22 — diddled herself with both hands, her dress hiked up to her hips and her legs spread wide. Next to her, a darling little blonde girl of ten — her daughter — was blowing the man beside her; he was being jacked into the blonde’s mouth by his own wife, who also had a tight grip on her 17-year-old son’s enormous cock.

In the aisle, a tiny 7-year-old Asian girl clothed only in a dog-collar and nipple-piercings was bing ass-fucked by the latest in a long line of men. Her mother, a cute & hugely-pregnant Asian girl of perhaps 19 was busy greasing-up cocks to rape her little girl with both hands, her own pussy stuffed by a massive black dick, milk dripping from her massive swollen tits.

A cute Hispanic mother in her late twenties drank the piss out of her white teenage step-son’s cock while her husband sank his prick into the woman’s sobbing virginal 11-year-old daughter; beside them, another young mother — a redhead — was having her cunt fisted by her youngest son while her ass was split by her eldest. The redhead’s husband, meanwhile, was getting a blowjob from a dark-haired preteen ... or, more accurately, he was raping the sobbing little girl’s face, gripping her by the pigtails and banging her head solidly against the pew in front of him with a dull THUNK every time he thrust his prick brutally into the girl’s ravaged throat.

A trio of teenage girls, their tits out, were pissing on a sobbing fourth girl, idly jerking their boyfriends cocks, as the pathetic little bitch on the floor was sodomized by her own father, a cross from somewhere else in the church jammed in her cunt.

A cute teenager licked her college-age boyfriend’s ass as the boy gleefully tortures the heaving tits in front of him; the girl’s lovely, shy young mother struggled mightily, but her husband pinned the cunt-meat’s arms behind her with his fat cock buried in her asshole. The college-age boyfriend wasn’t the only one playing with the bitch’s enormous tits and eraser-point nipples: half a dozen other teenagers slapped and spit-on the sobbing woman’s meaty hooters she was bounced on the dick ruining her shitpipe.

Only Tammy’s family was still fully dressed, sitting in shock.

Abbi smiled, addressing the room.

“My little whore bride here will suck or fuck any and every cock in this room. Shit, go get a few dogs: she’ll suck & fuck ‘em, too. If you want some of the best pussy you ever had, take a spot in line right up here.”

Abbi pulled her cock from Tammy’s mouth and sauntered down the aisle; she stopped to chuck Tammy’s dad under the chin, ignoring the hard stare from Tammy’s mother. Since Tammy’s mom sat on the aisle and Tammy’s dad sat beside her, Abbi had to lean over Tammy’s mom to chuck the man under the chin; the teen dickgirl’s tits pressed into Tammy’s mom’s face, which appeared to be Abbi’s primary purpose in stopping there.

The entire room stopped to watch Abbi rub her perfect tits on Tammy’s mother's face while the lovely ice-queen sat passively and permitted it. Abbi walked on with a big smile, the Reverend’s wife and daughter following her like the obedient slaves.

The camera crew finished filming the blonde dickgirl dump another huge load in Tammy’s sloppy twat, then helped the bride arrange herself on the altar: ready to be raked by every cock in the room.

I watched Tammy’s father stand in shaky legs.

Tammy’s mother frowned and said, "Don't you even think about it, Harold." He debated for a minute, then walked toward his grinning daughter saying, "Fuck it, Virginia. I am not passing this up. Do what you want, but I'm getting me some of that pussy."

I fully expected Tammy’s mom to storm out, taking Tammy’s little two sisters with her. Instead, she resigned herself to the situation. As the guys lined up, raped her daughter stupid and returned to sing Tammy's praises in the most vulgar and lurid terms, she loosened up a bit more.

The orgy atmosphere was simply too contagious.

Tammy’s ten-year-old and eight-year-old sisters got a big charge out of having front row seats to the gangbang, and especially liked hearing the guys describe their fuck. Hard cocks were evident on the guys waiting a turn. I caught Tammy’s mom doing a little crotch watching of her own.

The third guy — Abbi’s fourteen-year-old brother and state champion swimmer — walked back from fucking Tammy totally naked, sweaty, and dangling a beautiful, wet nightstick-sized cock. He got a standing ovation; Tammy’s mom perked up. Though she didn't stand, she DID clap with the others. He noticed this and went to her; he collapsed in her startled arms, sprawling obscenely in her lap.

The beautiful boy groaned. “Your daughter rapes so good, lady. She REALLY likes it when we hurt her pussy.”

Tammy’s mom gave the thick shiny prick in her lap a good going over with blushing eyes and said, "Yes, it would appear so."

The next one in line was Barbie: a fifteen year old dickgirl with a truly magnificent cock; she was obviously quite proud of it and paraded the pulsing member before the hungry, appreciative eyes of Tammy’s little sister. At one point, with the boy still on Tammy’s mom’s lap, Barbie stood close with her cock bobbing in Tammy’s mom’s face. The beautiful ice-queen followed every movement of the precum-drooling head as Barbie made it bob precariously close to the squirming MILF’s nose.

Every eye in the room was on Tammy’s mother. She made no move to pull her head back as the cock came closer and closer while Barbie teased, "Gee whiz, I sure am looking forward to sinking this in your daughter’s tight pussy, Virginia. Oh, and up her asshole!”

Tammy’s mom’s eyes followed the head of Barbie’s enormous cock like a bird charmed by a snake; Barbie’s cock hit her nose and trailed a strand of thick precum down the front of of Tammy’s mom’s dress. She didn't flinch or draw back, so the next cock-contact was more purposeful: Barbie placed the tip on Tammy’s mom’s lips; the gorgeous ice queen permitted this lewd contact as the teen dickgirl said, "Do you think she'll like my big cock, Virginia?"

While Tammy’s mom tried to reply, Barbie used her hand to guide the tip of her huge dick over moving lips, painting Tammy’s mom with a nice shiny wet gloss as she mumbled, "I think my whore daughter likes any cock ... she will especially like yours, I'm sure."

Tammy’s mom got caught up in the perverse atmosphere, gradually letting loose of her inhibitions under Barbie’s incessant prodding at her lips. Though Tammy’s little sisters were crowded in close, Tammy’s mom opened her mouth and took Barbie’s huge dickgirl cock in. Before long, the lovely mother had one hand fondling the boy in her lap while her other hand pumped the shaft in her hard-sucking mouth.

When the large black man fucking Tammy finished in her cum-drenched asshole, Barbie took her cock out of Tammy’s mom’s mouth with a sucking pop and announced it was show time; the gorgeous MILF looked disappointed and felt a bit foolish sitting there stroking the huge hard-on of the boy in her lap.

The next guy in line was a squat Mexican man with blood and shit on his short, thick dick; a little girl who could have been his daughter — naked with cum running out of her asshole and huge clothespins pinching the pretty nipples of her tiny titty-buds — was slowly jacking his cock, keeping him hard. The Mexican looked Tammy’s mother over and then casually pissed down the gorgeous woman’s cleavage. His little slave immediately bent to lick the dribbles of piss from his filthy dick, letting dollops of cum dribble from her abused shit-pipe onto Tammy’s mother’s shoes.

Tammy’s Mother just sat there, not spring the carmel-skinned couple a glance, stroking the lovely boy's perfect cock.

When Barbie dumped her huge load into Tammy’s hot snatch and the Mexican walked up to the altar, Barbie walked directly back to Tammy’s mom and presented her with a wilting and slime-coated cock. Tammy’s looked up at the smiling teen dickgirl for an instant, then began licking her daughter’s own juices from the cock.

The next in line for Tammy, a cute eleven-year-old dickgirl named Staci, got in line behind Barbie, urging the teen to hurry up so SHE could fuck Tammy’s mom’s face.

Staci was particularly not welcome in Tammy’s home; Tammy’s mom caught the dickgirl fucking Tammy’s ten-year-old sister, Cathy. Staci had her tied, spread-eagled to her bed, with the webcam on and Staci’s cock already halfway up Cathy’s ass

Tammy’s burst in on them and threatened to call the police.

Staci, therefore, was very pleased with the way the wedding was going; she was especially pleased by the way Tammy’s mother took it. Staci always said she could fuck Tammy’s mom if she really wanted to; at this point, it was a quest. Barbie finally tired of the overheated ice-queen’s eager tongue-lapping and made way for Staci. Tammy’s mom looked startled to see Staci’s long, slender cock being shoved in her face.

Staci said, "Here, Virginia, suck my cock. You know you want it."

Tammy’s mom was beyond caring at that point and opened her mouth wide for the girl. Staci fed her nine-inch rod to the woman’s slutty mouth and fisted her shaft while taunting the woman, saying, "Yeah, you love sucking my cock, don't you? I saw the way you gawked at it while I was getting some of Cathy's tight little ass. You wanted to watch me fuck her, didn’t you? You wanted me to rape her underage little cunt pregnant."

Cathy smiled and giggled.

Staci was sawing her long cock in and out of Tammy’s mother’s sucking mouth as the former ice-queen held her head steady: making her mouth just a warm hole to face-fuck. Staci was hamming it up for the crowd, accentuating the fucking of the woman’s beautiful face with hands on her hips and her loins jutted out. Tammy’s mom lent herself for this obscene use by keeping her lips tightly sealed around the shaft. Staci went on, "You were just mad that it wasn't your pussy I was fucking, weren't you?"

Tammy’s mom nodded with the head of Staci’s cock held tightly in her mouth. The gathered people giggled and smirked as the young dickgirl continued, "I'll bet you wouldn't try to break us up now, would you?" This time, she shook her head, no.

"Not if I told you that you were next, huh?" She nodded eagerly.

"You'd let me fuck both of your daughters, wouldn't you?"

She nodded again. Pam, Tammy’s eight-year-old sister, squealed, "Really, Mom? You'd let him do me too?" Tammy’s mom eyed Pam out of the corner of her eye and gave another nod. "Oh, Mom, please say you're not kidding! I want this to really happen. I want to get fucked."

Just then, Staci stepped up her pace, grasped Tammy’s mom by the head, and came; she shot a full squirt in the beautiful woman’s mouth, then jerked free to pepper the MILF’s surprised face. Tammy’s mom tried to catch the spewing strands in mid flight, but only succeeded in getting her mouth and nose a liberal dousing of sperm.

That's when the filthy Mexican and his cum-covered daughter returned, and Staci was up to bat. She was used to shooting twice in quick succession, so Tammy wouldn't be disappointed.

The boy in Tammy’s mom’s lap had not been idle all this time. He had opened her blouse and pushed her bra up over her thirty-six Ds. He had been nursing her right tit while fondling her left. When Staci moved clear, we all had a good look at her tits. Pam, who had moved onto the lap of a particularly friendly uncle, reached over and pulled the flap of her blouse back to more fully expose the tit he was sucking. Her small hand cupped the breast and held it as if in offering to the boy's mouth. She looked around at the smiling faces and said, "Do you guys like my mom's big titties? I think she likes showing them. Mom, do you like having your titty sucked on?"

Tammy’s mom smiled and said, "Yes, sweetheart. I like it very much. It makes me want this nice boy to fuck me.”

Pam, squirming on her uncle’s cock, immediately attempted to completely remove her mom’s blouse. Her mom didn't help at first, but she eventually eased forward to facilitate the removal. While leaning forward, Pam unhooked the bra then removed it, leaving her own mother naked from the waist up.

Tammy’s beautiful mother looked a sight when she sat back. She was still nursing the boy at her breast while stroking his hardon, her face dripping cum. Pam said, "Mom, don't you want to get all the way naked? They want to see you naked. They want to see what your pussy looks like, too. Show them your pussy, Mom!"

This flustered Tammy’s mom, but she said nothing. The boy scrambled free and stood expectantly. Others encouraged her to strip and show her pussy. Tammy’s blushed, then suddenly stood and announced, "Fine, if that's what everybody wants, go ahead and strip me. I don't care anymore."

Pam eagerly went to work on her mom’s skirt. It dropped to her feet, leaving her in pantyhose. Pam rolled these down her legs and off, taking the shoes, leaving only panties. While her lovely mother trembled nervously, Pam hooked her small fingers in the waistband and pulled. She went slowly as the top of her mother’s slippery, fresh-shaven pussy appeared, then went fast after passing below crotch level. Tammy’s Mother stepped free of the panties, totally naked. The people applauded and the blushing ice-queen sat down.

Pam wasn't through exhibiting her mother. She took her seat on her uncle’s lap, but leaned out and pushed Mom's knees apart saying, "Let them look between your legs, Mom. They want to see pussy. ALL of your slobbery pussy."

Tammy’s let out a groan of despair but allowed herself to be totally laid open. One by one, the people, male and female, came up for a close visual inspection.

Abbi’s gorgeous mother set the tone when she placed her hand on Tammy’s pussy and inserted a finger, saying, "Welcome to the family, Virginia."

Tammy’s mom groaned, so Abbi’s mom added another finger. And then another.

After that, everyone fingered her pussy. She had dozens of hands in her, massaging her clit, tickling her asshole, fisting her.

Suddenly, Abbi stood between Virginia’s legs, sporting an incredible erection. Tammy’s mom blushed. Abbi knelt and fingered the woman’s dripping pussy. Smiling, she looked at Pam.

Pam excitedly bounced on her uncle’s lap, pleading, "Yes, Mommy! Let her do it. Please, Mommy! Please!”

Abbi grinned.

Pam said, "She'll let you fuck her, won't you, Mom? Go ahead, Abbi, fuck her pussy. We all want to see Mom get fucked, don't we?"

Abbi was already poised to enter the woman as the crowd urged her on. Tammy’s mom sat passively, watching the cock at her opening. Abbi gave her one look, then entered her juicy twat in one long push to the balls. Tammy’s lovely mother swooned and gave herself over to the public fucking. Before long, Cathy and Pam were each holding a leg out wide to the side as Abbi hammered their mother’s cunt. She cried out, "Oh yes! Please, Abbi, fuck my horny pussy!"

Their mother was lost in a sea of lust. If there was any residual inhibitions, they dissolved on Abbi’s cock.

“Oh my god, Abbi,” Virginia screamed. “This cunt is yours! Hurt me, fuck me, rape me, open my asshole, whip my tits, choke me, breed me to dogs ... I am yours OH GID YOUR FUCKING COCK IS AMAZING.”

Abbi smirked. “What’s in it for me?”

"Oh, you want my girls, don't you? You want my little virgin, Pam. All right, they're yours. You are welcome in our house, now and forever, and you are welcome to any pussy you find there. I will hold their little legs apart for you, just fuck me, please!"

Abbi rammed the bitch hard and made her squeal out in delight. She pounded the woman’s pussy as the love-struck mother poured out impassioned declarations of her sexual servitude. Abbi secured specific rights from Tammy’s mother that quite literally made her and all of her daughters — and all of their friends — Abbi’s whores.

After she came and pulled out, Abbi pissed into Virginia’s eager mouth as the woman masturbated her asshole with both hands.

Tammy’s mother took on all cummers after that; she ended the night in a sixty-nine with Tammy as her husband raped their eldest daughter’s ass.

It was a beautiful wedding.

>>26974
Impressive stuff, where can I read more of this guy's works?
Can't find anything under that name.

Mr. Black’s Gambit, part 6, by DaleEleven; an unofficial sequel to the “Mr. Black’s Gambit” series:
http://www.rurikon.eu/loli/main.asp?story=1617
http://www.rurikon.eu/loli/main.asp?story=1618
http://www.rurikon.eu/loli/main.asp?story=1620
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The pretty young woman trapped beneath Mr. Black squirmed, her agonized grunts coming faster and faster as he slowly pushed his thick cock further and further up her tight, unwilling shit-pipe.

Jennifer Madison didn’t exactly like getting her asshole torn open and raped, sure, but her new employer also didn’t exactly ask.

The gorgeous 24-year-old — smooth pale skin, big blue eyes, huge creamy tits boasting a pair of incredibly sensitive nipples, a killer smile, a thick ass, 5-foot-2 with long black hair like Alexandra Daddario — gasped as Mr. Black finally hilted his massive fuck-stick in the depths of her near-virgin colon. The huge head of his cock twitched deep inside her, forcing a wicked cramp to run through the girl; it felt like he had speared her through the guts, her ass hurt so bad.

“Fuck,” she finally said. “You got a big bitch-splitter, mister man.”

Mr. Black chuckled and began to ease himself in and out of her abused asshole with a smooth, deep fucking motion; the big toy in her cunt buzzed, forcing her to shudder through another unwelcome orgasm: her lovely pale legs, shaking and dripping, were splattered with another jet of girl-cum. The big bed, soaked in her slick cunt-juice, creaked as he raped the pretty college-age bitch, barely audible over the sound of the video playing on Ms. Madison’s television.

Fighting back tears, the lovely young woman grunted. “Christ, I wish you would have just ass-raped one of the girls. That’s what the little cunts are here for, after all. Look, little Becky over there loves getting all sorts of stuff up her slick preteen shitpipe. Becky, come here and show this nice man how much you love getting fucked in the ass.”

Wordlessly, the blonde 11-year-old doll standing against the wall with the other girls — all dressed in adorable little outfits, from leather bondage gear to slutty wedding dresses, from fetish kitten cosplay to skimpy cheerleader uniforms, from too-thin string bikinis to panty-less Catholic-school uniforms — stepped forward, walking to the edge of the bed with a shy smile and turning around to present her ass.

All of the girls were wearing tight chokers, and all sported dozens of piercings: nipples and pussy-lips a mazework of stainless steel.

Gazing over her shoulder and biting her lip, the cute little blonde cunt obediently bent at the waist, showing off the brutally abused asshole — framed in a garter belt of lacy black lingerie — beneath her maid uniform. A buttplug the width of a 2-liter soda bottle was jammed inside her nether hole, lube leaking around the edges, and a dozen cum-dripping sex-toy cords dangled out like a long kitty-cat tail.

Jennifer tapped the buttplug with her finger, sending a shiver through the submissive blonde preteen. “See? This little bitch could take your whole cock no problem. Fuck, the little whore would probably cum while you choked her out, with this thick dick raping her shitter.”

Mr. Black laughed, increasing the pace of his ass-tearing rape. “Oh yes,” he said. “I am very well aware, Ms. Madison; your talent for turning pretty little girls into compliant, submissive, suicidal pain-slut fuck toys is legendary. It’s why I hired you, in fact. And financed your triumphant return to the elementary-ed classroom.”

He nodded at the screen, where the barely-dressed Jennifer was instructing a classroom full of half-clothed, cum-splattered twelve year olds; Mr. Black’s lovely, pregnant redheaded niece Abby was at the front of the room, squatting with her nine-inch heels planted on the floor and her knees held wide. The lips of her loose, freshly-fisted cunt dangled several inches from her gaped-open hole, pulled down to the tile between her feet by a set of huge steel piercings, dripping rivulets of cum. Her clit was swollen and bulbous, easily the size of a little boy's erect penis, the rings through it dripping with her constantly-flowing juices.

A thick black leather leash was hooked to the largest ring through her inflamed pussy; Ms. Madison held the other end casually.

Not all of the children were "half-clothed," of course: most of the girls were dressed only in earrings, hair bows and shreds of their undergarments, most of them either servicing or being assaulted by a classmate. Meanwhile, the only boy who was FULLY naked was a very pretty, very blonde young man who was blushing adorably as a gorgeous, full-figured blonde woman -- clearly either his mother or his older sister -- sucked his fat young cock with open lust: violently milking the thick, smooth preteen tool into her hot, drooling mouth with one hand while her other hand slowly eased two lube-drenched fingers into the boy's rectum.

She pulled her mouth off the surprisingly oversized dick, trailing ropes of spit across the boy's hairless chest, just long enough to give the young man a passionate open-mouth kiss and whisper something in his ear; the boy groaned as the well-endowed blonde returned to sucking his cock while pushing another lube-slick finger into his greedy butthole.

The blonde bimbo's giant fake tits bounced, nearly falling out her blouse, as she sucked with abandon; trapped on her knees, a dark-haired boy took his opportunity to flip up the back of her dress and rail the bitch from behind. A dozen young men had already used her, cum bubbling from her asshole and running in a constant torrent down the back of her legs.

It was clear that Ms. Madison had no business teaching children; the fact that one of the girls near the back of the room - a tiny Latina girl, maybe nine years old, wearing only a tiny pastel pair of cat ears and a collar - had clearly been fucked unconscious, cum running freely out of her mouth and nose even as a large black man continued to rape her broken little body ... well, that demonstrated a real lack of professionalism.

But it was clear that Abby, Mr. Black's darling niece, was the star of this perverse show: one pigtail of Abby's adorable red hair was still held up by a charming little My Little Pony barrette; on the other side, her hair was matted down with a mixture of tears, spit, and cum. Mouth open, Abby was gargling piss with her big baby-belly and fat, milk-dripping preteen tits out; her breasts were huge, engorged and aching: milk spurted in thin arcs around the rings recently added to her massive nipples as she struggled. Abby’s short skirt was hiked up around her waist to show her cute knee-high stockings and the thin red whip-marks, obscene tattoos, and tally-marks crisscrossing her thighs and belly, a huge purple rubber cock jammed in her ass and tears streaking the mascara down her pretty face.

Piss overflowing her lips, the cute 12-year-old tried to swallow; the man casually pissing in her mouth gave her sopping wet cunt a quick kick, eliciting an agonized groan from the girl and sending a thick cascade of cum splashing out of her gaping hole to the floor.

Mr. Black laughed, and speared Ms. Madison shitpipe more deeply wth his enormous cock, eliciting a soft shriek of pain from the pretty, writhing 24-year-old beneath him. "Why they revoked your teaching license, my dear, I will never understand."

"Too ... many," gasped the young woman. "Too many miscarriages among my eleven and twelve-year-olds, I'm afraid. And a few too many missing-persons cases, if I'm being honest. Boys that age simply don't know how to rape a pregnant bitch properly, to say nothing of putting a length up the asshole a knocked-up preteen; show them how to choke a little girl out so that her shitter tightens real good around your cock, and they'll break the little whore's neck easily twenty percent of the time."

"A shame," said Mr. Black. "You have a real way with children."

"Gee thanks, mister," she said. "Wanna take your cock out of my ass? I'd like to be done getting ass-raped now."

"Hmm, said Mr. Black, "Not particularly."

On the video, Ms. Madison ignored the scene directly in front of her, as Abby struggled with her throat full of piss, and continued her lecture on the state of modern international sex-trafficking and slavery. The pretty dark-haired twenty-something was dressed in a tight, scandalous fetish-costume version of a prim librarian’s skirt & blazer: a dress-shirt was nowhere to be seen, her jacket barely buttoned over her cleavage and her skirt short enough to show her bare ass whenever she bent over.

Ms. Madison, one could surmise from the video, was strongly in favor of modern international sex-trafficking and slavery. Without glancing down, she used her pointer to lay a violent stripe across the ass-cheeck of a cute Asian ten-year-old, the girl's mouth stuffed full of a grown man's cock, then used her other hand to pull the girl up by the hair: when the sobbing little bitch looked directly up as Ms. Madison, the smirking teacher spit in the girl's mouth before jamming her face back down on the man's throbbing dick

At the front of the room, the man pissing in Abby’s mouth finished, wiped his dick on her cheek, and waited for her to swallow his urine before casually grabbing Abby by the back of her neck with one hand and putting two fingers of his other hand down her throat.

The adorable redhead gagged, choked, and then puked almost immediately, painting the floor with another cascade of cum. Her whole body heaving, thick dollops of cum splattered from her ass and jets of milk sprayed from her nipples.

“You, young lady,” said Ms. Madison with bored sneer, “will need to lick that up before you go back in your desk. Tug on your clit-ring fifty times, then get your left hand up your ass. All the way to the wrist, young lady.”

Abby nodded weakly and returned to her position: heels flat on the floor, ass up, leaned back to present her pussy, right hand wrapped around the spike of her nine-inch heels, mouth open in supplication. Delicately, she began pulling on the ring through her clit: once, twice, three times ...

"HARDER," said Ms. Madison, slashing the girl across the milk-spurting tits with her pointer.

Abby stifled a sob and began jerking violently at her clit-ring. Once, twice, three times, counting slowly up to fifty.

The man who had drained his cock into her mouth left the classroom; after another minute of lecture on the gang-rape of slaves, a 12-year-old classmate of Abby pulled his formidable young cock out of a squirming 14-year-old Asian cunt's blood-dripping asshole, walked in front of Abby, and aimed into the redhead's mouth.

Without looking down at the boy, Ms. Madison stepped over to his side and began milking his hairless cock with expert smoothness; kneeling, she slipped two fingers of her other hand up the boy’s well-lubed rectum and began massaging his underage prostate.

The boy was groaning; when he was nearly ready, Jennifer aimed the boy’s cock into Abby’s hot & eager mouth, milking a spray of long cum-strands across Abby’s face.

Jennifer continued holding the boy’s cock, gently rubbing the softening member, until piss rained from the head of his dick into Abby’s waiting mouth. His business concluded, the boy gave Abby a swift boot to the cunt before sitting back down; gallons of cum squished around the toe of his shoe where he kicked her.

Me. Madison didn’t miss a beat, continuing her lecture the entire time; after another minute or two, Jennifer hiked up her skirt — revealing her bare cunt — and squatted over the pretty redhead, pressing her asshole directly to Abby’s mouth. The twenty-four year old teacher let out a soft moan as Abby’s clever tongue eased into her dirty shit-pipe; the next boy who came up to cum on Abby's face actually had his seed and his piss milked onto Ms. Madison’s bare cunt.

On screen, the depravity continued as other 7th grade boys — and a few girls — took their opportunity to relive themselves on Abby. A few other adult men wandered in over the next half hour or so, along with one group of giggling high school girls - members of some popular clique, probably cheerleaders - who slapped the sobbing preteen around quite violently as they pissed and squirted on her.

On the bed, meanwhile, Ms. Madison squirmed with increasing discomfort as Mr. Black cranked up the depth and speed of his violent cock-thrusts.

"Well done, Jennifer."

“Jesus H. Christ-raping ass mother FUCKER,” hissed the pretty young woman after one particularly brutal drive into her violated colon. “God, I’m not gonna shit straight for a week.”

“That is,” Mr. Black said with a laugh, “very likely correct. And, I’m afraid, precisely the point.”

He didn’t much care for women in general, and the lovely 24-year-old was a bit too developed for his tastes, certainly ... but feeling the powerful young lesbian sadist’s near-virgin asshole clamp down on his cock while her toy-stuffed cunt clenched in organ after orgasm was a thrill befitting his rarefied, epicurean tastes.

“Right,” said Jennifer with a dark chuckle, gasping in agony. “But are you SURE you wouldn’t rather fuck one of these little preteen bitches? Fuck me, you can break one of them in half if you want; those two — shit fuck god — those two dumb cunts Kat & Kai are yours to take home OWW FUCK and carve to bloody JESUS ribbons with a rusty screwdriver, if you like. GODDAMN you can slit little Tammy’s throat there and CHRIST TITS fuck her neck-stump, if you want. These little cunts are all disposable AHH SHIT NIGGER any fucking way. JUST TAKE YOUR COCK OUT OF MY ASS JESUS FUCK.”

The cute young teacher exhaled in little huffs, twisting with discomfort.

“An intriguing proposal,” said Mr. Black with a grin.

“AIIEE YEAH FUCK,” the girl groaned. “Tammy, get your stupid, slutty, fat little pregnant ass over here and show this nice man your throat. OH JESUS MY ASS and bring the knife from the little table by OWW FUCK my bed.”

A petite blonde in a bikini with massively oversized tits, her hair done up in adorable ringlets and her heavily swollen belly covered in obscene graffiti, stepped dutifully forward. The lovely girl, who could easily have been a beauty pageant winner, couldn’t have been older than 9; without a word, Tammy fetched the knife and brought it to Ms. Madison, baring her throat with a smile on her pretty face.

“Here,” the teacher said, grunting as she struggled to her knees and reached for the sharp blade, Mr. Black's cock still forced ten inches inside her. “Let me open this little cunt up for you.”

Mr. Black grunted, forcing himself into what felt like the base of Jennifer‘a stomach; the cute 24-year-old doubled-over in agony as he came, flooding her intestines with burning seed.

“That will be quite alright,” Mr. Black said with a laugh, pulling his long, oil-smeared cock out of her distended ass with a long SCHLIK sound. “Perhaps in a bit. I want to watch this next scene.”

Ms. Madison curled into a tight ball as blood and semen ran from her ruined asshole; she snapped her fingers, and a dozen of the girls standing against the wall — all of them in tight, white latex nurse uniforms — moved to bring their Mistress warm compresses, towels, a martini, cocaine, and an heated ass-pillow. One cute little Asian bitch rushed forward to begin licking Jennifer’s asshole, applying tender kisses to the ravaged site.

On the television, the scene had changed: the classroom was the same, but most of the desks were pushed to the walls.

In the middle of the room, Abby was on all fours, a dog-cock pounding into her pussy and her face half-buried in a dog-bowl overflowing with cum, gasping with pain. Dispassionately, almost bored, Ms. Madison and a slightly older woman — Mrs. Lakeland — observed the perverse, bestial debauchery.

A large, handsome black teenager sat beside Mrs. Lakeland, watching a porno movie on his phone with the volume turned up; a pair of tiny Latino girls in dog collars and skimpy black bunny costumes — perhaps 10 years old and covered in tattoos & whip-marks, their abused pussy lips dangling at least seven inches from their cunt holes — crouched at the boy’s feet, licking lovingly at the huge black nutsack that fell from the fly of the big nigger’s basketball shorts, dripping precum.

A thick black tool, easily 13 inches long and thick as a peanut butter jar, stabbed into the air in front of the huge black teen, a cascade of precum - enough to fill a shot glass - spurting from the bulbous, baseball-sized head every few seconds.

Mrs. Lakeland, the beautiful white woman beside him — probably about 27 and impeccably dressed, her fine frame and ample tits displayed in a $10,000 dress — idly played with the enormous cock, gently stroking it as one would pet a beloved animal.

“As you can see,” said Ms. Madison, “the girl is in desperate need of a caregiver. Abby is a very stupid little cunt, and she cannot be trusted not to get herself raped several times a day. In my classroom alone, she probably drinks a gallon of piss and services a dozen cocks each hour. She needs a firm, guiding hand, ma’am. Someone to give the little bitch discipline.”

“Hmph,” said the statuesque ice-queen. “This dumb fuck-rag has no other guardian?”

“Not at the moment,” Jennifer said with a frown. “Her retarded whore of a mother was arrested at work last week for an unpaid parking ticket; during the arrest, unfortunately, she was raped thirty-eight times and had a bowling-pin shoved up her ass. Her clit looks like a grown man’s thumb after all the abuse it suffered, and her cervix is now permanently dilated several inches. Both of her legs were broken, along with her pelvis; the doctors say she may never walk again. If she does, her cunt will slap between her thighs when she jogs.”

“Goodness,” said Mrs. Lakeland.

“Her tits were nearly whipped-off as well,” said Ms. Madison sadly. "She lost one nipple, eaten by a police dog. Fortunately, thank Christ, her face is barely touched: just a bit of scarring on one cheek and a black eye.”

“Thank god indeed,” said Mrs. Lakeland. “So the stupid cunt can’t care for her worthless piss-drinking bitch, then?”

“Not any time soon, I’m afraid," said Ms. Madison. "She’s being held at the police station for further questioning about that parking-ticket. Last I heard, she’s tied spread-eagle to a sawhorse in the general population cell.”

“She is,” said the large black teen, not looking up from the porn on his phone. “That pussy mad swollen an ALL busted up. Stick yo boot in there an’ give her a foot-fuck all the way to the knee, know what I mean? That ass fine as fuck, tho. You pull on ‘em nipples, she jerk yo dick inside her booty-hole. Scream like a lil' virgin white bitch, too.”

The boy’s fat cock twitched, swelling another quarter in length and width, sending a thick spurt of precum arching eight inches into the air; it splattered on the classroom floor like a dropped ice cream cone, and one of the little Latino girls crawled across the tile to lick it up, showing off her asshole: a beer can was jammed inside.

“Oh shit,” said the big buck nigger. “Wondered where I put that shit. When that rape-doll is done, honey, remind me to get that beer.”

"Of course, darling," said Mrs. Lakeland.

She nodded politely at Ms. Madison. “So, this worthless little dog-fucker — Abby, is it? — has no other family?”

“She does,” Ms. Madison said, snapping her fingers. A cute 16-year old with caramel skin, curly blonde hair and a very generous ass stepped away from the wall. "If you'll give me just a moment?"

Mrs. Lakeland nodded.

The gorgeous teen — dressed in tight, crimson latex as a “sexy devil,” complete with a cute little horn-studded red headband to keep her mass of blonde curls out of her face — smirked as she approached Jennifer, adjusting her huge tits.

Not taking her eyes off of her guests, Ms. Madison shifted in her seat most acrobatically: her heels pointed at the ceiling, then out at the walls, and she calmly pulled aside the thin bit of fabric covering her asshole as she sank very slightly in her chair. The precious, deeply-tanned teen sank to her knees and dove her face into Jennifer’s waiting ass: licking, kissing, loudly and messily slurping, tongue-fucking the hole with a kind of feral hunger.

“The usual, Michelle. Be sure to get deep; your little sister lost a tongue-stud when she was eating my ass last week, and I still haven’t seen it. If you suck it out of me, I’ll let you rape any of the new girls you like. I know you have you eye on Kylie’s sweet little virgin pussy; the girl is trying to work up the nerve to seduce her handsome daddy. If she can take you, Kylie's dad should be no problem at all.”

Michelle groaned with pleasure. As she devoured her teacher’s asshole, using both hands to open up the twenty-four-year-old’s pussy for excited, reverent laps of worship, darling little Michelle’s skirt rode up ... and her gigantic, dark-skinned monster-cock could be seen straining against her lacy, bright red panties.

"Of course," Ms. Madison said after a moment, "if you tear her in half, Kylie's big bad daddy will just have to settle for Kylie's little sister. Perhaps it's better to ruin her, get her torn-up cunt hooked on cocaine and baseball-bat-sized monster-dick: give Kylie's little sis someone to watch get fucked by horses while her strong daddy massages her back and spurts his love-cream in her booty-hole."

Michelle nodded, sucking at Jennifer's asshole with renewed vigor.

“That,” thought Mr. Black with an impressed raise of the eyebrows, “is one fat nigger cock on that VERY pretty little mixed-race girl.”

The huge cock, still thickening, fell out of the thin strip of underwear keeping Michelle’s bitch-ripping 11-inch dick in place; it thudded to the floor between Michelle’s high heels with a wet slap, drooling a widening pool of precum that spurred in little jets with each heartbeat.

Shit, even the big black kiddy-rapist sitting beside Mrs. Lakeland seemed impressed. "That bitch got a slut-breaker there. Damn. Keep her fine ass away from our pet cunts, honey. I wanna keep using them at least a few more weeks."

Mrs. Lakeland nodded, her eyes riveted to Michelle's cock.

Gasping, Jennifer squirted: bathing Michelle's face in a cascade of girl-juice; Michelle, her tongue still slick from sucking an orgasm out of Ms. Madison’s limber asshole, walked over to Abby with a swing in her hips and bounce in her step.

She stepped in front of the adorable, heavily pregnant redhead preteen and took the girl's face gently in her hand; Abby gazed up at her, still mounted by the dog, with a look of worship.

Abby opened her mouth and Michelle hocked a mouthful of asshole-flavored spit into the redhead's mouth.

"Thank you, Goddess,' the 12-year-old whispered, shuddering with orgasm. "This pitiful dog-slut loves you; this gutter-whore is unworthy of your--"

Michelle jammed her cock into Abby's mouth, silencing the girl.

"As I was saying," said Ms. Madison, "Abby has been living with her uncle, your friend Mr. Black."

Mrs.s Lakeland nodded. "Yes, he's a close family friend."

"Fo reel? Aww, fuck yeah," said the large black teen. "I know that motherfucker; he baller as hell. You tell that nigger I said what's up. He need a bitch crippled, you tell him to say the word."

"Indeed," said Ms. Madison. "Unfortunately, Mr. Black's international business responsibilities require him to seek guardianship for his niece elsewhere. For that reason, I thought of you."

“Hmph,” said Mrs. Lakeland. “So the little cunt needs to be fed, housed, bathed, kept on a leash to keep her from sucking-off random neighborhood boys, clothed—“

“Naw,” said her husband. “That bitch don’t need clothes. Her ass can go butt naked. She mostly gone be fucking, and I ain’t waste my money putting clothes on a whore who ain’t need ‘em.”

“Technically,” said Ms. Madison, “your adoptive daughter Abby is a rape-slut. Not a whore.”

“Shit,” said the big buck nigger. “You think this bitch ain’t gone make my ass some money with that slobbery cunt between her legs? I’mma turn the cunt OUT."

Really liked this. Well done! Do you have any other world I could read not in this thread?

You sick fuck when are you writing more!?

I can't believe this thread is 11.5 years old. I remember jerking off to these stories so many times. So many fond memories in here. So many fucked up fantasies we're born here.

>tfw no loli daughter to never potty train so she always begs you to change her diapers and then fuck her.

“Ginny, wake up!” Hermione hissed.

She knelt beside Ginny’s bed, desperately trying not to attract the attention of the other sleeping girls in the Gryffindor dormitory.

Ginny opened her eyes slowly, but shot up in bed — suddenly wide awake — at the sight of Hermione. The vision that greeted her was completely unlike the Hermione she knew: Hermione’s previously modest-sized breasts had ballooned out to at least double-Ds … and Ginny was getting quite an eyeful of them, as Hermione was now only wearing only a skimpy, bubblegum-pink string-bikini-top composed of little more than two tiny triangles slightly smaller than her areolas.

Aside from her incredible cleavage, Hermione’s nipples were also standing hard and proud — at least an inch long, pierced with huge golden rings — and Ginny could see them clearly poking through the thin fabric of the bikini top. Ginny’s gaze traveled down Hermione’s tight body, taking in her exposed tummy before reaching her pussy: her hairless, juicy, obscenely-dripping fuckhole was covered only by a minuscule white thong barely capable of covering her massive clit and a single meaty cunt-lip.

Ginny looked down further, eyeing Hermione’s long, smooth legs and bare feet encased in tight, white fishnet stockings.

Finally looking at Hermione’s face properly, Ginny saw that she was wearing a truly whore-ish amount of makeup, done up like a pornstar on her way to a photoshoot, and that Hermione's previously bushy hair now cascaded down her back in a waterfall of shiny curls.

Hermione, in short, looked like a hardcore preteen cam-whore out of Ginny’s wet dreams … and Ginny rapidly felt her cunt start to moisten just looking at her.

“Holy shit, Hermione, what happened to you?” gasped Ginny, a little too loudly for Hermione’s comfort.

“Quiet!” hissed Hermione again, climbing into Ginny’s four-post bed and drawing the curtains to give them some privacy.

Suddenly crammed so near her transformed friend — close enough to smell the girl’s sweat — Ginny started to get seriously aroused: she’d always had a thing for Hermione, and having this ultra-sexual version in her bed set her mind racing. She was naked under her covers, of course, and now she started slowly slipping a hand down between her legs.

She couldn’t help herself.

It was like a dream come true.

“Ginny, I’m in REAL trouble, and you’re the only one I can talk to about it. You’ve got to help me!” Hermione said, positioning herself at the foot of the bed.

“Trouble?” asked Ginny, biting her lip with a little smile. “What sort of trouble?”

Hermione frowned. “Isn’t it obvious?” said, gesturing down at her body. “I’ve been cursed!”

Ginny took the opportunity to get another long look at her friend’s generous new assets.

Ginny smirked. “Hermione, if there’s a ‘curse’ to make a bitch look as sexy as THAT, where can I sign up?”

Hermione blushed, both at Ginny’s coarse language and her crude (sort-of) compliment. “Listen,” she said, sliding something across the bed to Ginny. “I found this book in the library this afternoon. When I picked it up, I felt … strange.”

“Hmm,” Ginny said, reaching out with her free hand to examine the book … while her other hand was now merrily inserting two fingers into her dripping hole.

“Be careful!” Hermione cried.

The moment Ginny touched the book, she felt a powerful sexual charge flow up her arm and down to her hard nipples.

And to her clit.

Ginny added a third finger, barely stifling a moan; she couldn’t read the writing on the cover, but she felt mesmerized by the strange, swirling patterns that covered the book: they seemed to fill her mind with ideas of sexual acts and perversions she had never considered before.

“It’s a book of sex magic,” said Hermione, too flustered to notice Ginny’s physical reactions. “I looked through part of it, and there are some REALLY weird spells in there. But there’s one that said it would make the subject irresistible to men! And I thought - well, I thought ...”

Hermione trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.

Ginny rolled her eyes.

“You thought you’d use the spell to finally get some hard Weasley cock in you,” Ginny finished. She had the book open, and was slowly flipping through the pages: taking in the names of spells and the drawings of their effects eagerly.

Hermione gasped again. “Ginny! What’s gotten into you? I know you’re more … uh, ‘experienced’ than I am, but you’re never normally so vulgar!”

‘More experienced’ was a bit of an understatement …especially considering Hermione’s virginal status.

Since starting at Hogwarts the year before, Ginny had fucked half the Gryffindor boys, as many girls as she could seduce, dozens of students from the other houses (including several Slytherin boys who had “raped” her after she had pretended to pass out drunk outside their common room), two teachers — one for an improved grade, and the other just to see if she could — and, on one VERY memorable occasion, Hagrid’s dog Fang.

She had shared tales of some of these exploits with Hermione, but knew that her best friend was too uptight to really appreciate just how good the slut
life was.

She had definitely kept the teacher-fucking (and the dog-fucking)quiet.

“Well,” said Ginny, “you have to admit, this is a vulgar situation! A super-hot, slutty-looking version of my best friend has just climbed into my bed and handed me a book of sex-magic she tried to use to seduce my brother! Honestly? I’m having trouble not just throwing myself at you! Now finish your fucking story!”

Ginny had, at this point, gotten her entire hand up her soaking tunnel and was fisting herself casually. A loose fuckhole was the one bad thing about being a slut, she often thought … still, there were advantages.

Hermione took a deep breath before continuing. She saw Ginny’s point.

… also, her own vagina was starting to moisten despite herself. Without noticing, she began to match Ginny’s fuck-rhythm: rubbing her pussy through her thong.

“Alright,” she said. “I thought that the spell might finally make Ron sit up and take notice that I’m a girl. God, I’ve been so horny! So … so I cast the spell, right there in the library! And it turned me into this … this slut!”

Ginny began fucking herself harder.

Hermione suddenly burst into tears, leaving streaks in her caked-on whore makeup. “My breasts grew huge, the little bit of body hair I had vanished, and I got all these … CURVES all over! Then my hair got all soft and long, and all this makeup appeared on my face!”

Ginny had limited sympathy. “Still not seeing this as a ‘curse’, babe. Didn’t you want the spell to make you sexy? And it looks like you’re dressed to show off the new body.”

“You don’t get it!” wailed Hermione, gesturing at her skimpy lingerie. “That — THIS — is part of the spell! These used to be my favorite pajamas, the ones with the pattern of kitties on them! The spell seems to transfigure any clothes I put on into something only the most vulgar prostitute would wear!”

Ginny had a sudden mental image of a skanky Hermione working a street corner in a tube top and miniskirt. She almost came at the idea.

Hermione continued, oblivious, tears still streaming down her face. “In the library, the spell turned my Hogwarts uniform into a slutty schoolgirl outfit! Plaid microskirt, tiny thong, shirt tied under my breasts, the whole shameful costume! It even pulled my hair into pigtails! And that’s not even the worst bit!”

Ginny could sense where this was going … or, perhaps, hoped she could. She could also sense her orgasm approaching. She just needed to hear the climax of Hermione’s story.

“You know how the spell said it would make the subject irresistible to men?" said Hermione. "Well, it wasn't just talking about making me look like a slut. It's done something to the boys as well. There were three guys in the library -- older boys, all Gryffindors -- and as soon as I cast the spell, they all came over and started grabbing me, all over. They called me things, said horrible things ..."

"What did they call you?" moaned Ginny, her eyes closed. She could picture the scene in her mind. She bit her lip. So close...

"They called me a whore, a slut, a fuckhole, a jizz-toilet, a cock-sleeve. They said I was just mudblood cuntmeat, a dick-licker, a stupid bitch with fat tits and loose holes; they said I was only good for sticking their dicks into and taking their cum. They called me a worthless cum-bucket, a human toilet. They said lots of other stuff as well, like that they were going to fist my holes inside out and put the video on the internet, or slice off my clit and mail it to my mother, or sell me to a nigger rape-brothel, or break both my arms and and legs and chain me in the bathroom as a piss-drinking sex-toy."

Hermione's litany of abuse made Ginny moan again.

The filthy words were turning Hermione on as well, despite herself. "One of them pulled my breasts out of my top and started groping them quite painfully. He kept pinching my nipples until they were rock hard. Another one flipped up my skirt and grabbed my ass. The third guy, he stuck his fingers up my, m-my..."

"Your pussy? Your cunt? Your sloppy fuckhole?" said Ginny, egging her best friend on. Her eyes were still closed, her fist now pumping wildly at her hole, not even trying to hide it. Only Hermione's tearful distress (and terrified confusion over her own incredible arousal) prevented her from consciously seeing what Ginny was doing. The smell of wet pussy filled the room now, causing Ginny's roommates to shift in their sleep, their dreams filled with hard cocks forcing open little cunts.

"Yes," Hermione groaned. "He jammed his thick fingers up my sloppy little fuckhole."

Ginny worked two fingers of her other hand into her asshole.

Hermione shivered at the words coming out of her mouth. "He pushed in and out, over and over, so hard and so deep, and he played with my clit; I couldn't stop myself getting wet. God, I got SO wet; more than I ever have in my life: I was dripping! When he noticed, h-he just laughed. He said 'the stupid little cum slut is begging to get raped'. A-and at that point, Ginny? I almost agreed with him. I think I moaned ... then he bent me over a table, pushed my thong to the side and stuck his cock in me. I was a virgin! He raped my virginity away and I still don't know his name!"

Hermione was crying at full force now, but her dripping cunt was telling a different story. "His friends took turns fucking my mouth. They grabbed my pigtails and drove deep into my throat -- I gagged, I couldn't breathe, and they laughed! They held my head down on their filthy cocks until I almost passed out! I think one of them slapped me awake before he released my mouth."

Ginny groaned again. This was bringing back fond memories of her many 'rapes'.

Hermione continued, her story gushing out of her now, unable to stop. "I thought they were going to cum over my face like in the porn you showed me, but the guy raping my pussy had a better idea. He said 'I bet the dumb whore's not on birth control, we should knock this cunt up.' I cried out and begged for him to pull out, but he just laughed, ripped off my thong and shoved it in my mouth to gag me. One of his friends even fucked the thong down my throat to make sure I couldn't talk. I was choking and gagging when my rapist pushed his cock all the way in to my cunt and came. It felt like it was shooting in to my womb -- and, Ginny... the worst part? The worst part is ... I came as well."

This was the last straw for Ginny: hearing her friend, her sweet, innocent, virginal friend describe cumming on her rapist's cock as it knocked her up was more than her wildest dreams. She came, hard, squirting her fuck-juices all over her hand and bed. Her fist was trapped in her spasming pussy and her head thrashed on the pillow as she let out a steady whine of pleasure. Hermione finally realized what her friend was doing, but found -- to her surprise -- that she wasn't angry.

She was just more turned on.

Her experiences, her story, had driven her slut of a best friend to a mind-shattering orgasm ... and that suddenly made her feel like it wasn't so bad. In fact, it was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Hermione slipped her fingers to her own pussy. She couldn't help indulging her newly found lust for degradation.

She wanted to finish her story.

"My rapist pulled out. I could feel his spunk dripping out of my cunt before one of his friends replaced him. He had already fucked my throat REALLY hard, so I knew he wouldn't last long. My rapist moved to my face and said it was my duty as a cum-toilet to clean him off, then he stuck his still hard cock in my mouth. I could taste both of our juices on him. His friend came inside me as well. I felt stuffed with cum.

“He pulled out and forcefully used one of my pigtails to clean his dick. The third guy started complaining about my sloppy pussy, said he didn't want to fuck such a loose whore cunt. But he said he still wanted a chance to be my baby-daddy, so he held my cuntlips open and just put the tip of his cock to them. He jerked himself off into my cunt!

“My first rapist had worked his way to facefucking me again by now. It was a good thing my thong was so tiny, or else I would have choked on it. He came down my throat as the third guy shot his load up my hole. They both pulled out, and the leader stuck two fingers down my throat to extract my thong. It was covered in spit and his cum. He started smearing it over my face as I started to cry.

“I told them that I wasn't on birth control and they had probably knocked me up. I said I was too young to get pregnant! He just laughed again and said that he had an idea. All it would take to stop me getting knocked up, he said, was to clean out the sperm from my cunt. He said he knew just the way … before he went behind me again, stuck his cock up my cunt and started pissing!"

Ginny had been half listening since her orgasm, fingers lazily stroking in and out of her fuckholes, but she snapped to attention at this. Of course, she had been pissed on several times: it was one of the many things a good fuckslut like herself did without question. She had even drunk her own pee at the request of a perverted Hufflepuff or two. Or three. But she had never had someone piss up her cunt before. She felt a twinge of jealousy and made a mental note to try it as soon as possible.

"He pissed for so long," Hermione continued,rubbing herself openly and without shame. "It was warm and it
filled my womb. I could feel piss and spunk running down my legs. Eventually, he stopped, but the other two quickly took his place. I guess the third guy got over his distaste for whore cunts. While the third guy
was pissing, I looked down my body and could see my belly swelling from the
amount of piss inside me. I looked a little pregnant! It was the most
degrading thing that has ever happened to me. I actually came again at the
image...

So did Ginny.

“After the third guy pulled out,” Hermione said, “the leader took my disgusting thong and pushed it as far up my pussy as he could, blocking in the piss. They
let me stand up, my piss and cum covered legs were shaking, and said that I had better not take the thong out for at least an hour. They said they would see me around, slapped my ass and tits, and left. I sat there,
stunned for a few minutes, before I realized what condition I was in and ran to the girls’ bathroom. Thankfully, no one was in there. I saw my condition in the mirror: my face was covered in makeup smeared by spit and cum; my hair was wild, one pigtail also matted with cum and pussy juices. My tits were on display over my top, covered in spit that had dripped from my face. My belly was swollen and pregnant-looking with piss. And my legs were covered in the piss and cum of three men. I hid in a stall and tried to clean myself up. I didn’t even consider disobeying their orders, so I waited an hour before pulling out the thong. When I did, a flood of piss and cum shot out of me and into the toilet. I knew I had to avoid being seen, so I waited in the toilet stall for hours until I knew it was
late. I fixed up my clothes, and was about to leave when I realized I still wasn’t wearing panties. I’d never gone without them before, so I braced myself and pulled on the pissy and cummy thong. It squished and buried itself inside my slit. I snuck up to my dorm and
changed to my pyjamas, but they transfigured into this bunch of slutwear. So … I- I came to find you.”

Hermione was panting as she finished her story. It was bizarre: today she had been cursed, lost her virginity in a gang rape, degraded repeatedly, and finally had her cunt used as a urinal, but right now she was most frustrated by her inability to make herself cum! Her fingers were working furiously at her dripping hole, but she just couldn’t finish.

She heard a coughing noise, and opened her eyes.

She hadn’t even realized that she had closed them in her reverie. Ginny was sitting on top of the covers, naked and beautiful, with the book in one hand and her wand in the other. She was grinning.

“Sounds like you’ve had an exciting day then, my newly slutty besty,” Ginny said, licking her lips. “I’ve had a quick look at the spell you used and it seems like you’re fucked again, as there doesn't seem to be a way to reverse it. Looks like you’re gonna become something of a school fucktoy!”

Ginny flashed another dazzling smile as Hermione groaned, half in dismay and half in pleasure at the
thought of being raped by any man who saw her.

“Unless,” said Ginny, slyly.

Hermione looked at her, pleading.

“Unless you take charge,” Ginny said. “Unless you control when the men fuck you. That way, you would have the power.”

Hermione shuddered again. She didn’t want to admit just how much she had ENJOYED her submissive, degrading rape. At the same time, having more control over her fucking would hopefully prevent her from being constantly bent over and penetrated in the corridors of Hogwarts.

“Can we do that?” Hermione begged. “Please?”

Ginny nodded, smiling again. She could always reverse what she was about to do if she ever wanted the old, weak, submissive Hermione back. “I’ve
found just the spell,” she said, pointing her wand.

***

There was a flash. Hermione blinked, then slowly raised her hand to her face. She felt wetness.

Had she been crying?

Crying, like some little bitch?

She frowned and looked across at Ginny. The trashy little dogfucker was grinning, as if she knew something Hermione didn’t. She would soon wipe the smug smile off the dumb cunt’s face.

“Get the fuck over here and eat me, whore,” Hermione said.

Ginny blinked, her smile slipping slightly at the utter contempt in Hermione’s voice. Hermione slapped the girl hard, directly across the face, bringing tears to the stupid little bitch’s eyes.

“You heard me, you pathetic piece of rapemeat,” growled Hermione, spreading her legs and using her fingers to display her wide open pussy. “My hole is dripping, so get down there and eat me. Shove your
tongue right in. I wanna really feel you inside me.”

Ginny had taken a second to adjust to the sudden change in Hermione’s attitude. She had expected something like this, but the complete disgust that Hermione was sending her way was a shock. The sudden slap had rattled her brains even more, and it was instinct more than anything that made her lie flat on the bed and shove her face between those perfect legs.

Ginny had eaten her fair share of pussy in her time, her favorite experience being when she introduced both Patil sisters to the joys of sapphic love over one very long night, and she started her usual routine of
slow licks, teasing the clit every so often. She had barely got going before she felt a Hermione roughly grab a handful of her long red hair and yank her head back up.

“What...?” Ginny spluttered before two more hard slaps made her see stars. Her head was pulled forward until she was an inch away from Hermione’s face, looking straight into the newly sneering eyes.

“You clearly weren’t listening, you stupid slut,” said Hermione, her voice a low, threatening whisper. “I told you to shove your tongue in. If I wanted loving licks I would go and get Crookshanks.”

Hermione suddenly bit Ginny -(TM)s lower lip, just hard enough to be painful, and pulled away slightly. The pain was amazing - Ginny could feel
her cunt start to build up to her fourth orgasm of the night. Her lip was
stretched until it could go no further before Hermione let go. -œNow get
your whore mouth down there and fill my cunt. - Hermione said. She
slapped Ginny again before using her vice grip on her beautiful red hair to
force Ginny down and against her sopping hole.

Hermione had never felt so alive!

THIS was what she had been missing out on? She cursed her old, meek, pathetic past self for not spending every second she could raping little cunts like Ginny. It was like Ginny’s spell had finally opened her eyes: she knew how the world worked now.

Women were made for sex. They were whores: pieces of meat, holes to be fucked and flesh to be broken. Any woman who didn’t realize this was deluding
themselves, and needed their delusion raped out of them as quickly as possible.

So what if every man would try to fuck her from now on? She was ready for it; she welcomed it. She would fuck the whole school if she could!

And she now realized it was her job to awaken every other slut in Hogwarts.

She would use them, break them, extract pleasure from them, and leave them empty holes: waiting to be filled by waves of sperm.

This all flashed through her mind in the second it took for Ginny to shove her tongue as far as it could go inside Hermione’s drenched slit. It felt good, especially when Ginny started pumping it back and forth — really tongue-fucking her dripping whore-cunt — but Hermione was already missing the hard shafts of her rapists.

… Although, now she thought about it, they weren’t really ‘rapists’ at all. You couldn’t rape a piece of fuckmeat with no rights, after all … and that’s PRECISELY what every woman was! The boys, Hermione thought with a smile, were simply taking what was theirs. She would have to work on fighting the idea that women had any right to their own bodies, their holes, their dignity … or even their lives.

“Yes,” she moaned, thinking of watching as a thick wizard cock speared through the tight, wet cunt-guts of some useless like Muggle fuckhole, ending the little bitch’s life purely for his own amusement.

Luxuriating on Ginny’s nimble tongue, Hermione imagined the world she — with the help of the book — could create:

She imagined a world in which the slut-curse ripped through the defenseless Miggle population like a plague, transforming everyone and everything.

She imagined walking through the park in London on a lovely autumn afternoon, delighted by the smell of donuts, street corn, and the fresh-grilled tits of sobbing young meatgirls filling the crisp fall air.

She imagined casually walking past a cute, pregnant preteen with long blonde pigtails being fucked up the ass, bent over a park bench; she watched as the girl’s mother — a lovely 24-year-old, her huge tits flopping out of a tight, see-through sundress — used one hand to jerk a man’s massive cock as it pushed into her little girl’s tight shitpipe while the other hand greedily frigged her cunt.

So far, Hermione saw, the man had forced less than half of his nine-inch fuckstick into the tiny girl … but mommy was clearly determined to make the rest of it fit.

Even if her darling daughter wasn’t likely to survive the experience.

The knocked-up slut, meanwhile — Hermione might have guessed her to be 11 or so —was transfixed by another sight: enraptured, she watched a 9-year-old Asian girl getting raped by a pair of dogs: a thick knot rammed down her throat, the other speared through her cunt-guts … while the dying girl’s pretty young mother nursed on piss from the dog-owner’s cock.

Hermione laughed.

Walking a little further, she spied a nerdy-looking but well-built teenager – sort of a slutty Velma Dinkly vibe, Hermione thought – seated on a bench by a playground; the girl, presumably a babysitter, was casually massaging the cocks of the two men seated to either side of her while a third man rubbed the head of his cock against her huge tits.

The teenager’s skirt was askew and her panties were pulled aside, revealing the fat black butt-plug — easily the width of a two-liter bottle of soda at the base — she had jammed up her sphincter. She rocked back & forth on the massive invader, letting cunt-drool run freely down her meaty thighs to her slim calves.

Velma had her eye on a cute little blonde in a Disney princess dress — busy playing on the playground — who was being used as a sex-toy by a man in a suit and his partner: a busty, purple-haired goth girl covered in tattoos & piercings.

The big-tittied gothic teen bitch, dressed only in tight black leather, laid back on a slide to give her rapist easy access to her meaty, gaping fuckholes; while doing so, she forced the tiny blonde’s face directly into the violent intersection of flesh: she used the tiny blonde’s pretty face like a cheap sex-toy, cruelly pleasuring herself (and her rapist) with abandon. She kept one hand wrapped around the girl's ponytail like a handle, smearing her greasy cunt-lips against the adorable preteen’s face hard enough to break the girl’s nose.

The tiny ginger girl, meanwhile — eager to please — flicked her little tongue over the hot, wet coupling with practiced expertise, sending the teenager into spasms of pleasure as the man took her roughly up the ass.

As the violet-haired goth cunt started squirting — a massive cock up her shitpipe bringing on another G-spot orgasm — the man fucking her emptied his balls deep into her ass-guts.

“Oh fuck, mister,” she gasped. “Jesus Christ, that hurts so much—”

Those were her final words.

With a single well-practiced flick of his wrist, her rapist pulled a large pocket knife and slammed it into her throat; he twisted the blade and withdrew it at an angle, slashing the girl’s neck open — halfway decapitating her, in fact — and sending her precious lifeblood splattering across the playground.

The goth girl, grasping at her throat, flailed in panic; she pissed herself and collapsed to the ground, kicking wildly.

Her rapist calmly folded his pocket-knife, tucked his cock away, and picked up the blonde in the princess dress: tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Hi, mister,” the girl squeaked. “Are you my Daddy now?”

“Yep,” he said, walking out of the playground. “Say goodbye to everybody. You won’t be seeing them again.”

“Okay,” she chirped. “Bye, everybody!”

Hermione grinned.

Proper, slim, prim Mrs. Callahan from down the road was enjoying the exploring hands of a half-dozen of young men; she, meanwhile, used both hands to keep her weeping 12-year-old daughter Laurissa's head and forearms calmly pinned to her own ample breasts; her father gripped the sobbing preteen ballerina's willowy hips and vented his lust into her unwilling, fertile hole. Her five big brothers, aged 19 to 13, quickly lined up behind him, all of them fisting impressive cocks and discussing how they intended to finally break their kid-sister of her annoyingly prudish habits, now that mom was cool. It was decided that the girl would spend one night each weekday as the personal fuck-slave of a specific brother, but that she could be used as a communal cum-dump on weekends; soon, they were discussing whether they could rent Laurissa out to friends, as well as for how much, and whether the first Callahan brother to knock her up got to keep her. The schedule quickly sorted itself out as their father poured abundant spurts of seed into her resisting, formerly virginal cunt, wiped his bloody cockhead on her ass-cheek and then began pissing down the side of her thigh as he stepped aside; another thick incestuous dick entered the shaking involuntary little cock-socket as a few more men got into line behind the brothers.

Others, dicks already reeking of fresh pussy or dirty asshole, arrived to join in using the girl as a urinal.

Naked little girls were openly fondling their own baby pussies, staring in amazement at the tight-packed carnival atmosphere, and men of all ages aimed hard dicks in their directions; mothers sank upon the cocks of their sons while husbands mouth-fucked the faces of the own teen and preteen daughters; neighbors and family members smiled and shook hands over the writhing backs of strangers and children.

A blushing young mother feigned horror and surprise when her shocked husband exposed the crotch of his bride to reveal that she was pantie-less, shaved bare and had a thick rubber plug up her ass; her preteen son, crudely digging fingers into her smooth cunt, pulled forth a huge black condom that spilled semen in a torrent down his mommy's legs. She shrugged bashfully, giving her husband a guilty shit-eating grin, then wordlessly twisted her loins, hands on hips, to allow the boy further access to her cunt. The boy pushed in easily; by the time he was embedded up to the elbow in her cunt, she was rocking back and forth, humping herself with hungry abandon against his probing forearm. Her mortified husband poked at the huge black plug stuffed in her asshole, easily the width of a liter bottle of soda; he flicked it, and it toppled to the floor along with gushing pint after pint of white, ropy cum.

One cute, very pregnant little mommy had her entire hand enmeshed in her sopping cunt, and another fondling the asshole of her 11-year-old daughter; the tiny preteen held tight to her mommy’s massive, milky tit, nursing; the woman’s eldest son, behind her, ran molesting hands over his adorable mother’s big belly and her other tit, dribbling spit and cream from the massive ring in the nipple, his cock sawing between his mother’s thighs and over the woman’s gaped-open, cum-drooling pussy-hole. Two more sons had their cocks out, as well: one in each of the 11-year-old’s tiny hands, letting the little girl tug them off as the whole family watched the brutal dog-fucking show.

Across from Hermione, a very sexy, very pregnant little dark-haired 14-year-old was slurping at a very vulgar, spread-wide gape of slick cunt-flesh, presented by her own lovely mommy. The girl’s father was laying a belt to the 14-year-old’s back, her ass, and her thighs; the pregnant Freshman squirmed and cried and begged him to stop, thrusting her hips out to meet each strike and shuddering with miniature orgasms. The girl’s handsome daddy hit hard, which got both girls begging, weeping and cumming; the girl’s two brothers assisted their pretty mommy in making a most shocking, obscene leg spread; that crude, carnal display got Mommy’s left leg whipped with a belt, then her right, and then – when the 14-year-old pulled away from her mommy’s dripping pussy for a second – her slobbery cunt: making his wife cum in shrieking, agonized waves. The pregnant teen shifted, sliding an entire hand into her mommy’s pussy, as her father laid a cruel belt-strike directly in the pregnant girl's puffy cunt.

A stacked 16-year-old blonde girl named Barbie, a notorious neighborhood tease, was pinned to the lawn, being raped mercilessly by a large black man.

Watching this brutal fucking were Barbie’s mommy, her aunt Vanessa, and Vanessa’s three blushing, petite daughters: a pair of supple young teens and one coy Lolita nearing her preteens, all three absolutely gorgeous long-haired blondes. Barbie’s mom, Angie, watched her beautiful daughter getting her virgin cunt torn in half by thick nigger dick with a sly smile, rubbing her own bare, wet pussy as Barbie screamed, choking in excruciating agony. Vanessa, along with her three clinging girls, was clearly terrified of a gang-bang by the assorted blacks; as if on cue, another large black man pushed past them, pulling his big nigger dick out and forcing it up Barbie’s unwilling asshole in one smooth motion. More black men arrived: Vanessa and her three girls were crowded by large negroes, all jacking-off on Barbie, all taking bold liberties with the blonde girls using their free hands. One large nigger, who had slipped away from jerking off on Barbie, was trying to enter Angie from behind -- possibly in the behind -- a determined effort she was neither helping or hindering until it became obvious that he got his huge cock head in and was enjoying her in short, fast strokes. Everyone except Barbie noticed that; Vanessa, the little blonde mother-of-three, was seeing it with her own horny nigger right behind her, trying to get his huge black shaft into her pussy while two more blacks were trying to get her dress up and off. After a moment, the little mommy was stark naked with a bare, dripping cunt, trying hard to hang onto her dress … until her rapist began really, genuinely raping her.

Two long, slick strokes of a big black man's cock into a visibly-aroused pussy changed everything.

Suddenly, it seemed that little mommy didn't want her dress on after all, and she appreciated the help getting rid of the damn thing. The crowd then started in on her daughters, all sporting thick erections. Vanessa didn't seem to mind that one bit, gasping as a powerful black cock made her lightheaded, and simply watched her daughters being mauled with a look of hunger, helping her rapist rearrange her guts by pushing back with her hips. In a moment, all three of Barbie’s cousins were naked, the hungry little slits between their thin, pale legs sucking on thick nigger fingers. Barbie’s mom was getting her second fuck from an anonymous black man, and getting it on all fours, gazing into her brutally-raped-daughter's eyes a few inches away: close enough to kiss. Vanessa, meanwhile, luxuriated in the deep, cunt-busting thrusts of her rapist; her lovely daughters, each with a black cock slipping in and out of them, were standing where they could watch Barbie’s vulgar cunt get torn up: as the first black man pulled his cum-spraying, foot-long cock out of the 16-year-old’s bloody, ravaged pussy, all of the women got to see Barbie’s cunt drool, almost twitching, through her orgasm.

Another large black man dropped to rape Barbie; the nigger fucking Angie finished inside her and new one stepped in to begin fucking the woman doggie-style. Somehow a big black dick one got into the ass of Vanessa’s littlest blond -- the pantiless, hungry-cunted cutie -- while another man was down sucking on her little pussy, making her really enjoy that ass fucking; after a moment, the sexy kindergartener also got her to suck on the dick being jacked off in her mouth.
Three men were very smitten by that baby kitten -- and were going for it -- because the blonde lolita’s mother seemed to get off seeing her littlest get a thorough child-molesting by three black men. It was all in Vanessa’s look: her glazed, orgasm-wracked expression, they took to mean 'go for it, do whatever you like, enjoy her, rape her, break her, snuff her'.

The huge nigger — balls-deep in Vanaessa’s overheating, spasming pussy — drew his thick cock out and marched towards her baby girl.

His intention to rape the little bitch — quite possibly to kill the little bitch — was abundantly clear, fisting easily thirteen inches of baby-cunt-ripping fuck-meat. If the kindergartener survived, odds are she might not walk again; if she did, her little pussy would be a wreck of torn-up cunt meat for the rest of her life.

Another big nigger slipped his cock into Vanessa, pounding her deep as she watched the man approach her baby.

The precious little blonde mom said her first words: "Go for it."

He did.

As the little bitch died, torn open with baby-guts bleeding out of a punched-open hole that was part cunt, part asshole and part slip-open belly, Vanessa lost her fucking mind: cumming again and again as the little blonde was raped to death. The little one’s two older sisters looked like scared virgins with a stiff dick in each pumping fist and one in the mouth, being jacked by its black owner. Each pretty blonde teen had a big mouthful of ebony cock; these were thunderous pricks they would much rather have in their mouth than asshole.

Fingers were fucking them; both girls were rolling their little hips inexpertly, slowly awakening to their own pleasure, learning what made sex feel so good. They did seem to be coming around to giving the devils their due ... along with some very good head. Their mother did like seeing that -- very much, if fact -- especially while very openly cheating on her husband on a black dick big enough to kill a kindergartener. It didn't appear to be the first time she did that, nor the first time her girls saw her do that.

A number of big-dicked niggers decided to finish their final fucks in Barbie’s swollen, steamy, brutally-raped cunt; the broken blonde teen barely noticed the last ten thick cocks that dumped steamy loads in to her overflowing fuck-hole; she got two of the thicker-cocked niggers in her bitch pussy at the same time, though, and she squealed our another toe-curling orgasm at the assault.

Angie, Barbie’s mother, was sucking on a huge nigger cock recently pulled out her daughter’s abused asshole, politely asking begging for the man to please piss in her mouth; soon, the Angie was serving as a human toilet for her daughter’s rapists, gulping down all offerings, the center of all male attention as Vanessa openly masturbated over the split-open corpse of her 7-year-old daughter.

Hermione laughed.

Her mind was brought back to attention when Ginny moaned into her cunt.

The vibrations felt good, certainly … but what had caused them? Hermione looked down Ginny’s petite body to see the adorable preteen’s tiny fingers moving around her own dripping hole.

This wouldn’t do.

Hermione grabbed her wand from the bed beside her
and gave it a swish. Ginny’s bedsheets instantly sprang to life, wrapping themselves around Ginny’s little wrists. Ginny felt her arms being pulled
together behind her back and her hands tied tightly.

“Naughty whore,” Hermione said with a cruel grin. “Greedy, dirty, nasty little fuckpig. This isn’t about YOUR pleasure, cuntmeat! Any pleasure given to a rapedoll like you is incidental. You are here to serve your betters, bitch. Now, you’ll must be punished for daring to play with your sloppy fuckhole like you were a person.”

Hermione swished her wand again, and the book of sex magic lifted into the air and positioned itself above Ginny’s cute, tight backside. “Now, I’m going to use this big, heavy book to beat your tiny little ass black and blue, and you’re going to moan like the filthy pain-slut that you are. But don’t you DARE cum … or you’ll regret it,” said Hermione in a teasing, singsong voice.


Hermione flicked her wand and brought the book down — HARD — onto Ginny’s ass. Ginny yelped into Hermione’s pussy, prompting another vicious spank. Blow upon blow rained down, forcing Ginny’s tongue further into Hermione’s cunt and turning Ginny’s perky ass bright red. Insult after disgusting insult spilled from Hermione’s plump lips, filling Ginny’s ears with more filth than she had heard in her life. Ginny’s cunt was dripping onto her covers at this treatment, her mind spinning with pain, degradation and fierce arousal.

Eventually, the spankings stopped.

Both girls were nearing their climaxes, but Hermione was still missing something. She still didn’t feel FULL enough. She used her wand to position the book so that it lay open on Ginny's back; Ginny could feel her flesh tingling in pleasure where the book touched it.

“I’m gonna look through here for something … SPICY. You be a good table and keep steady. You don’t wanna know what I’ll do to you if you drop my book,” smirked Hermione, flicking through the pages.

Ginny had a sudden urge to shake the book off, to experience more of Hermione’s brutal s punishment, but her submissive urges won out and she did her best to keep her body still, even as she wiggled her tongue inside her best friend.

Hermione stopped flicking. She’d found a page that illustrated the perfect spell to try out. “Where have you been all my life?” she whispered to the book, before pointing her wand at Ginny’s head and muttering the words of the spell.

Ginny felt the magic move through her and focus on her tongue, which suddenly started stretching, extending further into Hermione’s cunt than ever before. Hermione squealed with delight at the feeling.

“Now you can really fill me up,” she giggled, grabbing Ginny’s hair with both hands and forcing the redhead hard against her crotch. Ginny gave her still-growing tongue an experimental wiggle; it seemed to ripple down her tongue like a wave, causing Hermione to moan with pleasure.

Ginny was loving her new ability, and resolved to learn the spell from Hermione as soon as possible. She pushed her snake like tongue further up Hermione, wiggling it all the way, until it hit resistance. Hermione
moaned again, a mix of pain and pleasure filling her. She could sense that soon she would be unable to tell the difference.

“You’ve hit my cervix, you naughty girl! Nothing’s ever got that far before -- Keep going you lesbo slut, see if you can lick my womb. I bet you’ll be able to taste the rapecum still in there. Maybe if you get it all out I won’t get pregnant after all! Although that seems inevitable with the amount of fucking I’ll be doing.”

Hermione was humping into Ginny’s face now, writhing her hips as the invading tongue filled her more completely than anything she had ever felt.

Ginny tried to oblige, wiggling the tip of her tongue, licking Hermione’s cervix. Eventually, the internal massage seemed to work and she felt her tongue push through. She was inside her best friend’s most
private place! Hermione screamed as she came, drenching Ginny’s face in juices. She clenched her thighs around Ginny’s head, locking her in place. Ginny couldn’t breathe, her head was swimming with lust and pain and lack of air. All she could do was keep licking, keep pushing.

She tasted the wall of Hermione’s womb. There really was some cum left in there! She frantically licked all around the inside of her friend, gathering up the rapespunk that still filled her.

Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, the intense pleasure-pain of her violated womb setting off fireworks in her head. Eventually, she came down … even as Ginny continued to explore deep
inside her. Her gaze fell to the book, open on the bed beside her.

Open to a new page, showing two new spells that she suddenly REALLY wanted to try out.

First, though, Hermione picked up her wand and pointed it herself. She repeated the tongue-extending spell and gave an experimental stretch. Her tongue shot out and waggled in the air ahead of her, at last 6 inches long. She tested her control over her new tongue by trying to stretch it back towards her face, and blinked in delight when she licked her own nose.
Trying for something hard now, she willed her tongue to travel further, and moaned in pleasure as she licked the inside of her ear.

Something to play with later.

Satisfied for now, she withdrew her tongue.

“Alright, cunt, you’ve done enough down there for now,” said Hermione, pulling Ginny’s hair until the little slut withdrew her tongue with a slurping noise; Hermione shuddered with delight as it left her. She yanked Ginny’s hair up until they were once again face to face. Ginny had a dazed but happy look in her eyes as she gazed at Hermione. “It’s time I rewarded you for being such willing rapemeat,” said Hermione. “Close your eyes.”

Ginny obeyed, and was delighted when she felt Hermione’s soft lips against her own. She parted her lips, allowing Hermione’s tongue entry into her mouth. She felt Hermione explore her mouth, and sent her
own tongue probing into her friend. Soon, both tongues were twisted around each other, but Hermione was not to be outdone. Ginny’s eyes shot open as she felt Hermione’s tongue start to push down her throat.

She could see a knowing smirk in Hermione’s eyes even as she felt the invading organ wriggle further down inside her. Ginny decided that two could play at this game, and forced her own tongue down Hermione’s throat.

Hermione was momentarily taken aback. This little cunt had gone on the offensive! She knew that she HAD to make the whore break first. She redoubled her efforts, really fucking Ginny’s throat with her tongue; Ginny returned the favor, and soon both girls were furiously locking lips, hands running through each other’s hair, sending their extended tongues throatfucking in and out until both girls could barely breathe.

Hermione felt lightheaded, like she would soon faint. She couldn’t let that happen, she couldn’t let this skank best her. She brought her hands around Ginny’s face and down to her neck, lightly grasping her throat. She could feel her own tongue moving around inside her friend.

It had to be now or never.

She sent her tongue further inside Ginny than ever before, so far that it must have almost reached her stomach. At the same time, she squeezed her hands … not tightly, but enough to cut off most of Ginny’s air supply. Ginny started to struggle, her hands slapping
at Hermione’s, but Hermione was determined. Ginny at last withdrew her tongue and tried to say something, but the tongue still filling her throat and her own lack of air rendered her words inaudible. Hermione squeezed harder, until Ginny’s eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy squirted: she lost consciousness and came at the same time.

Hermione at last let go, causing Ginny’s limp body to fall to the bed. Hermione withdrew her tongue from her friends throat, fully clearing her airway at last. Ginny gasped automatically, her body desperate for oxygen. Hermione was panting as well, partly in victory but mostly in arousal. The slut had tried to best her! She had almost succeeded! She would have to be punished further. Hermione picked up her wand and got to work.

Ginny awoke to the feeling of her pussy being pounded harder than ever before. She tried to move, but soon realised that her arms and legs were bound. Hermione must have tied her to the posts of her bed. She looked
down her body and — for a moment — thought that she must be dreaming.

Her mind just couldn’t process what she was seeing.

Hermione was between her legs, fucking her with the biggest cock Ginny had ever seen. It had to be at least two foot long and as thick around as her wrist. Ginny could tell how big it was because she could see its huge outline stretching up her body until the head was between her tits. Ginny knew that she should be in incredible pain, but all she could feel was intense pleasure as she was filled like never before.

She groaned automatically at the pure wrongness of the situation.

Hermione smiled and quickly smacked one of Ginny’s tits to get her attention. “You’re awake,” she said, smacking the other tit for good measure. “Good. I’ve been growing my cock inside you for at least five minutes now, and I thought it might come all the way out of your mouth before you woke up.”

Both girls moaned at the mental image that flashed
through their heads. Both girls resolved to try it out one day.

“How the fuck,” panted Ginny, finding it hard to speak with a cock compressing her lungs. “How did you do this?”

“The book, stupid,” said Hermione, slowly pushing in and out, watching her shaft travel up and down her friend’s body. “One of the very first spells lets sluts grow cocks; I guess a lot of people like chicks with dicks. And next to it was a permanent stretching charm, to make sure that the results didn’t break fragile little girls like you.”

Ginny gasped.

“Oh yes,” laughed Hermione, reading Ginny’s shocked look. “I said permanent. From now on, you’ll be able to take anything and everything I have to give you, without any lasting damage. Isn’t life going to be fun? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a womb to fill.”

Ginny was about to answer back, but soon found herself unable to speak as Hermione started fucking with all her might, thrusting like a wild animal. Ginny could only hold on until her friend had finished. Hermione felt close. The spell had not gifted her with balls but she felt something up inside her. She had a flash of inspiration and grabbed Ginny tits, pushing them together around her cock. It felt incredible: she was fucking Ginny’s womb and tits at the same time! The wild sensations pushed her over the edge and she roared as semen shot up her shaft and into Ginny’s waiting cunt. She pumped and pumped, sperm shooting from her in a torrent. Ginny gasped as she saw the area of her chest around Hermione’s cockhead start to swell, and realized that it must be her womb filling up with cum. It swelled until it looked the size of her boobs. If it was possible to get pregnant from girlcocks, she HAD to be pregnant after this.

Her pussy spasmed as she came yet again on Hermione’s spurting cock.

Finally, Hermione was done. She muttered a quick counterspell and her gigantic fuck-shaft slowly withdrew until it had entirely vanished, allowing
Ginny’s insides to return to their rightful places. She looked down at her broken friend, and smiled at a job well done. Ginny’s cunt — although badly misused — did not look abnormally stretched from her huge penetration … even as belly was swollen with spunk, leaving her pregnant looking. She was covered with sweat and her face was wet with cunt-juices, her gorgeous red hair wildly spilled around her head. Her eyes, dazed since her orgasm, focused on Hermione’s.

Ginny smiled widely. “That was the best fuck of my life,” she cooed. “We have to do that every night. You gonna untie me now?”

She wriggled her arms to demonstrate.

Hermione laughed, amazed that the slut still hadn’t got the message. “You don’t seem to realize how this works. This is not an act. You don’t call the shots. I decide what I’m going to do with you. You are worthless meat, and I own you. In fact,” she said, picking up her wand again, “I’m going to mark you as my property.”

Hermione pointed her wand at Ginny’s chest and muttered something. Ginny felt pain flash across her left breast as words were quickly tattooed onto her skin. She looked down, and saw something written above her nipple in large black letters.

“That says ‘Hermione’s Whore’, and you’re never
getting rid of it,” said Hermione, slapping the words as Ginny winced with agony. “But, now I think about it, that might deter weak-willed people from using your holes like the rapemeat you are. Ooh, I know what to do…”

Hermione pointed her wand just above Ginny’s slit, and Ginny felt the overwhelming pain again.

“It says ‘All Visitors Welcome,’ said Hermione. “There’s even a little arrow pointing down to your hole; this way, everyone should be clear on your position. Now, then,” Hermione said, suddenly speaking in a perky voice quite unlike her previous sadistic tones. “I’ve got places to be, people to fuck. I’ll just give you the slut curse and I’ll be off.”

“Slut curse?” stammered Ginny.

“You know, the curse that got me started like this. It’s actually even better than I thought! It doesn’t ONLY affect men; instead, it affects anyone even slightly attracted to chicks. Which means both of us will be swimming in a sea of hot, wet pussies and hard, thick cocks for the rest of our lives. Won’t that be wonderful?”

Ginny shook her head. Sure, she enjoyed being a bit of a skank, but the idea of never being able to meet anyone without them trying to fuck her felt like a
step too far. Hermione could see the panic on her tiny friend’s face and gloried in it. She raised her wand and said the words, eager to see what changes the spell would create in her friend.

First, Ginny’s hair grew until it would likely reach her ass when she stood up. It rearranged itself into two plaited pigtails that dangled from the top of her head. All the hair below her neck vanished, removing
her cute landing strip and leaving her pussy bald. Makeup appeared on her face; it wasn’t to the whorish extent of Hermione’s own, but it was enough. It
looked quite amateurishly applied, and emphasised her eyes, making them seem large and innocent. Next, Hermione was surprised to note that Ginny’s perky little C-cups started to shrink instead of grow, ending up as small handfuls with tight, hard nipples on top. The overall effect gave Ginny a look that was a couple of years younger. Hermione thought that her young slave could probably pass for twelve, depending on what she was wearing … but her new look was likely to fulfill a few of the fantasies of the castle’s residents.

Men always wanted to pretend they were fucking something illegal, after all

Hermione giggled. “I’m sure you’re going to get a LOT of attention from now on. Now, I’m going to go. Lots to do. And no, I’m not going to untie you,” she said in response to Ginny’s pleading look.

She raised her voice. “I’m sure one of your roommates, who have definitely NOT been listening to me fucking your brains out, will be generous enough to set you free. They might demand payment in advance, though!”

Hermione swept aside the curtains around Ginny’s bed, leaving the little girl exposed to the room; she could hear hard breathing coming from the other four beds.

“See you in the morning,” she called as she left the
room. She could already hear the other girls approaching Ginny, ready to provide a helping hand.

***

Harry Potter was in the showers after a quidditch match, cleaning off. The rest of the team had already gone back to the castle, leaving him alone. He heard a noise from the entrance and turned to see his girlfriend Ginny closing the door behind her. She looked … different.

Her hair was in plaited pigtails and she looked skinnier and shorter than normal. And her tits had almost disappeared! She was dressed as a schoolgirl, in a thigh length tartan skirt, white stockings and tight blouse. The overall effect was of a young, innocent girl just begging to be corrupted.

Harry was no fool. He knew his girlfriend was a whore who acted as the school bike.

He just didn’t care.

Practice makes perfect, after all, which made Ginny one of the best lays in Hogwarts. Once, he had got together with her ex-boyfriends — Michael Corner and Dean Thomas, and gang-fucked her in the prefects bathroom for most of a day. Those two were less happy with her slutty nature and had a lot of aggression to work out on her. The bruises had taken weeks to go down completely.

The other advantage of being in a relationship with the school cumbucket was that he was free to fuck as many girls as he wanted. Being the Chosen One was a fast track into any girl’s panties, and he’d fucked his way through most of the dumb cunts foolish enough to believe that the famous Harry Potter was falling in love with them.

Cho had been a bit of a challenge, but the uptight chink bitch had calmed down after he’d rammed her for a couple of minutes. She’d even looked like she was starting to enjoy it by the time he’d unloaded in her fertile, unprotected womb.

He’d never fucked Hermione though. That prude only had eyes for Ron, even though the fucking idiot was too much of a pussy to make a move on that hot piece of ass. Still, Hermione was Harry’s friend, not some groupie, so he’d never ‘forced the issue,’ so to speak.

What he wouldn’t give to defile the little bookworm.

Ginny stepped forward, swinging her non existent chest back and forth with her hands behind her back. This innocent look was really doing it for Harry, and he felt his cock rising to point at his whore girlfriend.

What she said next made him harder than he had ever been.

“Daddy,” she said, her voice high and breathy. “I met your quidditch friends on my way here and they said they had some new shampoo for me to try and they pushed me on the ground and they took out their
thingies and they rubbed until the shampoo came out all over my hair but it’s still in my hair ‘cuz there wasn’t any water to wash it out with … so can I shower with you please daddy pleeeeeease?”

She finally took a breath, looking at Harry with entirely innocent eyes.

Harry was hard as diamonds. Looking more closely, he could see that Ginny’s hair really was a mess: cum was matted throughout, and some was even dripping from one of her pigtails. The whole team must have cum
in her hair to get this result, which included Fred and George.

This didn’t surprise Harry. While full-on incestuous sex was one of Ginny’s few boundaries, he knew that she’d sucked off the twins a few times and would have no problem taking their loads on her. They’d probably
been the ones to initiate the shampoo-trick.

Ginny was really acting the role well, though: if he didn’t know any better, he’d assume that she genuinely thought it was shampoo in her hair. He decided to
play along, and see how far he could take this.

“Silly girl, of course there was water to wash it out with,” he said, thinking fast. “Didn’t you know that special thingie-shampoo can only be washed out with special thingie-water? You should have asked Uncle Fred and Uncle George to give you some! It’s a good thing I’m here, or you wouldn’t be able to get the shampoo out at all! We’ve got to be quick or it’ll dry in your hair. Kneel down where you are.”

Ginny obeyed, eyes wide and blushing at her own silliness. Her hands were still clasped behind her back. Harry stepped forward out of the shower and pointed his cock at her cum-covered hair.

“Now,” Harry said, “Daddy’s going to give you some of his special water, and you’re going to wash out your hair properly, okay?”

Ginny nodded slowly. “B-but Daddy, won’t that get my clothes all wet?” said, looking into his eyes.

“I told you, we have to be quick or it’ll dry,” said Harry. “If you weren’t so stupid you could have asked your uncles to wash you off and had time to take your clothes off … but it’s too late now, so you’ll have to get wet. Now, get ready!”

He started pissing despite his hard-on, a torrent of urine splashing down on his girlfriend. The first blast hit her in her upturned face, smearing her make-up. She quickly adjusted and washed her hair in the shower of piss. Her clothes rapidly became soaked, both her blouse and stockings turning yellow and transparent. He could clearly see her hard nipples poking through the clingy wet fabric. Ginny seemed to be happy with the state of her hair, having cleared it of most of the cum, so she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Harry adjusted his aim and soon
the filthy redhead had an overflowing mouthful of his warm piss.

Harry finally stopped peeing. There wasn’t a dry spot on his girlfriend. She looked him in the eyes and started gargling his piss before lowering her head and letting the liquid drain out of her mouth and onto her chest. Harry could see yellow droplets hanging from her inch long nipples. The stone floor around her was a puddle of piss and cum.

He considered making her slurp up the mixture … but she took the initiative.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Ginny said as she licked dollops of cum from the bathroom floor, beaming widely as if Harry had given her an ice-cream instead of a golden shower. “I want to make your thingie happy to thank it for all that yummy special water. Can I suck on it, Daddy? Pretty please?”

Harry nodded, and Ginny shuffled forward on her knees and started lapping at his cock. She quickly popped Harry’s shaft into her mouth and started sucking slowly, swirling her tongue around the head rapidly.

Harry groaned.

This felt AMAZING.

He wanted to hurry things up, though, so he grabbed her piss-soaked pigtails and wrapped them around his hands before using them to pull Ginny further down onto his cock. Inch by inch her lips slid down his length as her hair pulled painfully at her scalp. Her nose was just about to reach his pubes when…

Harry woke up. The dorm room was dark. He stared up at the roof of his bed as his senses returned to him. Fuck! That had the makings of a fucking for the ages, and it had all been a fucking dream. That would teach
him for not ass-raping some stupid slut before he went to sleep. He was just making a mental note to piss on Ginny as soon as possible when the messages from
his lower body finally reached his brain.

Someone was sucking him off!

He looked down, but whoever it was had climbed under the covers and he couldn’t tell who it was. He assumed that Ginny had decided on some sneaky fun, as she loved fucking in semi-public where other people might find them.

Of course, blowing Harry while her pussy brother slept in the next bed would be right up her alley.

Harry was close to his climax after the intense dream, and felt a sense of frustration that the fantasy had been taken from him. As normal, he decided to work out this frustration by abusing the nearest woman. He wrapped his legs around Ginny’s head, ramming his cock all the way down her throat. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem to gag or struggle at this treatment. Good as she was, she normally had significant trouble taking his full, impressive length. This time, however, she just started swirling her tongue like mad around his meat.

Frustrated by her lack of struggle, Harry reached under the covers to make things harder for her. He quickly found her face and gave it a light slap before pinching her nose closed, cutting off her air.

That did the trick! The slut started bucking and thrashing, trying desperately to get some oxygen. Harry felt his balls boiling, his climax rushing to
completion. Ginny’s struggles started to fade as she began to pass out, and that’s when Harry came: shooting his load straight down her throat and into her stomach. The whore was swallowing desperately, cum
hungry even as she lost consciousness.

Harry’s orgasm finished, and he released his vice grip on the redheaded whore. His softening cock slipped out of her mouth and she started taking in loud, ragged breaths. His gentler side won out, and he lifted the covers and rolled his girlfriend onto her back to allow her more air. Only now he could see that it wasn’t his slut girlfriend at all. He had just mouthraped and choked out his best friend Hermione Granger! He sat
there, stunned, eyes drinking in the unconscious form of the previously prudish bookworm.

A lot had changed since he had last seen her.

Hermione's face was covered in ruined make-up. Her dark red lipstick was smeared, and black stains ran down her face where her panicked tears had tracked her overdone mascara. Her hair was long and in a complete mess from her thrashing. She was wearing a leather collar with the word 'BITCH' displayed in silver. Her tits were larger, and covered only by a black mesh tube top; her long thick nipples poked out through the large holes in the mesh. He could see what looked like a tattoo on her chest above her enhanced boobs. It read, in a curly but perfectly legible font, 'You can't rape the willing...'

As he looked, the words blurred and shifted, until they read 'But I'd like to see you try.'

Hermione's belly looked swollen, almost pregnant. That gave him another shock. It shouldn't be possible to get that knocked up in one night, even with magic, right? Her ass and crotch were 'covered' by a tiny red and black pleated skirt; Harry could see by the large slit up the side that she wasn't wearing underwear.

Another tattoo was on display just above the skirts waistline, this one reading 'Be my baby-daddy, Mister?'

Black fishnet stockings ran up her legs, but these were mostly obscured by long black leather boots that ended above her knees. The boots ended in a platform base with a six inch heel. Harry had never seen Hermione wear any sort of heel and was surprised that she had made it up the stairs to his dorm in these. The overall look was 'extremely slutty goth schoolgirl,' and Harry felt his dick growing hard again just looking at this new side of Hermione.

Harry had to know more, and for that he needed to wake the slut up. He grasped her thick nipples and squeezed painfully. Hermione moaned and shifted in her sleep. Harry pulled on her nipples, stretching her tits out until they couldn't go any further. Hermione moaned again and spread her legs, shifting her tiny skirt and revealing her bare pussy. She still refused to wake up. Harry's eyes fixed on that inviting pussy. That would surely wake her up.

He released his grip on Hermione's nipples, making her breasts snap back into their previous perky position, and climbed between her legs. Lining up his tool with the puckered tightness of her tiny, virgin asshole, he took a deep breath before pushing in.

The bitch was tight, but Harry was used to that. He had deflowered his share of virgins, after all, and had raped countless unwilling women up the shitpipe. He slowly continued to press forward until he was buried balls deep inside Hermione. Her eyes suddenly shot open as her legs wrapped around Harry, trapping him inside her.

"For fuck's sake, Harry! You had an unconscious girl in your bed and it took you THAT long to ass-rape the bitch?" she said. "From Ginny's stories, I expected more! Now fuck my tight little fuckhole until you dump a load up my colon, Daddy."

Harry didn't have to be told twice: he started thrusting hard into her guts using long, deep strokes. He rested his hands by Hermione's head and looked down at her, watching her face contort with pain and pleasure as he stretched her asshole out.

Even as lust filled his mind, he had to know what had brought about this incredible change.

"What happened to you, Hermione?" he said, panting out the words between thrusts.

"Nothing big," she said with a moan. "A spell turned me into a submissive slut. I was really scared so I went to see your whore girlfriend, and she cast ANOTHER spell that turned me into a les-dom slut. So I fucked her to say thank you and came here to complete the set. I thought a nice blowjob would be a good way to start things. I wasn't expecting you to choke me out, but thanks anyway. I came so hard when I passed out! I woke up straight away, but wanted to see how long it would take for you to rape me. You’re the first man to bottom-out in my asshole.”

"Oh," Harry said with a laugh. "That explains it."

"Which was FAR too long, Harry Potter," she said; she was suddenly stern now, almost like she used to be. "Next time you see a passed out slut, you better get to raping her holes as quickly as you can!"

Harry was amazed by the utterly changed Hermione. His thrusts up her hot, grasping asshole were become wilder, more rapid. He gestured to her swollen stomach with one hand.

"What about this?” he asked. "You can't have gotten knocked up in a day."

"Oh, I'm sure I've gotten knocked up," said Hermione, smirking. "I've taken enough spunk up the cunt today to make sure of that. But that bulge isn't a baby. It's from the lovely drink you gave me in your sleep."

It took Harry a second to work out what she meant. "You mean when I took a piss?"

"It was so delicious I just had to swallow it all. You went on for ages, as well! It's no wonder my stomach is stretched," Hermione said, rubbing her belly tenderly.

Harry's mind filled with the image of Hermione gulping down his piss. It was the last straw. He groaned as he came, his cock buried to the hilt inside Hermione’s aching butthole. Hermione came too as she felt his sperm spray her intestines.

"That's it!" she cried. "Cum inside me! Fill up your cumbucket, Daddy! I'm nothing but fuckmeat with holes for your cock and your cum! Make me your rapedoll!"

Her words spurred Harry, and his spunk continued to pour into Hermione. He didn't know that she had cast a cum multiplication charm on him in his sleep. All he could do was watch as his sperm filled her ass until her belly stretched further and further.

He finally stopped cumming and rolled off of Hermione. Her belly was so full of piss and cum that she looked six months pregnant. They were both panting happily in post-orgasmic bliss. Hermione suddenly rolled onto her side to look at Harry.

"Right," she said, the old bossy Hermione once more. "We've got to be quick before the castle wakes up."

"Quick?" said Harry, confused. "Quick for what?"

“I've got a lot more planned for you, Harry Potter, but we've got to get to the Room of Requirement first," said Hermione, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up expertly on her stripper heels.

Harry quickly pulled on some pajamas and leapt out of bed. Hermione was already strutting towards the door, cum oozing out of her abused anus. Her heels put a sway in her step, and her swollen belly led the way forward. Harry saw another tattoo on her lower back. This one read 'No Means Yes!'

Harry grinned and followed her down the stairs.

It was going to be a fun day.

***

When Hermione first swung open the door to the Room of Requirement, Harry was too distracted to take in the interior. There were a few reasons for this. The first was that Hermione had spent the trip detailing her hot, sweaty fuck session with Ginny, along with the magical changes his whore of a girlfriend had been subjected to. When Hermione had told him that she had left Ginny tied to her bed to be gang-raped by her sexy dorm-mates, Harry had seriously considered leaving Hermione in the corridor and going to join in. But he'd been involved in more Ginny gang-bangs than he could count, and he was still eager to explore this new slut Hermione's holes.

These holes were the second reason that he was distracted. Hermione's tiny pleated skirt was barely more than a belt, and her cuntlips were clearly on display at all times. Her exaggerated swaying stride caused the skirt to shift as she walked, giving Harry tantalizing glimpses of her puckered, perfect pink asshole. His gaze was fixed on her butt-cheeks as they walked, so he quickly noticed when cum started dripping from her well-used ass and pussy. He had pumped a lot of sperm inside her and soon it came flowing out until her thighs were covered with gooey cream.

Both the sight of his seed covering Hermione's legs and her filthy description of raping his girlfriend led to Harry's third distraction: he was getting hard, despite already cumming twice recently. He didn't know that Hermione had, as well as multiplying his cum production, eliminated his refractory period: he could fuck forever if he wanted.

And she'd made another change as well, one which he was just starting to notice.

Harry had always been proud of his cock. His thick, 12-inch-long shaft intimidated most girls when they first saw it. Some men would see that as a problem … but, as Harry saw it, if a girl made him get hard he had the right to use her as he saw fit. Most of the girls enjoyed it in the end, especially those times that he managed to fuck straight into their wombs.

Now though, his cock was growing larger than it ever had before. Constrained by his pajamas, it was stiffening against his leg and had reached his knee by the time they reached the room. Harry could see the thick bulge running down his leg. He wasn't sure if he would be able to fit this into Hermione, but was determined to try.

All of this meant that it took Harry a moment to register the changes to the Room of Requirement. His attention was first caught by the low, mirrored ceiling, which reflected back the perversion contained within. A large bed stood at the back of the room, big enough for several people. The walls were covered with toys and gadgets that Harry was eager to try out, apart from one wall which was dominated by a large cross with attached restraints. There were a few other bondage devices scattered across the floor, including what looked like a cage, and several hooks attached to the ceiling. The center of the room contained a small platform with a stripper pole leading to the ceiling. A few low chairs surrounded the platform.

Hermione squealed in pleasure as she spotted the pole and dragged Harry over to it. She slowly pushed him down onto one of the soft chairs, making sure to give him a long look at her mesh covered boobs as she dangled them before his face. He reached up to grab them, but she quickly straightened up and strutted onto the platform. Harry quickly stripped off his pajamas and grasped his now massive cock, which was now so thick that he couldn't wrap his fingers around the shaft.

Pounding music filled the room as Hermione took her position. Her belly was less swollen now, as most of Harry’s seed had leaked onto her thighs. There was only the slight bump left by his piss and his first load in her stomach. She quickly started her routine, grasping the pole and strutting around it, shaking her ass and tits as she did. After a couple of circles she faced Harry and started humping the pole, which quickly got sticky from the juices still on her thighs. The slut stripped off her top and flung it at Harry before wrapping her newly freed tits around the pole and sliding down. The spunk on the pole smeared up her stomach and her tits until she was kneeling, her face was level with the sticky patch. She quickly stuck out her tongue and started lapping at Harry's seed, cleaning the pole and swallowing it down.

Harry’s cock had now grown so long that the head waggled in front of his face, somewhat obscuring his view of Hermione’s sexy striptease. He growled and stood from the chair, stalking towards his skanky friend, who was momentarily distracted by her attempts to lick Harry’s spunk from her own cleavage. Harry had to hold his shaft ahead of him to provide support, as it was nearly three foot long now and in danger of
dragging on the floor. He reached the stage, leering down at the cum-covered slut in front of him.

Harry suddenly lashed out with his free hand and grabbed Hermione’s long hair tightly in his fist. He pulled her up until her knees were lifted slightly from the ground, most of her weight now supported by her
hair. She winced, but looked up at him with a challenging look in her eyes, daring him to do more.

Something inside Harry snapped.

For three years this cunt had denied him, had kept herself ‘pure’ even as she developed into a smoking hot bitch. And now she was challenging him? In that single, perfect moment, Harry fucking hated his friend. He would rape her every hole. He would ream her with his monstrous phallus until she was ripped apart. He would fill her with load after load of his cum and piss until she burst.

With a roar, he twisted Hermione’s hair and slammed her onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of the platform. His cock was level with her now, and he rested it on top of her. His shaft was so long that it covered most of her body, reaching her belly button.

Hermione was still dazed, and Harry seized his chance. He backed away, dragging his cock along her naked body and between her enormous breasts. His cockhead finally reached her mouth, which she instinctively opened. Harry’s gigantic tool seemed far too large to fit into the small opening, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.

Harry pushed, forcing his cockhead past Hermione’s plump lips. Hermione privately thanked the permanent stretching charm that she had cast on herself as she felt her mouth stretch around Harry’s thick shaft.
She thrashed her tongue around the invading tool as Harry continued to push onward.

Harry could feel his cock entering Hermione -(TM)s throat. Her gag reflex seemed to have been eliminated, which struck Harry as a shame. He always enjoyed it when girls gagged and tried to fight him off when he
throat fucked them. He resolved to test Hermione’s new stretching abilities, suddenly thrusting another foot of cock into her. He could see the bulge of his cock in her throat, steadily moving onwards until it was forced between her perky tits.

This gave him an idea.

Hermione could feel the blood rushing to her head as it dangled from the platform. She could also feel Harry’s obscene shaft penetrating deeply down her throat. It wasn’t painful, and the stretching spell seemed to have taken care of her need to breathe. In fact, the sensation filled her with a sense of deep joy.

She was finally being used for her intended purpose!

Her rapists from before had fucked her, and Ginny had
awakened her, but Harry was truly USING her. She had seen into his soul, and knew that he no longer saw her as his friend, or even as a person. He saw her as meat, as holes to fuck and stretch and ruin, as flesh to punish and break. She moaned around his cock in pleasure. She could see that he still had at least another foot of dick to force into her face, and she
wanted to encourage him further. The whore wrapped her hands around her own neck, massaging Harry’s tool through her skin.

Harry grabbed his wand, pointing it towards the racks of toys on the wall. “Accio clamps!”

Something small shot through the air and Harry deftly caught it: a pair of metal nipple clamps, connected by a chain. He took one of Hermione’s long, thick nipples and stretched it out before attaching one of the clamps. Hermione moaned in pleasure as the sharp pain shot through her nipple, sending wonderful vibrations along Harry’s shaft. Her second moan was even louder as Harry twisted her nipple before attaching the clamp. Finally, he tapped his wand on the connecting chain.
The chain shortened, pulling Hermione’s tits together around Harry’s cock. The chain continued to shrink until it was almost gone, Hermione’s abused nipples nearly touching each other. The end result was that Harry could feel Hermione’s fleshy globes pushing against his ridiculous penis as it bulged through her skin. He was getting a titfuck and a handjob even as he reamed Hermione’s throat!

That extra humiliation added, Harry decided to get serious about ruining his best friend. He grabbed her shoulders to keep them both steady and suddenly thrust the remainder of his immense cock into her greedy whore throat. More than a foot of extra cock pushed inside Hermione, and it felt incredible. The tightness of her throat, combined with her massaging hands and compressing tits, made Harry’s head spin. He could see his cockhead travel down inside her until it reached her already bulging belly.

His cock must have reached her stomach!

This thought almost made him cum, but he held off. He had to enjoy this more before he blew. He withdrew slightly before plunging back in, setting off a thrusting motion that made Hermione’s expansive breasts jiggle
back and forth along his cock. He slapped them, hard, a few times as they moved, each time forcing a moan from the painslut he was filling. He could see his cockhead pushing at the inside of Hermione’s belly, the end of each thrust making a visible bulge in her flesh. This sight was enough to tip him over the edge. His heavy balls, also magically enhanced and currently slapping Hermione in the face with each thrust, tightened in preparation for the largest load of his life.

Harry roared as he came, wave after wave of thick spunk shooting from his cock like a fire hose. Hermione’s belly swelled rapidly as her stomach filled, and within seconds she looked heavily pregnant, her skin stretched around the prodigious load of cum filling her. The incredible, impossible sensations triggered Hermione’s own orgasm, and her entire body thrashed around Harry’s cock as she was filled. Her stomach
could take no more, and Harry could feel his cum flowing back up Hermione’ s throat. Sperm burst from her mouth around his cock, but even that was not enough. Harry watched in amazement as cum blasted from her nose and even trickled from her ears and tear-ducts. His cum was finding every path out of the inflated whore.

Still shooting spunk, Harry started to withdraw. It took some time, but eventually his cockhead popped out from between Hermione’s swollen lips and immediately blasted her face with cum. Her open mouth was filled with it, and soon her hair, face and tits were covered as well. After minutes of orgasm, Harry finally finished and looked down at his handiwork. The effect was incredible: her swollen belly looked pregnant with twins. Her magnificent rack was blasted with white cream. Her hair was pasted together below her, and her facial features were almost obliterated by the mask of semen he had showered onto her.

Hermione finally came down from her own orgasm, and immediately started rubbing Harry’s spunk into her skin. Harry had a wicked idea.

“I’m still not sure you have enough cream there, slut,” he said, climbing up onto the platform with her. “I’ll just have to pump some more out of you.”

Harry put his foot down onto Hermione’s huge belly and pushed down hard. With nowhere else to go, his cum shot up the slut’s throat and out of her mouth, covering her face and tits with further waves of spunk.
Harry continued to apply pressure, forcing his sperm from between Hermione’s lips, over her face and down her hair until it pooled on the floor beneath her. The utter degradation of being forced to vomit pure cum was enough to trigger another of Hermione’s orgasms.

Finally, Hermione’s belly was empty. She now looked like she had been dipped in a tank of sperm from the waist up, and the ground below her was slick with juices. She slowly raised her shaking hands to her face and carefully wiped some of the the cum from her eyes. As she opened her eyes, ropes of cum made webs across her eyelashes. Hermione, now truly the
skankiest, most worthless whore in Hogwarts, looked up at Harry through a mask of his semen. She had only one thing to say.

“What’s next, Daddy?”

***

Hermione spent most of that day being used by Harry Potter. Luckily, it was a Sunday, so they weren’t needed in class and could spend hours and hours rutting like beasts. Hermione was fucked in all of her holes until they were raw, covered inside and out with torrents of spunk. Harry had made good use of the room, including tying her to the cross and lashing her tits and cunt with a leather strap. Hermione had cum hard, again and again, with every direct hit on her pussy.

Eventually, Harry had grown tired of using the whore and muttered something about finding his cumdump girlfriend. He blasted on final wave of cum up Hermione’s asshole as he said this, before withdrawing and walking out of the room without a backward glance. Hermione was left breathless on the floor, dripping cum onto the flagstones.

After a few minutes of lying in a cum dazed stupor, Hermione gathered her wits and looked around. She was alone in the Room. Various fluids and toys covered the floor, and next to her on the floor was …the book.

Which most DEFINITELY had not been there before.

“Clingy little thing, aren’t you?” Hermione said, picking up the book and feeling the charge from it shoot straight to her clit. She opened the covers and flicked through, not really reading it, just hoping that something would leap out at her.

Something did. The book seemed to stop of its own volition at a page titled ‘Companion Summoning’: it seemed to detail several spells that would summon-forth different creatures for the caster to spend some ‘quality time’ with.

One spell in particular seemed to call out to Hermione,
and — without quite realizing what she was doing — she pulled her wand from her ass (long since shoved there by Harry) and tapped the book with it, intoning the words of the spell.

Instantly, the book started to shake. Hermione gasped and dropped it to the floor before clambering to her feet and backing away. A black spot seemed to be spreading from the centre of the book, slowly taking over the pages until the entire book was nothing but a black hole in space.

Suddenly, something shot out of the book: a purple tentacle, thick and smooth and slimy looking. It rose up in the air, it’s head moving cautiously, seeming to probe the air. Hermione thought it was probably
looking for her. She was scared now, cursing her own foolishness. She had no idea what sort of potentially deadly beast she had called from the book. She raised her wand and pointed it towards the tentacle, ready to defend herself.

Instantly, the tentacle whipped it’s head around to face her and shot forward. Before she could react, the slimy limb wrapped itself around her wrist and twisted, sending a bolt of pain up her arm and her wand clattering to the floor. Hermione used her free hand to claw at the restraining tentacle, but she couldn’t get a grip on the slimy surface. She was so distracted by this that she failed to notice another three identical tentacles emerging from the book and snaking their way towards her until it was too late. They quickly lashed out and constrained her other limbs, sliding up and around until they held her securely, her arms and legs spread wide open.

The tendrils flexed and lifted Hermione from the ground, carrying her back towards the book until she was suspended face down above it, her enhanced tits hanging down impressively. The beast had apparently noticed them as well, as the tentacles wrapped around her arms extended further, slowly circling her beautiful breasts. The slimy things continued until her tits were constrained by several loops of tentacle, which quickly got to work squeezing and massaging, sending pleasure shooting to her brain and overheated pussy. She moaned despite herself.

As if called forth by her moan, a new tentacle emerged from the portal below her. While those holding her aloft were a couple of inches thick, this one looked much larger, as thick as her wrist at its smallest point. She gulped, imagining just where the creature planned to stick that, once more silently thanking her past self for the permanent stretching charm. The new arrival extended upwards toward her until the tip brushed against her face. Hermione opened her lips, fully expecting the creature to force its way down her throat. The tentacle did make a few token thrusts into her mouth, but barely pushed into her throat before withdrawing. The slimy thing dragged itself down her neck, down between her tits, now filled with pleasure and pain in equal measure, and briefly poked at her belly-button before reaching her dripping sex.

Hermione was glad she had practiced so much with Harry’s ridiculous cock to help her take this invader and
braced herself for the penetration.

The tentacle had other ideas though, and moved past her cunt to poke at her back entrance. Hermione gasped, and tried to relax her entrance.

Stretching charm or not, this was going to be tough.

The tip of the tendril pushed and prodded until her asshole stretched to let it in, and it quickly took the opportunity to explore further, soon shoving at least a
foot of thick, slimy tentacle into Hermione’s well-molested ass-guts. Hermione groaned in pain and pleasure. The slime seemed to be lubricating the passage, and her asshole had already been expanded today by Harry … but it was still an AWFULLY big intruder. She decided to see it as a challenge. Just how much of this massive tentacle could she take?

The creature seemed to be thinking along similar lines as it sent more and more of itself out of the book and up her tight shitpipe. She could feel it squirming inside her, worming it’s way up and through her guts. It
felt strange, not painful or pleasurable (her asshole and tits were providing enough of both at this point) but the motion and the knowledge that she was becoming stuffed with a monstrous phallus was deeply erotic to
her whore brain. She hoped the tentacle would make it to her stomach and out of her mouth. She could picture it, picture her completely penetrated by this thing. Her pussy spasmed and she moaned hard as she came at the image, squirting girl-cum onto the tentacle below.

Again, as if in reaction to her cries, more of the purple tentacles rose out of the book below. These were all extremely thin, thinner than pencils, and there were many of them. Two rose up to her extended nipples
and started whipping until her nips were aflame with pain and hard as diamonds. Several tendrils surrounded her face, and Hermione stared at
them apprehensively, suddenly worried again about the beast’s plan. Her fears were confirmed when two of the tentacles climbed towards her nose and started inching up into her nostrils. The pain was intense, the
sensation not remotely pleasurable as the tiny shafts wiggled further into her head.

She was momentarily distracted from the nasal invasion when she felt the main tentacle enter her stomach. She couldn’t see, but her belly now hung below her, stretched and full of the great length of tentacle filling her guts. Her asshole was stretched wide now, the tentacle as thick as a bowling ball where it met her ring. The head paused briefly in her stomach, seemingly waiting for something.

Hermione’s attention was brought back to the smaller tendrils when she felt two of them poking at her ears. Her eyes widened as she realized the monster’s plan. This was impossible! The creature would kill her if it fucked her ears! She started to thrash around as best she could, but the beast pushed its tiny tendrils into her ear canals. It was strangely pleasurable, until the tentacles seemed to come up against an obstruction.
Hermione hoped desperately that they would get the message and back off, but after a second’s pause they pushed on. Hermione’s eyes widened in shock and pain as the invaders punched through. She could feel them inside her head! Inside her brain! The tentacles were in her brain! She thrashed wildly as she felt them moving around, almost stirring up her brains, until --

Hermione stopped. She felt amazing. The tentacles in her brain didn’t worry her anymore, she knew that they were there to help her. The pain in her ears and nose vanished, replaced by wondrous pleasure. Her stretched asshole and abused breasts no longer ached, again feeling only pleasure. She sighed with orgasmic delight as she came again, squirting
onto the mass of tendrils below. Some part of her KNEW that she should be worried that the tentacles had somehow rewired her brain, but she felt so fucking good that she didn’t care.

The central tentacle decided to start moving again, and Hermione could feel it start to press against her esophagus. She knew this was it: this was where she would be penetrated more completely than she had thought possible. She could feel the thick presence moving up her throat, slowly stretching her as it moved. Her ear tentacles continued to pump in and out of her brain, and she felt a tickle as the nostril tendrils worked through her nose and emerged in her throat. The two tiny invaders moved back up her throat and into her mouth. She wiggled her tongue as they slid over
it, almost kissing them, but was ignored as they moved past her lips. The tentacles hooked around her plump lips and forced them wide open, fixing her mouth in an O-shape, clearly in preparation for the main event, which had nearly reached her mouth now.

Hermione felt a new sensation as the thin tentacles whipping her tits suddenly changed course and started pressing against the tips of her nipples. Apparently the monster, not content with plugging every orifice she had, wanted to make some new ones. She felt intense pressure which was suddenly relieved when her nipples somehow opened up and allowed the tentacles to penetrate them. Hermione’s eyes shot open at the
previously unimagined sensation of having her nipples fucked. The tendrils slid sensually into her nipples, into her expanded tits, and started thrusting back and forth slowly. It was probably just the mind-rape talking, but it felt as good as any cunt-fucking she had taken.

Hermione couldn’t think, her tentacle-fucked brain now only registering pleasure, sparks flying in her head with every thrust into her asshole, ears, and tits, every movement in her nose and throat. Her eyes rolled back
in her head and her tongue hung out of her mouth, drool running down her chin. She was more filled than she had ever been before … but her cunt remained empty. What was left of her mind waited eagerly for the monster to finally fix that.

The main tentacle forced its way out of Hermione’s throat and into her mouth, before quickly thrusting further, spearing out between her lips, still spread wide by the nose-tendrils. She was filled utterly, penetrated completely by the long tentacle from ass to mouth. And still it wasn’t done. The thick limb slid further out of her mouth, sliding down her chin and down between her tits. Her nipple rapists picked up the pace at this, sending her boobs shaking back and forth as they too were deeply penetrated.

The tentacle traveled down, over her engorged belly, before finally reaching her pussy. It flicked at her clit, sending another instant orgasm shooting through her body. She moaned thickly around the magical flesh filling her mouth as her monstrous lover finally entered her cunt.

It felt amazing, as if everything prior was merely foreplay. The tentacle slowly forced its way further in until it reached her the entrance to her womb, sending another shock of pain turned pleasure to her fevered
brain. The tentacle battered against her cervix until it was allowed entrance, shooting straight into her womb until she was completely filled. Her stomach bulged further as the tentacle forced itself as far in as it
could go. This was it. There was nowhere left to go. Her ass, her mouth, her nose, her ears, even her nipples, and now her womb, her most sacred place, were all being fucked completely by the monstrous invader.

And now she could sense a climax approaching. Bulges appeared in some of the tentacles, traveling rapidly up towards her dangling, exhausted form. A huge shape forced itself against her asshole and quickly moved inside. She could feel it traveling up inside her body. Many smaller bulges traveled up towards her nipples and started forcing their way inside
her breasts. She could feel small spherical shapes being deposited inside her tits. The remnants of her shattered mind knew that they must be eggs, and knew that she should be worried, but the sensation felt so powerfully erotic that she just didn’t care. The large egg reached her stomach and soon forced its way up her throat and into her mouth, filling it to capacity. Her nose tendrils stretched her mouth wide open, wider than she had thought possible, to allow the bulge out from between her lips.

The egg traveled down her front between her breasts, still swelling with many, many eggs. Already expanded, they were now almost the size of her head. The large egg reached her pussy and pushed inside and into her womb, before finally being spat out. The egg alone stretched her womb hugely, and she came again at the knowledge that she had been impregnated by the
alien beast. Eggs stopped shooting into her tits, and just as she thought it was over, liquid came spewing out of every tentacle at once. Her tits swelled further and plumped up, covering the lumps left by the eggs. Her belly swelled until she looked nine months pregnant. The nose-tendrils turned to face her and shot the cum-like fluid straight into her eyes, as more of the stuff shot out of her ears as her head was filled with liquid.

After a minute of this, her monstrous lover stopped fertilizing her every orifice. The main tentacle suddenly pulled out of her cunt, rapidly withdrawing back into her mouth. Within minutes, it had finished it’s retreat, at last leaving her gaping asshole. The other tentacles withdrew from her nipples, nose and ears, and those wrapped around her limbs lowered her gently to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the
creature retreat back inside the black portal, which slammed shut as it returned to book form.

Hermione was left panting on the floor, again. Cum leaked from her ears, her nose, even her tear ducts. Her breasts were swollen beyond recognition, cum dripping from her nipples like milk. Her belly still
looked massively pregnant, and she knew that it would remain so until her purpose was fulfilled and she gave birth to the creature now living inside of her.

She couldn’t wait.

***

It was a week later and Hermione was sitting in her History of Magic class, nearly going out of her mind. Ever since the monstrous tentacle beast had filled her womb and tits with eggs, boys had refused to touch her. Even when she presented herself to them, holes dripping, massive breasts resting on her swollen, pregnant belly, and told them to rape her like the knocked-up little cum-bucket that she was. They all just seemed to mutter some excuse and leave. Even Harry, her most enthusiastic rapist, had declined, saying that she was ‘claimed’. Until then, Hermione had thought that the boys were just turned off by her pregnancy … but now thought that it was some magical after-effect of the beast.

It didn’t want any other dick inside her while she carried its young.

A week without cock had been torture for the newly created slut. Naturally, she had tried to take care of her perpetual horniness herself … but in another example of the beast’s cruelty, she was unable to take herself over the edge. For hours and hours she had fingered, fisted and — thanks to her newfound incredible flexibility — eaten out her hungry pussy with no orgasm to show for it. The end result was that her cunt now leaked a constant stream of pussy juices, her thighs forever slick and shiny with proof of her arousal. Her nipples were always hard, jutting proudly out
from her swollen tits. In the last couple of days they had started lactating, a steady trickle of milk which quickly left any top she wore clingy and transparent.

More clingy and transparent than normal, it should be said, as the curse kept her dressed in a whorish parody of a school uniform. Her mammoth tits were barely contained by a flimsy buttonless blouse, tied off to display her obscenely stretched belly. A tiny, pointless tie in Gryffindor colors rested on her cavernous cleavage. Her belt-like pleated skirt rode very low on her hips, displaying where her pubic hair used to be. She had magically replaced her ‘Be my babydaddy’ tattoo with another which read ‘Room for one more!’

The skirt was only a couple of inches long, just enough to cover her drooling pussy when she was standing still. Knee high white socks and mary-janes with a chunky six inch heel completed the look.

Somehow, she had managed to stagger her way to her classes, leaving a trail of cunt juices from room to room. In every class, she ignored her normal seating preference in the front row and stormed to the back. In
every class, she ignored what the teacher was saying and spent the entire lesson madly frigging her insatiable cunt until the entire room smelt of her dripping hot arousal. And in every class, she left the room frustrated, unable to cum, her ass and legs soaked from the puddle of pussy juice left behind on
her seat. The teachers themselves never reacted to any of this, and in fact didn’t seem to notice the drastic changes in the previously perfect student. The biggest reaction Hermione had seen was Snape smirking
as she ran into the potions dungeon, but he always smirked at her, so it could have meant anything. Hermione suspected that the book had something
to do with the teacher’s apathy to her sudden hyper- sexuality, but had no mental space to investigate properly.

This Monday morning, she had woken feeling stranger than ever. She had felt something moving inside her womb, and looking down at her swollen belly could see small bulges pushing out from inside. The egg must have hatched! Joy filled her at the idea of birthing this beast and finally emptying her womb. She had opened her legs wide and spread her cuntlips to encourage the creature outside, but no luck. The monster in her belly seemed determined to stay there.

So here she was in History of Magic. Professor Binns droned on about the giant wars or something, and Hermione was lazily fingering herself. She had just allowed her mind to drift off into a delicious fantasy of being raped by a giant when she felt something move inside her cunt. It felt like being fucked in reverse, as something emerged from her womb and pushed its way down towards her gaping entrance. It soon reached her probing fingers, and Hermione quickly withdrew them and looked down in time to see the head of a tentacle emerge from her hole. It was thick, purple and slimy looking, just like its daddy. A few more inches extended from her cunt, drawing a quiet moan as it pleasured her inner walls. It almost looked like she had a cock!

This gave Hermione an idea, and she reached down and grasped the tentacle with both hands. Slowly she started stroking it, giving it the best handjob she could, hoping to draw more of the beast outside.

At first, it seemed to be working. Inch after inch of thick tentacle pushed from her pussy, extending upwards until it reached above her belly button. The tentacle, and her busy hands, were clearly visible above her desk, but Hermione didn’t care. She would birth this beast on stage in front of the entire school if it meant she was finally able to cum.

Harry, sitting next to her as usual, couldn’t help but notice her new arrival. He grinned and gave her a thumbs up before pointing to his clearly hard cock and mouthing the word ‘soon’.

He nudged Ron, one seat along, who looked over and immediately blushed a deep red before staring fixedly ahead. Ron hadn’t handled Hermione’s transformation well. In the common room on that first evening, he had
nearly fainted upon seeing her skanky, pregnant new body. He looked like he might have a heart attack when Harry and Hermione had described, in lurid and explicit detail, the perversities they had conducted. Hermione
didn’t care, though. She no longer knew what she ever saw in that wimp. Even after her birthing — when she became fuckable again — she wouldn’t offer herself to Ron.

No.

No, he would have to grow some balls and rape her like a real man if he wanted access to her holes.

The emerging tentacle suddenly changed tack, extending downwards towards her chair. Hermione was briefly confused until the tip of the tendril found her exposed asshole and forced its way inside. Hermione threw her head back in a mix of shock, pain and pleasure, her eyes open wide and her mouth agape. The tentacle moved deeper inside her ass until very little of it was actually outside her body. A straight line of thick alien shaft led straight from her cunt, across her taint and into her ass. It almost looked like she was using a double ended dildo.

Almost.

The tentacle was still traveling onward, out of one hole and deep into another. Hermione could feel it making its way through her bowels and suspected that she knew the creature’s plan. Like father like son, after all. The feeling of both her holes being utterly filled was incredible, the utter wrongness of giving birth to a monstrous creature in the middle of class only made the experience more sinfully pleasurable. Without her conscious control, her hands lifted themselves to her leaking breasts, pulled them out from her soaked top and started to squeeze. Thick milk sprayed from her engorged nipples out onto her desk, some of it splashing onto Lavender Brown in the seat in front. Lavender didn’t seem to notice.

Her monstrous child had reached her stomach now. Her belly, previously round and stretched from the creature stuffed into her womb, now displayed the path the tentacle had taken through her intestines. There was still a noticeable central lump, though … and her pussy felt no less full. There was apparently still a way to go. The tentacle apparently agreed, and started
its journey up her esophagus. She could feel it slowly working its way up her throat, and was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She tilted her head back and was pleased to see Harry’s face out of the corner of
her eye. He was staring at the bulge in her throat, wide eyed, and the small part of Hermione still capable of thought was happy to see that some things could still shock the massive pervert.

Two things happened as the head of the tentacle pushed its way out of her throat and into her mouth. First, her hands clenched in pleasure around her massive tits, causing a huge spray of milk that drenched Lavender’s back. The girl noticed this time, and whipped her head around in shock, causing her now soaked hair to flick milk at the girls around her. Lavender’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of Hermione’s tongue battling with the purple mouth-invader, but quickly closed again as another spray caught her full in the face. She couldn’t help but
swallow some, and soon started licking herself clean of the surprisingly delicious milk.

The second thing that happened was a thought that came unbidden to Hermione’s mind: Get to safety. Find a new host. The words kept looping in her brain, residual programming left behind by her mind-fuckers. Get to safety. Find a new host. An image came to her mind, unbidden. She knew where she must go.

If she could leave the classroom that is. Indecent clothing, furious masturbation, and birthing a live tentacle monster seemed to go unnoticed, but Hermione knew that any teacher — even Professor Binns — would have some pointed questions about a student just walking out of class. The normal
option of asking for a toilet break was out of the question, seeing as her mouth and tongue were otherwise occupied by her slimy penetrator. She
would have to sneak out and hope for the best. Binns wouldn’t take much stealth to evade, which was lucky given her lust-hazed mind.

With some effort of will, Hermione stopped mauling her tits and slid under her desk. Soon she was kneeling in a puddle of her own milk and pussy juices. The fronts of her white socks soon became sticky and translucent. She moved onto her hands and knees and crawled towards the exit, her cartoonishly stuffed belly scraping the floor as she moved. All the while, the tentacle writhed inside her, threatening to burst from between her lips at any moment. Her skirt hid nothing from view as she crawled between the desks, and most of the class got a good look at her double-stuffed whoreholes, still squirting girlcum in a trail on the floor behind her. Every boy soon sported a raging hard-on, and most of the girls developed sticky panties.

But no one said a word.

After several agonizing minutes of crawling, she reached the door and escaped.

She slowly wobbled to her heeled feet and tottered down the hallway. Her destination wasn’t far: the nearest boy’s toilets. Class was only halfway through, so she was unlikely to be interrupted. The tentacle
head thrashed inside her mouth with excitement as she walked, and she tried to placate it with slow, sensual licks. She soon reached the toilets and slipped inside.

Hermione was hit straight away with the mixed stenches of piss and semen. She sniffed heavily, glorying in the wonderful mixture, and moved quickly to the furthest cubicle. The smells intensified as she approached, and she opened the cubicle door to reveal the source.

Ginny Weasley was sitting on the toilet, naked except for the ropes strapping her in place. Her hands were tied together behind the cistern, her legs attached to the cubicle walls such that they were spread wide. Her
mouth was forced open by a ring gag. And she was covered from head to toe in piss and cum. Barely an inch of skin was clean on her petite frame. Her face was a mask of spunk, so much that her nose was blocked by the stuff. Her wide eyes barely seemed to register Hermione’s entrance and simply stared into space blankly. Her hair, out of pigtails now, was
wild and matted through, plastered to her face and body as if glued into place. Her tiny breasts — now with her nipples heavily pierced with huge steel rings — had still become a clear target and had a large concentration of seed spread across them, trailing down over her overflowing belly button down to her mound.

And what a mess THAT was!

Ginny’s tiny, hairless cunt was practically foaming with jizz, clearly full to bursting with sweet baby-batter. Her
asshole was similarly leaky, steadily dripping cum into the toilet beneath her. Hermione could see a little into the toilet and saw the foul mixture of spunk and piss inside. The boys clearly hadn’t let the naked skank sitting in the way prevent them from relieving their bladders. Perhaps they felt that they were doing the girl a favor by washing away some of the spunk. Or perhaps they just wanted a clearer canvas for them to add their own contribution. Tally marks adorned one wall, more than Hermione could quickly count, but she guessed there were at least a hundred.

Not bad for a weekend’s work.

Hermione had known where to find Ginny because she had been the one to tie the whore up. Her magically-enforced celibacy had been made no easier by watching the ginger bitch being raped five times a day. Ginny had really started playing up the ‘innocent preteen’ angle, pitching her voice up and even lisping occasionally. She was constantly bending and even tripping over to display her holes and always acted innocently curious when presented with a thick, hard cock. The boys just lapped it up, enjoying ‘corrupting the sweet little girl’ over and over again. Ginny always
seemed to ensure that Hermione was around for her rapes as well, as if to rub it in that she was getting so much dick.

Hermione had snapped on the Saturday morning after watching the little bitch being double-teamed by Fred and George. They had started by ‘teaching’ her what a spitroast was and finished by bouncing her between them, incestuous cocks in her ass and pussy. After the twins had filled her up and left, Hermione had grabbed the recovering Ginny by the hair and dragged her to the nearest boy’s toilets.

At first the bitch had struggled, but after a few hard slaps Ginny and a brutal kick to the cunt she’d had
been strapped down and covered in magical tattoos. Her forehead said ‘Human Toilet’, while her cheeks instructed users to ‘Piss Here’. Her chest advertised ‘Free Rape Victim, I’ll Never Tell’, while the ‘Hermione’s Whore’ tattoo on one breast was mirrored by a ‘Beat Me’ tattoo on the other, while her stomach was covered in abuse and encouragement, including ‘I Want to Have Your Abortion’, ‘Dog Fucker’, ‘Daddy’s Little Butt-Slut’, and ‘Piss In My Womb’.

Her spread legs simply read ‘Fill Me The Fuck Up’.

As a finishing touch, Hermione had written ‘Customers Served’ on the wall before she left.

Hermione had checked in on her human toilet a few times over the weekend, enjoying the ever-increasing tally marks and ever-decreasing cleanliness of the girl. On her first visit she had cast a spell she had found in the book to allow Ginny to survive purely on cum and piss, a spell she made sure to memorise for her own personal use later. Her second visit was to bring Harry along. Ginny’s eyes had lit up upon seeing her
boyfriend, no doubt here to rescue her. Harry soon dispelled any such hope by plugging her mouth with his hard cock and pissing down her throat, all while chatting casually with Hermione about some tricky Potions homework. He pulled out in time to cum on her face before leaving, never once looking his girlfriend in the eye.

And now, two days later, Ginny was clearly broken. The tattoos could no longer be seen under the mass of sperm, and any hope of release had been shattered by Harry’s cruelty. She had become pure fuckmeat, nothing but three holes for men to cum and piss into.

Hermione almost felt guilty.

Almost.

She had planned to release the skank that evening, and was sure the redhead would bounce back quickly enough and soon be bragging with the story of her weekend as a human toilet.

Now though, Hermione had another use for the girl.

She knew what she had to do, what her child wanted. She positioned herself so that she was straddling Ginny and sat, balancing on the redhead’s skinny, cum-covered thighs. Hermione pressed herself against the cum-toilet, smearing her front with sticky sperm, and pressed her lips against Ginny’s, opening her mouth wide. The tentacle, clearly eager to move onto the next step, pushed through the ring gag and into Ginny’s waiting mouth. The dazed girl finally seemed to register Hermione’s presence, her eyes widening and then focusing on Hermione’s as the tentacle began its journey down the little redhead’s throat. Hermione winked at Ginny and placed a hand on each of their necks. She could feel the bulges created by the beast, feel the constant motion of it inside them.

Ginny started to writhe in her restraints as the tentacle reached her stomach, clearly worried by the rapid progress the creature was making. Hermione took this as her cue to properly stimulate the little bitch and
started grinding on her lap while crudely pinching the slut’s nipples. Her hands soon roamed around both of their bodies, smearing the copious cum everywhere. She could feel her breasts start to tingle and payed special attention to them, squeezing and stretching her chunky nipples.

More and more of the tentacle spooled out of Hermione’s mouth, through her body and into little Ginny. The poor girl had her eyes squeezed shut now, overwhelmed by the sensation having her bowels
penetrated. Suddenly, she moaned hard around the tentacle filling her throat, and Hermione instinctively knew why. The tentacle had finally reached fresh air again by emerging from Ginny’s asshole. It paused
for a second, but there was only one place left to go.

Ginny squealed in orgasm as her cunt was roughly penetrated. The beast wormed its way quickly to her cervix and pushed through until it had found a new home. The two girls made quite a sight. Joined, womb to womb, by one long tentacle, they frantically pressed their cum-covered bodies against one another, their bellies bloated by the creature snaking its way through them. Ginny opened her eyes, and they shared a look, almost tenderly, as they realized that they were the most connected it was possible to be.

Then the creature started fucking them properly.

Both ends of the tentacle pushed rapidly back and forth, in and out of the girls’ wombs. The entire length started undulating within them, rubbing sensually along their passages. Both girls could feel their climaxes building, Hermione almost mindless now with the need for release. Eyes rolled back into heads, and tongues fell slack in their tentacle filled mouths. Both ends withdrew until they were barely inside either girl’s cuntholes and paused, causing the girls to whine involuntarily.

With a sudden huge flex, the tentacle rammed into both girls so hard that a new lump pushed out from their already swollen bellies. The sluts screamed
around the tentacles as they came, screamed loud enough for the noise to be heard in the corridor outside. They both thrashed against each other,
copious girlcum squirting out and splashing everywhere.

After minutes that felt like hours, Hermione stopped cumming. She went slack against Ginny, held up only by the tentacle inside her. She slowly became aware of a strange sensation around her tits. She looked down as best she could, trying to see past the tentacle still joining her face to Ginny’s. When she saw what was happening she had another small orgasm from the disgusting obscenity that she found.

Hundreds of small, wormlike tentacles were emerging from Hermione’s nipples. They were purple, about a centimeter thick, and up to about 10 inches long. They pushed themselves from the ends of each nipple, forcing their way from the holes their daddy had made a week before. Some of them clung to her sticky skin and started to travel down her body, but the majority
dropped straight from her breasts onto Ginny’s tiny chest.

Hermione’s second orgasm seemed to stir the main tentacle into action, and it finally removed the last of itself from her womb. Soon it had sucked itself up into her asshole, as it poured into its new home: Ginny’s womb. Hermione relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of being slowly emptied as she watched the progress of her breast-babies. A few found Ginny’s nipples and soon opened them up, pushing their way inside her tiny tits. They soon filled up, and the rest of the worms moved slowly down, over the redhead’s rapidly swelling belly towards her lower regions.

The end of the tentacle reached Hermione’s mouth and she gave it a farewell lick as it finally left her body. She drew her head back in time to see the creature vanish down Ginny’s wide open throat. At the same time, the endless supply of breast worms ceased, and Hermione knew her job was done. She climbed off of Ginny, shaking off the last of the worms, and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Ginny’s throat no longer bulged, and Hermione was sure that most of the creature was safely in her womb while the last of it worked through her guts. The worm things had reached Ginny’s stuffed pussy, but to
Hermione’s surprise did not try to enter, instead flowing over and dropping into the toilet bowl. A flood of them passed over the girl and into the scummy water below. Hermione spotted one that had missed and landed on the disgusting floor and quickly bent to pick it up. She
considered adding it to the bowl with its siblings but instead raised it to her own lips and swallowed it whole. It tasted of stale cum and piss, and she could feel it wriggling on its way down her throat.

A comical popping sound indicated that Ginny’s ass had become free of tentacle, and Hermione had just enough time to see the last of it disappearing up into Ginny’s fleshy cunt. The girl looked like a massively
knocked-up preteen, her belly swollen to an absurd size on her slender frame. The last of the worms dropped into the bowl, and Hermione, realizing what she had to do, reached over and flushed. The worms vanished down the drain, and Hermione knew that they would live on, and grow, inside the plumbing of Hogwarts. Bathroom visits were about to become much riskier for everyone, and much more fun.

Ginny had passed out as she was filled, and was now slack in her bonds. Hermione took her wand and waved it, removing the ropes holding the knocked-up slut in place. Boys wouldn’t touch her now, not until the tentacle beast moved on. That would show the little tease. Hermione straightened her cum covered clothes and strutted confidently out of the toilets. Class
was almost over.

She had some catching up to do, and she knew just the boy to rape her...

***

Hermione lazily flipped through the Book as she was assraped by an anonymous cock. She had been stretched out on her bed reading, naked and with her sexy butt pointed towards the door, when a hard, thick shaft suddenly pushed all the way into her rear entrance. Hermione had barely reacted, her asshole so used to being penetrated that it simply opened up
and allowed itself to be roughly fucked. The most acknowledgement Hermione gave to her rapist was to start squeezing her ass muscles to provide him with a more pleasurable rape. This was such an automatic response to having something in her ass that it didn’t take much thought, so she just continued to examine the wonderful tome, satisfied that she was fulfilling her purpose as a female.

The Book was just endlessly fascinating. She had read it cover to cover many times by now, but the contents seemed fluid, always changing to show new spells and new perversions, ready to worm themselves into her thoughts and imagination. There were sections on the summoning of sexual creatures, the transfiguration of the body, and warping of the mind. There were spells
for masturbation, spells for lovers, and spells for full on orgies. Spells of privacy and exhibitionism, spells of control and submission, and spells for contraception or conception. And they all had pictures!

One such picture caught Hermione’s interest. It showed the head of a woman, her eyes rolled back and mouth lolling open, in such pleasure that she had fainted. The reason for this was obvious - a man had inserted his cock into her ear to the base, literally fucking her head. Hermione had a flashback to her own brainfucking experience with her tentacular babydaddy, and felt her always-dripping cunt gush fresh girlcum onto her bedsheets.

Her rapist noticed this and clearly thought he had something to do with it, as he started fucking into her squeezing asshole more rapidly. He reached out and grabbed her loose hair, balling it up in his fist and
pulling her head back, using her hair as leverage to push his cock to its limit inside her. As she could no longer read the book, Hermione decided to help the boy along and began thrusting herself back against him.

“Oh fuck yes, Daddy,” she moaned sensually. “Rape my tight little girl asshole. I’m just a dirty fucking jizz-toilet, waiting for you to fill me up with your seed. Cum inside your filthy cumdump, give me a purpose by shooting your sperm deep inside my ass. I want to feel your warm fuck dripping from my leaky shitpipe and over my dripping, greasy pussy-hole. I’ll push all your cun inside, I’ll fist myself, I’ll rape myself with your baby batter. You could impregnate me without even fucking my filthy whore cunt! Cum for me baby, do it now!”

Her user couldn’t take this level of filthy talk and quickly
erupted inside of her. She squirmed in pleasure as she could feel hot ropes of jizz shooting into her ass. The boy — possibly a man? A teacher? — withdrew when he was done and left without saying a word.

Hermione examined the page more closely. The illustration had the title ‘Fucking Her Brains Out’ and was accompanied by a spell designed to do exactly that. If cast on a cock, this spell would allow that cock to fuck a woman’s brain via the ear without any damage.

… or without PHYSICAL damage anyway, as the spell also caused the victim to get stupider with every
thrust into her brain, with a massive loss of intellect if the user actually came inside her head. The page ending with a warning (or a promise) that the loss of brainpower was irrevocably permanent, and that overuse could result in an empty shell of a woman, only capable of thinking of sex.

Hermione read the page with growing excitement, fingers slipping beneath her to massage her leaking slit. Images flashed through her mind as she read, of all the girls she knew having their minds roughly fucked away by monstrous cocks. She could feel the crude stranger’s cum trickle from her asshole and down to her playing fingers, and she dutifully pushed the seed
deep inside her hungry pussy. As she read the warning at the end, she imagined herself being ear-fucked by Harry, her legendary brains blasted away forever by waves of his sticky cum until she was left hollow: nothing but a sex doll with a pulse. She squealed and came at the thought, covering her hand and thighs with her sticky girlcum.

Her mind slightly cleared, she reluctantly filed that last idea away. She had too many depraved things to enjoy to become mindless meat just yet. Perhaps if she ever ran out of new ways to fuck she would tell Harry about
that spell and let him take her mind away. She smirked at the thought of Potter armed with this spell - after a week there wouldn’t be a cunt in the castle capable of speech!

Hermione got up and hid the book before getting dressed and heading down the stairs to the common room. Her wardrobe options had been expanded
dramatically by the slut curse, and today she chose a pair of black and white striped stockings that reached her buttcheecks, along with a white halter top that read ‘Pissmop’ and cut off just below her nipples, leaving her lower areola on display. She had added a new tattoo on her lower belly, a small target over her womb with the legend ‘Knock me up and win a prize!’

She entered the common room and was greeted by the sight of Ginny desperately crawling around the room on all fours. Her heavily pregnant belly scraped the floor as she moved from chair to chair, begging the
sitting boys to rape her needy holes. For the most part, the boys laughed and ignored her, some of them spitting on her as they sent her away. Hermione smirked again as she moved towards Harry and Ron, chatting by the fire as they watched the knocked-up cunt grow ever more desperate in her search for cock.

Harry looked up as Hermione arrived and lazily shifted his robes to expose his hard cock. Hermione straddled him without a word and sank down onto his thick shaft, sighing in pleasure as she did so. Harry’s cock was no longer the monstrous size it had achieved earlier, but was still enhanced enough that they could both see it bulging inside her as it penetrated her womb. Hermione began to rock gently on her favorite
fuckstick as she looked down at its owner. Ron stiffened, reddened, and studiously ignored the rutting couple beside him.

“Harry,” Hermione said as she fucked, “Can I borrow the Marauder’s Map?”

Harry grinned and nodded, grasping her exposed ass and aiding her bouncing. He had barely used the map recently. It was a great rape-aid, of course, allowing him to scour the castle for isolated girls and warn him of potential interruptions as he mercilessly fucked their quivering holes. Since the transformations of Hermione and Ginny, however, he was feeling pretty sexually satisfied and had cut down on the raping to only once or twice a week.

“Sure thing, cuntmeat,” Harry said, forcing himself into her so that her stomach bulged with each thrust. He noticed Ginny kneeling beside him with a look of hunger on her face as she watched her best friend and her boyfriend mating openly … and he gently pushed her away with his foot. Dejected, the little knocked-up preteen began sobbing as she simultaneously fisted her ass and pussy. “What do you need it for?”

“I’ve found a new spell and want to try it on someone in
particular, so I thought it would be a quick way to find her,” Hermione said, laughing as Ginny whimpered, licking the toe of Harry’s foot.

Ron, disgusted, kicked his sister’s cunt; the little girl’s body was wracked with agony, and she curled up on herself, begging Ron to let her suck on his nutsack.

“I’ll get it once I’ve filled your womb with jizz,” Harry said. “So get fucking properly.”

Hermione leaned forward to bury Harry’s face in her cleavage as she quickened her bouncing on his pussy-stretching cock. She let loose a litany of disgusting dirty talk … and, as a final incentive, reached down and started gently squeezing Harry’s swollen balls as she fingered her asshole. That did the trick, and Harry groaned into her chest as he let loose a torrent of sperm straight into her womb. This too was still enhanced, and Hermione’s belly quickly stretched to accommodate the waves of spunk.

She climbed off him, and Harry quickly rushed off to his dorm to retrieve the map. Hermione occupied herself by squatting over Ginny’s face and pressing on her swollen belly to force out Harry’s jizz onto his girlfriend. By the time she was done, her belly was again flat and
Ginny looked like the recipient of a school-wide bukakke. Hermione had a passing thought that she should arrange such a thing, before Harry returned
with the map. She took it gratefully and leaned over Ginny to kiss Harry, giving him plenty of tongue as she did so, before leaving through the portrait hole to find her new test subject.

***

Luna Lovegood was having a very odd day indeed. It had started with her morning loo visit. She had just been finishing her business when she heard a muffled moaning noise coming from the stall next to her. It sounded very much like the noises she sometimes heard coming from her roommate's beds late at night, not the sort of thing one should hear in a toilet. Unable
to contain her legendary curiosity — and suspecting nargles were involved somehow — Luna lowered the seat and stood on it so that she could look over the cubicle wall.

The sight before her was unlike any she had ever imagined. Padma Patil, her fellow Ravenclaw, seemed to be tied down to the toilet by writhing purple ropes. One of the ropes was moving in and out of her mouth,
muffling the moans that were presumably caused by the ropes that vanished up the schoolgirl’s skirt.

Luna stared at her trapped classmate. The ropes — or were they tentacles? — seemed to have emerged from the toilet as Padma was peeing and taken advantage of the Indian schoolgirl. Luna was not a sexual creature (she had only touched herself a few times and never for very long), but she was pretty sure that she knew what those tentacles were doing beneath Padma’s skirt. She was astonished to feel the heat rising from her kitty as she looked down on her friend being molested.

Two more tentacles pulled open Padma’s blouse, revealing her brown, bra-covered tits. Her attacker quickly ripped off her bra and encircled her perky mounds, squeezing them rhythmically. Padma moaned again at this new sensation and opened her previously tightly closed eyes. She locked gazes with Luna, and Luna could not tell if the pleading look in her eyes
came from fear, humiliation, or pleasure. Either way, Luna felt her panties grow damp as her kitty became wetter than it had ever been. She couldn’t help
herself as her hand travelled below the waistband of her skirt and beneath her panties. Her moans joined Padma’s as she started rubbing her soft lower lips, and the two girls stared at each other as their pleasure built
rapidly.

Seemingly encouraged by the sexual fever taking over both girls, the tentacles picked up their pace: thrusting rapidly into Padma’ s mouth and up through the tiny girl’s tight nether holes. Padma closed her eyes again at the sensations, gagging around the beast filling her mouth and thrashing her limbs. Luna was unsure if Padma was trying to escape her attacker or simply overwhelmed by the sensations, but her kitty was on fire either way. She slipped a finger inside herself and nearly fell off her perch on the toilet at the jolt of pleasure that ripped through her. She started slowly pumping her finger in and out of her virginal passage as she observed the brutal, inhuman rape of her friend.

Said rape seemed to be nearing a conclusion, one way or another: Padma’s face was turning red as the face-fucking tentacle refused to relent, cutting off her air supply as it ruthlessly filled her throat. The tentacles violating her pussy were pounding so heavily that Luna swore she saw them bulging out of Padma’s flat stomach with every thrust. She could feel something
building within her, something she had never felt before but that she knew would change her life when it arrived. Her exploring fingers were frantic inside her now, sending waves of pleasure up her spine.

Suddenly the tentacle raping Padma’s throat withdrew, leaving her gasping for breath just in time for the attacker to release its load. Sticky white fluid erupted from an opening at the end of the tentacle, blasting into the schoolgirl’s wide open mouth and shooting down her throat. Padma gagged again at the sudden intrusion, causing the next shot to miss and strike her cheek. The tentacle didn’t seem to mind, and had soon covered the teen’s face with seed.

Luna was so close now, the sight of the degraded schoolgirl below her enough to take her to the edge of her own release. The monster pushed her over the edge by simultaneously climaxing into Padme’s ass and pussy, as Luna could see thick pulses traveling up the tentacles and under her skirt. When she saw Padma’s lovely flat stomach begin to swell as it was
filled with monstrous semen, she couldn’t take any more: thrusting her finger as far inside herself as she could, Luna had her first orgasm as she watched her friend and classmate being forcibly inseminated by a monstrous creature.

When she came down from her leg-shaking climax, she saw the creature slowly unwinding itself from around her friend, releasing her limbs as it retreated back into the toilet. Padma seemed to have fainted, as she stared blankly ahead through her mask of cum, doing nothing to cover up her exposed breasts and swollen belly. Luna climbed down from the toilet, feeling a mix of adrenaline at her first orgasm and guilt at the way she had achieved it. She knew that she should try to get help for the poor girl — one of the teachers should know what to do — so she rushed out of the girl’s toilets into the corridor in search of aid.

Luna ran down the corridor, turning a corner only to slam into Hermione Granger. Luna’s face ended up buried between Hermione’s enhanced breasts, and it took her a second to catch her wits and extract herself
from her friend. Luna looked at her friend, once again perplexed by the changes that had come over the strait-laced girl in recent weeks. There she was, her boobs falling out of her top, her shaved kitty on display, and long stockings that were soiled by what looked like drying sperm. Luna wanted to support her friends in everything, but could not help but worry that Hermione was walking a dangerous path into “a bad reputation”.

But still, she was a friend, someone who could help Padma.

“Hermione!” Luna said. “You’ve got to come quick! I saw Padma being attacked by tentacles in the toilets and I don’t know how to help!”

“Ooh, that sounds scary,” said Hermione, although Luna didn’t think she looked scared. The slutty girl was almost smirking. “I’ve heard of something like this happening before, and I know just what to do. I’ve got something in the Room of Requirement that will do just the job. Come with me.”

Hermione swiftly turned on her platform heels and marched along the corridor away from Luna. The poor blond couldn’t imagine what Hermione could have stored away to help with tentacle attacks, but trusted
that her friend knew what she was talking about. She followed in Hermione’s wake, unable to stop herself staring at her friend’s perfect swaying butt as they walked.

Hermione reached the Room of Requirement and slipped through the door. Luna followed, and froze when she registered the room’s contents. All manner of clearly sexual devices and objects filled the space, which was dominated by a large bed at the back. She couldn’t see Hermione, though …

“Petrificus Totalus!” cried Hermione from behind Luna.

Luna felt her body seize up immediately, and she toppled backwards into the waiting arms of her attacker. Hermione quickly slammed the door shut
and dragged Luna towards the bed, roughly throwing the paralyzed girl onto the soft bed sheets before climbing up to join her. Hermione straddled the
innocent schoolgirl and began grinding her naked pussy on Luna’s stiff body.

“Poor little Loony Luna,” said Hermione with a giggle, staring down at her trapped victim. “Got all scared of a little tentacle rape, did she? Ran away into the helpful arms of her trusted friend, goody goody Hermione
Granger. Of course.”

Hermione lowered her face to Luna’s and slowly licked the terrified girl from chin to forehead. She laughed again at Luna’s disgusted expression and ripped the girl’s blouse open, sending buttons flying and exposing her bra-clad titties, which were quickly freed when Hermione used her wand to cut away the plain white bra. Hermione massaged Luna’s tiny breasts as she leaned into her face again.

“Well guess what, Loony?” she said, locking eyes from inches away. “Your friend is dead. Goody Granger no longer exists. I’m Hermione the Whore. I’m nothing but a fucktoy for men to masturbate with. And I’ve made it my mission to turn every pure little girly in this school into a cumdump like me. And guess what, Loony Luna? You’re next!”

Luna could do nothing but whimper as Hermione wiggled lower down her body until the slutty girl’s face was level with Luna’s crotch. Hermione flipped Luna’s skirt up to expose her still-damp panties and laughed scornfully at the sight.

“Ooh, look! Little Love-good got all wet,” she said. “Perhaps you’re not so pure after all, if seeing your friend getting raped by a monster turns you on? I bet you didn’t run for help straight away. I bet you watched, and played with your tight little cunt until you came. Did you, little Luna? Did get off watching your friend’s brutal tentacle-rape?”

Luna couldn’t hide her blush or look of shame, and Hermione picked up on her unspoken response.

“Oh, you dirty little bitch,” she said. “Perhaps this will be easier than I thought!”

Hermione picked up her wand and touched Luna’s panties, causing them to vanish. Luna would have jumped from the sudden coldness on her pussy if she was able to move an inch. Hermione forced her victim’s
legs open and gave her virgin pussy a few long, slow licks. Luna could feel her pussy getting wet despite the horrible situation she was in. Hermione was really good with her tongue, and Luna’s inexperienced pussy was unused to such treatment. She moaned through her frozen mouth. After some minutes of licking, Hermione rose from Luna’s slick pussy.

“You know, this is less fun if you’re not resisting,” she said, clearly thinking over her options. “Ooh, I know! Incarcerous!”

Thick ropes shot from Hermione’s wand and bound Luna to the posts of the bed. Her legs and arms were stretched wide, leaving her juicy pussy open and defenseless. Hermione muttered a counterspell and Luna felt her body return to her control. She immediately started to struggle against her bonds, but it was no use - she was still trapped and helpless.

“That’s much better,” said Hermione. “Now then, it’s
time for me to rape away your virginity. You can't very well be the school cumdump if you still have your cherry, can you?”

“B-but--,” whimpered Luna. “How can you make love with me without a-a-…”

“Three things, you stupid bitch. First, we are not going to ‘make love’. I am going to fuck you, to use your holes to get me off. I’m going to rape you, sweetie. Second, it’s called a cock. Or a dick. Or a fuckstick. Or many other wonderful names that you will become very
familiar with as all the boys shove theirs inside you. And third, I have a little spell to help me out."

Hermione took her wand again and tapped it to her crotch. Luna watched with a mix of horror and fascination as a bulge grew above Hermione’s
hairless pussy. The bulge rapidly lengthened and thickened, and within seconds Hermione was proudly sporting a foot long, worryingly thick penis. Hermione smirked and grasped her new weapon, stroking up and down. Already the head was beginning to leak pre-cum, some of which dripped onto Luna’s flat belly. For a sheltered girl who had never seen a penis before,
this was an intimidating sight.

“Alright, my little rapedoll,” Hermione said, fisting her cock as she lined it up with Luna’s tight snatch. “I’m gonna do two things with this monster. First, I’m going to stretch out your pathetic pussy to prepare it for the baby I’ll be fucking into your womb.”

Luna whimpered, first at the thought of being raped and impregnated by a girl’s rapebaby and then at the sensation of her pussy lips stretching as Hermione forced her thick cockhead inside her entrance. Hermione paused then, as if she was letting Luna get used to the huge invader, but it became clear that her rapist simply wanted to change position as she leaned
forward again into a missionary position. It would almost be romantic if it was consensual, and Hermione clearly thought so too as she captured Luna’ s lips with her own, kissing her firmly even as her cock poised ready to enter the girl’s most sacred place.

Luna couldn’t help but respond to the kiss as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine that a cute boy like Harry was about to take her virginity, instead of this whorish rapist. Hermione slipped her tongue inside Luna’s mouth and the bound girl responded automatically, their tongues writhing against each other, back and forth between their mouths. It was Luna’s first kiss, and she resolved to make it a good one, even under such horrible circumstances.

Luna gasped into Hermione’s mouth as the dickgirl slowly started to sink her fuckstick into the virgin’s tight tunnel. The gasp turned into a moan as inch after inch penetrated the untouched cunt. Hermione reached Luna’s hymen and didn’t even pause, relentless in her
drive to reach her victim’s womb. After what felt to Luna like hours, Hermione bottomed out inside her, their hips mashed together as Hermione’s cockhead pushed against her cervix. Only then did Hermione break their kiss to look down at the no-longer-virgin.

“This is what being fucked feels like, little girl,” she said, starting to slowly pump the still incredibly tight pussy. “Get used to it, as this will be your life from now on. Cock after cock, filling your pregnant pussy with so much cum that our daughter will be born addicted to
it. Cocks ready to knock you up again the second you squirt out the slut-in-training. They’ll rape your perfect asshole as well, shooting so much seed in your guts that it’ll reach your stomach. You’ll be airtight, a cock in every hole, for the rest of your very short life.”

Hermione paused briefly to give Luna another scorching kiss before pulling back again, licking her lips.

“And you know the best part?” she said. “The best part is that you will love every second of it. Your brain will think of nothing but cocks, cunts and cum. You’re going to be the dumbest bimbo cumdump this school has ever seen, and I am going to do it to you. Because the second thing I’ll do with this wonderful cock is shove it inside your head and literally fuck your brains out. Everything you are, everything that makes you a thinking, independent human will be gone forever, leaving you as stupid fuckmeat, barely more than a fleshlight for men to cum into. By the time I’m done, you’ll BEG a man to rape you up the ass with a knife while you and your daughter suck his dog’s cock in a crowded restaurant. Isn’t that exciting!?”

Luna was shaking her head, tears rolling down her cheeks at the nightmarish prospect of having her mind ruined. Hermione laughed and licked Luna’s face, literally drinking her tears.

“Why are you doing this to me?” sobbed Luna. “We’re friends! What did I do to deserve this?”

“Oh? You didn’t do anything apart from being born with a cunt,” said Hermione. “I’m doing this because women are worthless unless they have a cock in them. My task won’t be complete until all the bitches in this school realize that they are nothing more than cumtoilets and fuckmeat, worthy only to die for a man’s amusement. And if I’m going to make a bimbo snuffdoll, I might as well pick a blonde, right? Now brace yourself, honey. I’m about to rape a baby into you.”

Luna screamed as Hermione stopped her leisurely thrusting and started jackhammering into her tiny, unprepared cunt. Hermione quickly sealed of her mouth with a kiss, but Luna kept screaming down Hermione’s throat. The pain was incredible, but mixed with it was pleasure which rapidly built until Luna realized with shame that she was about to have another orgasm. She tried to resist, but Hermione’s relentless cock was too much for the inexperienced girl and she felt her pussy spasm around the raping shaft inside her.

Hermione had clearly been waiting for this as she bottomed out in Luna’s twitching pussy and began shooting thick ropes of sperm straight into the virgin’s womb. Spurt after spurt came out of her mighty cock
until Luna’s belly started to swell as her womb stretched to accommodate the mass of baby juice. After minutes of climax, the flood ceased and Hermione withdrew. Cum started bubbling out of Luna’s aching, overfull pussy but Hermione quickly took her wand and tapped the girl’s entrance, creating a magical seal around her womb to keep her seed inside the mom-to-be.

“There, that’s you good and pregged. Get used to that feeling, little snuff-slut, because I’m going to keep your dumb cunt knocked up for as long as you live. Not that I expect that to be very long, of course.”

Hermione waved her wand and the ropes binding Luna to the bed shifted themselves, dragging the sobbing girl into a new kneeling position on the bed. Her hands were stretched above her and her legs still spread, her
pleated skirt now fallen to cover her violated pussy. Luna thrashed again against her bonds, but it was no use: the ropes had her. Luna’s eyes widened as Hermione tapped her wand against her cock, bringing it back to its full, hard length. She tapped it again and muttered something that made her cock seem to shimmer for a second.

“I’d let you drink my piss, but we’re in a hurry. Now for the main event,” said Hermione, standing up on the bed next to Luna and positioning her hard shaft next to the girl’s ear. “I’m going to rape your brains out, little girl.”

“Please, oh god! Hermione, don’t do this, I’m begging you,” screamed Luna as Hermione placed her cockhead against the little blonde bitch’s ear. “I’ll do anything!”

“Yes, you WILL do anything,” said Hermione. “That’s entirely the point: you won’t have a choice. Now say goodbye to your thoughts, Loony Luna. They were stupid and pathetic, certainly … but not stupid and pathetic enough, I’m afraid.”

Hermione pushed her cock forward into Luna’s ear canal, the magic opening up a direct passage to her brain. It felt incredible: warm and electric and tighter than any pussy or asshole she had ever known. Luna
cried out as Hermione’s thick shaft penetrated her brain. Hermione was at first unsure if Luna was screaming in pleasure or pain — and, to be honest, didn’t much care — but the sudden spray of girl-cum onto the sheets below soon solved that mystery. Laughing, Hermione paused with her cock halfway into Luna’s head, as she estimated that her cockhead was right between Luna’s eyes.

“How does that feel, slut?” she said, holding position.

“Oh -- God -- Hermione --hnngh” muttered Luna, breathing hard as she spoke. “That feels … incredible! My whole body is on fire! You’ve got to stop? Please?”

“Not a chance, cunt,” said Hermione, drawing back her cock until it was almost free before pushing it back in and pausing again. Luna moaned as the shaft slid in.

“Can you feel it?” asked Hermione, beginning to pump slowly. “Can you feel your mind slipping away?”

“M-my thoughts … a-are getting fuzzy,” said Luna, panting and squirming as she was mind fucked. “My memories are … are h-hard to focus on? Please,
please stop -- I don’t want to be stupid!”

“Well, I want you to be a stupid, happy, bimbo whore,” said Hermione as she pulled back again and waited. “So stop your whining and try to enjoy me fucking away all your worries.”

Hermione decided it was time to kick things up a notch. She grasped Luna’s head with both hands and thrust in as far as she could go. The wonderful tightness of Luna’s head enveloped her shaft until suddenly she felt cool air on her cockhead again. Looking down, she was amazed to see several inches of her cock extending from Luna’s other ear. She reached out and touched the tip of her rod, as if testing that it was hers. The jolt of pleasure she received confirmed it: she had fucked right through Luna’s brain.

“Hehe, that tickles,” said Luna, snapping Hermione out of her wonder. “Can you keep doing that? I like that. It makes me feel good in my kitty.”

Hermione grinned as the effects of the brainfucking became more pronounced. She began thrusting more rapidly into Luna’s head, making sure to completely penetrate her with each inward thrust. Luna began to
moan again as the magical pleasure built up inside her, even as she felt the small thinking part of her mind screaming as it shrunk away.

Hermione felt a strange cold sensation on her thighs, and looked down to see a silvery liquid splashing from Luna’s ear with each thrust.

Checking the other ear, she saw more of the strange substance dribbling down the girl’s cheek. At first she thought it was some strange precum from her magical shaft but then she remembered the Pensieve and
realized - these were Luna’s thoughts! They were literally leaking from her ears as they were fucked out of her brain. Hermione briefly considered finding a container to store them but then decided it would be better for them to just drain away, staining the bed with brains along with all the other sexual juices from this little encounter.

“Luna feels good!” squealed the dumb fuckdoll. “Luna is cumming! Luna loves your cock, Daddy!”

Luna squirted again, adding to those sexual juices, and Hermione decided that this was enough for now: her own orgasm was building and she had to make a choice. She briefly considered thrusting straight through and cumming out of Luna’s ear, as the visual alone would be worth it … and Luna now seemed plenty fucking dumb.

In the end, though, the temptation to further erase the little bimbo’s mind with a blast of cum proved too much.

“Hold on, stupid bitch,” she said, once again positioning her dick centrally in Luna’s brain as she began stroking the exposed part of her shaft. “I’m going to fill your brain with so much cum that you
won’t even remember your own name.”

Luna giggled as the last vestiges of her old self cried out within her. Hermione groaned and came, her earlier orgasm doing nothing to reduce the size of her magically-enhanced load. Luna’s head was soon saturated with cum, which soon tried to escape by every exit. Semen blasted from both of her ears, dribbling down her cheeks and smearing over her face. It sprayed from both nostrils, and — as she cried out in her third brainfucked orgasm — Hermione’s seed backed up her throat and flowed over her lips: dripping down her chin onto her exposed body.

If either girl was in a position to notice, they would have seen streaks of silver mixed with this cum: the very last thoughts of Luna Lovegood washed away in a tide of hot, sticky semen.

Hermione finally stopped cumming and withdrew with a wet slurping sound from Luna’s head, releasing another spurt of cum from the little slut’s now-free ear canal. She waved her wand, dispelling both her dick and the ropes holding Luna up. The still-moaning blonde bimbo dropped to the bed, her tiny hand immediately reaching towards her raped-open sex to play with her clit and toy at her dripping fuckhole.

“Now then,” Hermione said, stroking Luna’s cum-matted hair as she lay in the bed next to the wasted whore. “Are you going to be my good little pregnant bimbo slut?”

Luna — if she even could be called “Luna” anymore — nodded frantically as she jammed a finger up her own ass, purring like a kitten.

“Excellent,” said Hermione, idly playing with one of Luna’s perky nipples. “Then I know just what to do with you next.”

>>27950
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