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Sailor Hentai Moon
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=731680

Luna ground the space between her legs against the compact as well. She was mewing, lustfully, as she pressed the vibrating device against her own pussy. She could just imagine how wonderful it must have felt against Usagi's clit as well, as it magically vibrated between the two women. Meanwhile, the throbbing white staff was sliding in and out of Usagi's wet sopping slit. It pumped, lustfully, filling and stretching her tight pussy with its magical power. The balls from the staff continued to slap against her beautiful bottom. The wings alternated, first massaging her ass, then spanking it. Feathery tips played with her rimhole, and slowly pulled her striped panties, down, exposing her bare bottom to comers by in the dorm hallway.

Then who should appear, but Tuxedo Mask? The bishie young gentleman was wearing his red-lined cape and mysterious glasses. And nothing else. He was alternating between flashing women in the dormitory and peering at them through his X-Ray vision mask. He leered wonderfully at the various women, then heard the play of the two women in the hallway. He gasped, at the sight of the two ladies. Mamoru suddenly felt an overwhelming desire for Usagi, and couldn't help but notice her sensual body, writhing along with the woman cat. He saw her precious asscheeks spread wide by the feathery wings. He couldn't help but spank. He raised a gloved hand, and slapped her ass, her delicious writhing peach, so smooth, so soft. Blood rushed through his body, to his nether regions, as his own magical staff grew hard, strong, and powerful. It began to emit a clear liquid power that obviously had to be merged with that delightful puckered hole in front of him. He took his magical meat and slapped it against her bottom.

 

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Sailor Hentai Moon
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=731680

Mask slapped his rigid hard cock again against Usagi's ass, dribs of precome almost splattering against her delicious round bottom. The wings were spreading her wonderful asscheeks, her puckered hole inviting his thick wanton fucktool into her inviting crack. Tuxedo was, indeed, quite the perv, yet her tempting sweet ass drove him entirely wild. Majestically flying his cape open, he grabbed her round cheeks and shoved the tip of his cock into her third fuckhole, grunting as he rammed his hard sausagemeat into her deep.

Meanwhile, the magical staff was shoving itself deep into her, wet with pussy juices, leaking all over the magical balls. They were pulsating now, filling with delicious glowing light, that would soon disgorge into Usagi's equally pulsating slit. As the feathery wings continued to knead and grope Usagi's ass, the wand curled back, now seeking the wanton wet pussy of the the cat Luna. The thick instrument found its mark, the sopping cunny of the kitty, now moaning lustfully into Usagi's wanton mouth. Luna let loose a howling catlike shriek, as the throbbing pulsating staff entered into her pussy. It reamed her, as it fucked Usagi, a magical unison of this double-headed magical dildo.

Luna arched, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, her mouth drooling of unbridaled lust, as the magical fucktool was penetratinjg both girls deeply. The mysterious waves of pulsing magic pulsed deeply into her heated core, sending its pleasureable signals of its penis-like shaft deeply sliding in and out of her female companion. She could almost feel the pleasure of Usagi's walls around the magical cock sliding deep within her body. It was as if she was fucking Usagi with a cock, while being totally fucked herself. With every single throbbing shove of the thing between her legs, the vibrating toy between their pussies pulsed deeply, stimulating their clitties directly as the staff fucked them vaginally. She wrapped her hands around Usagi and the mysterious Mask, forcing him into her further and the women's heaving sweaty breasts to massage themselve against each other. Luna moaned again, deeply, into Usagi as she kissed her, their nipples sweatily sliding against each other, as they exchanged wanton lustful kisses.

 

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Found this while clearing out the mailbox.

...anyone want to continue it?

Rave giggled back. He enjoyed both her sense of humor -- and her fingersnails up and down his inner thighs.

"Mmm..." he said, nibbling on her neck. "Grandma has a big and wonderful present, and he's gonna eat you up!" Rave playfully growled into her, as his nibbles became persistent licks and teasing, his own hands unwrapping the gift underneath him. He first pulled up her tshirt, pinning her arms underneath. "Why, Red, what fine tits you have," he smiled. He licked the top of her exposed cleavage, gently running his fingers across the tops of her breast. He then unsnapped the top button of her jeans, and pulled down the zipper. "Why Red, what a smooth shave you have," he smiled.

He unzipped his own jeans, allowing his cock free. It pressed against the slim fabric of his boxers, as he lowered it against her exposed bikini bottom. He began to rub himself against her. "Now guess what's big and it certainly isn't teeth," Rave smiled.

***

"Yeah, the Big Bad Wolf's gonna do some huffin' and puffin' and he's gonna make you squeal," flirted Rave. Sissy's arms were still pinned with her pulled-up t-shirt, and Rave rubbed his hand against her pussy. "Looks like you're all nice and wet. Do you like how this feels?" he grinned, sliding his fingers against her swollen lips. She was still wearing her bikini and shorts, nicely unzipped.

Rave lowed Sissy onto the ground, and withdrew his fingers. "Mmm... delicious," he said, tasting her pussy juices. "How about you taste me as well?" He straddled her chest, his cock pressing against his boxers, through his own unzipped shorts. He finally pulled off her t-shirt, releasing her arms. "Care to blow down what I have made of wood," he winked.

 

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The Ride of Her Life
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

Michelle gleefully succumbed to Candace's wanton lust. She moaned gracefully as Candace's tongue took hers, forcing itself deep within her mouth. Michelle almost sucking on the lustful object, slithering within her. As they broke the kiss, Michelle looked into Candace's glassy glazed eyes and heard her words. “I wanted to do all those things! I wanted to feel her writhing beneath me, feel her warm body responding to mine. I wanted to touch her, love her, fuck her! I wanted to make her cum so bad! But she made me stop. She wouldn’t let me finish her. Why? Why did she stop things just when it was getting good? Why did she end our friendship after that? Oh god, Susan!”

"Candace..." Michelle breathed, as she again plunged into her lover's... no, partner's succulent wet mouth. As she did so, her fingers thrust deeper into Candace's pussy. Candace's wet moist fluids were running between her fingers, as Michelle slid them in and out her tight vagina. She was using two fingers now, upwardly fucking Candace's slit, as Michelle's thumb ran wildly along her clit. Michelle's own tongue now licked lustfully along Candace's neck, as Michelle's own pussy was becoming wet as well. Michelle lifted Candace's leg slightly, so she could rub herself against it. Her own juices dripped down her leg, as Michelle mounted Candace. Michelle groaned as her aching slit felt Candace's smooth shaven skin against her pussy. She was unsure what to do about Candace's words, but her own lust-craven desires made her simply want to cum. Michelle moaned as Candace pulled her into her, Michelle feeling the nails dig into her back, Michelle feeling her heaving breasts rub against Candace's hot sweaty skin. "Ohhhh..." Michelle groaned, as her fingers twisted to dig deeper into Michelle's swollen snatch. Her own hips bucked and screwed against Candace's leg, bodies contorting so they could have a wonderful sweaty fuck. "Nnnrrr... god... ohhhhh...." Michelle gasped, as Candace bit into her neck. Michelle wanted to pull back, stop her before she went too far. But GOD this felt so FUCKING good, she screamed as they each rode each other's writhing flesh. Michelle slid against Candace's leg, her clit feeling one long stroke of skin against it. "Oh, fuck me, Oh, FUCK ME," she yelled, her body reverberating against her young lover's.

CM, meanwhile, was enjoying the view. He leaned forward, trying to better discern how the two girls were fucking each other. He would see and help edit the video later, but he just loved hearing those wonderful voices live in front of him. His own cock was simply raging, its firm thickness gripped in his hand, stroking it, sliding the scented oil up and down his steell hard cock. He slid his thumb against the slit of his mushroom tip, further mixing his own precome with the delicious oil, a mild scent of vanilla and saltiness. He then leaned back in his chair, jerking himself off, his eyes now closed, as he heard the two girls moaning and fucking in front of him. He yeared to feel this new pussy, but the delight of denial made him know that when he came, he would definitely come. Their moans excited him, and he loved to hear the voices of the women losing control, as the fucked themselves to orgasm. Did Michelle actually cum? Candace certainly did. He wondered how the older woman's pussy would feel pounded by his cock.

Michelle's body bucked wildly, her own juices smearing up and down Candace's shaven leg. Michelle gasped, her heart pounding as hard as she was fucking Candace. Candace's own body was wrapped around her, forcing Michelle's body into hers, as Michelle suffocated within Candace's body, as Michelle quaked and quivered, sending her own juices down Candace's leg. Michelle gasped, resting upon her new lover.

"Well. Up for the sybian?" It was not Michelle's voice Candace heard, but Jacqueline's. The red-haired woman was smiling down upon them, and offered a drink cooled with condensation. "Perhaps a bit of a drink first?" Jacqueline smiled. Michelle, sweaty and smiling, took the drink between her lips, a contented hum as she sipped the fine brew.

"And a nice towel," Michelle replied. She turned to Candace. "Well. Did you like it? Ready for the sybian?" A soft yet sly giggle left her lips as she took a sip again.

 

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Twins
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15631

Keira was red with anger as she saw her queen dethroned. Her body raged with hormonal lust from the sex she in the women's locker room, cut abrupt by the call for Junshin to come out and perform. Keira had spent so much of her life supporting the queen, only to see her world crumble in front of her. But, unlike the weak Hiddeko, she would not fall to the new girl. Unlike the other girls, she would not succumb to the false Junshin's dance. The other girls surrounded the false Junshin, as Keira made her way to the locker room. She turned her head to glare at the false Junshin, but could not see her, swallowed by the flock of girls.

"Queen got dethroned did she?" Keira overheard, just out of sight behind a locker. Hiddeko was in tears, quietly flowing, as the other girl was talking to her.

"She does not have to speak to you," Keira said.

Right there and then, a knock sounded from the door. "Um... Junshin? Are you ready? We should go now." It was that woman's sister. The door opened, slowly, timidly. "We should go." Keira didn't even look at her. When the two left, Keira turned to Hiddeko. Keira suddenly grabbed Hiddeko's head and pulled her towards her. Keira reached down to her leotard and pulled aside the crotch, exposing the slit of her still wanting pussy.

"Who's the queen now," Keira said, shoving Hiddeko's face into her crotch.

***

A few days later...

"Keimei...." Junshin looked up, plaintively, at her twin self. Junshin was still in bed, pulling the covers up to her. "I don't feel good..." and she wasn't, sporting a high fever that Keimei could easily feel. But it was the day of the theme park! Junshin could just imagine all the fun she was having with Ikasu, were it not for this awful fever. "Keimei... please go. I want Ikasu to have a good time... I want her to think of me..." Junshin gave a light cough. It was the day Junshin and Ikasu were to go to the park. To have the wonderful blissful time, a continuation of the day they met. It was so sudden, that Ikasu approached her twin self. Junshin felt that day as if her heart would burst. And today, of all days, she was sick. But she wanted Ikasu to not be disappointed. "Please Keimei... please?"




Notes: Hmm. Like that would stop Junshin from going to the theme park! Perhaps she nonetheless follows the two to the theme park, "disguised" with thick glasses, braided pigtails, and a health mask. Hiddeki's lieutenant, meanwhile, is also pursuing Keimei (pretending she's Junshin). The lieutenant accosts Keimei (maybe she brings some girls since she's the head boss?) and rapes her (rape is saying hello in Japan) in the girl's bathroom in the theme park. Junshin follows a little late, but isn't sure what to do -- she finds herself turned on by the rape, and the lietenant sees her. Since she's disguised, the lieutenant doesn't recognize her, and invites the stranger to participate in the rape. Junshin does. Later that night, Junshin finds herself wanting Keimei and rapes her again. Woo! Yandere!

Note: Note: Our heroine has a doki-doki / naughty-naughty with Isaku BEFORE the theme park bathroom scene. D'oh!

 

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Rough draft for a new thread!

He opened the tattered worn book in the cold small church. He had done well. Too well. The lecherous fog rolled in this small New England town, a rustic worn village easily captured, easily deceived. He was pleasantly surprised at how accepting, how naive, how foolish, how corruptible the townsfolk of this little village was. His eyes looked out the windows, drinking in the cool fog, its tendrils still seeking, wanting, lusting after a fair maiden's flesh to call its own. He gave a small sigh as he was truly at his end. The young of this town had disappeared, either taken for sinister purposes, or gone with those who fled. He cursed that his town was dying. He would have to start anew, always a bother with him.

But wait. What was that knocking at the door? Who would come at this hour? It was the daylight of the dawn, and none of the town would be up at this hour. For the fog still rolled in, and it was not safe -- or it at least there was no purpose -- to roam the small streets at this hour.

 

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The Ride of Her Life
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

Jacqueline led Candace to the bathroom. Or, rather, she led her to the bathroom with the one-way mirror and hidden cameras. Jacqueline had been a little surprised herself at how things had developed -- and was perfectly ready to take advantage of it. Quickly returning to the bedroom with the sybian, she asked Michelle what she thought. An even quicker analysis had her sending Michelle the the bathroom. "Please attend to her," she smiled.

The door was specially made so it could open without a sound. Likewise, it had a decorative plaques on both sides of the door which hid a peephole for those outside looking in. Michelle watched from the outside as Candace washed her face, then applied her makeup. She watched her as she touched herself, Candace's fingers lingering at her legs, her hands raising up, and Candace seemingly taken by her fingertips.

And then Michelle saw it. Candace brought the thumb and forefinger to her mouth, sucking the fluid off as her eyes closed with a sigh of pleasure. Michelle felt something within her, something touched by the woman she shared. She gave the briefest knock, catching Candance in wonder, with her lips still around her fingers.

"Hello", she said, looking into Candace's eyes. Michelle glanced down to where Candace touched hersel on the thigh. She slid her fingertip into the viscous fluid, gentely massaging Candace's thigh. She then raised the liquid to her own lips and tasted. "I see," Michelle smiled, slowly taking Candace's hand. Michelle led Candace's fingertips to Michelle's sex, gradually moist. She guided Candace's fingers into her slit, rubbing it slowly. Michelle finally closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. She opened them again.

"Would you like to taste some more?"

 

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The Nurse

Gary wrestled at his restraints with rage. His mind was foggy how the got here. He, at best, recalled meeting someone at gunpoint, then blackness, then here. He pulled at his wrists, bound to the sides of the hospital bed, shaking the safety rails, rattling them again. His ankles were similarly bound, his attempts to kick futile but not unattempted. His screams of "Nurse! Nurse" had long ago devolved into that of gutteral rage, for rarely was there any point in summoning his captors.

During his times of lucidity, he tried staying sane, he tried determining where he was being held -- if he was at all. He found it unusual that he was alone in a hospital room, although the always-drawn curtain made him unsure what the room exactly looked like. The occasional peek was that he was in a semi-private room, but, if he was, why didn't the other person speak out when he screamed? Or had they done something to his infrequent co-habitant? Gary panted through exhausted breath, as he looked up at the blank ceiling and wall, painted thoroughly white and hiding any cracks and flaws. Was the room too perfect? His mind raced with theory after theory why he was here. They had sent other "nurses" to treat him, talk to him, "help" him. He wasn't sure if he had given them the information they needed, but they were still coming.

Huh. A new "nurse". The curtain was drawn, then closed, and a new woman showed up. He feigned a drowsy rest, waiting, testing, what she would do next.

 

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The Manor's Gardens
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=765810

Jason remembered when he last saw her. He had wandered into the garden that his father had told him not to go. But the flowers, the trees, beckoned him, as he wished to see them one last time before he could no longer. The sweet scent on the wind, the rustling of the leaves, all asked him to come play with him, as he led himself along the merry paths within the landscaped forest. Or at least it was a forest to him, with its many nooks and crannies, a special flower here, a uniquely crafted sculpture there. It was a continuous mystery of discovery and pleasure as the garden enticed him away from the house to its verdant clutches.

And within this garden was a maze. A beautiful hedgerow towering above those within it it. Left... right... left... right... It was a wonderous maze on a summer's afternoon, the sun just out of view, and the weather oh so pleasant. The boy could hear birds chirping just out of sight, and knew the center had the most beautiful sculpture to reward his efforts. "Everyone is looking for you," she said as he huddled in the darkness. The sun was no longer there, and the wind was chilling fast. The sound of song birds had been replaced by harsher beasts, and the footsteps of others were all around him. He never found the statue and the next week he never would.

The sunlight was out again, and he saw glimpses of people around the gardens. He had long missed the touch of the little girl who showed him kindness that night. He saw a young woman tending the garden, the garden further away from the house. It was odd that she didn't hear him as he approached her, and he somehow knew it was her, the young girl who held his hand so long ago. Her back was to him as he made his way to her, and he just watched her, working steadily in the yard. He yearned to feel her touch again, so he touched her, stroking her beautiful brown hair. Perhaps she was the goddess statue in the maze he was seeking for, he mused, admiring the woman he met so long ago.

 

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The Manor's Gardens
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=765810

"Where did I come from?" he smiled. "I have been here forever, waiting for you," he laughed enigmatically, perhaps teasing. He brushed her hair lightly with the tips of his fingers. "Forgive me," he gazed. He touched her cheek gently, again with his fingertips, feeling the soft warm skin he yearned for so much. He felt a welling within him, an unaccustomed though welcomed feeling. She gave him a squint, and he surmised that the sun must have been behind him, casting a shadow onto her lovely face.

"Yes, yes, you know me." He returned to her hand, covered with some dirt, and held it. His hands were clean, pristine, and radiated a soft warmth. "We held hands like this so many years ago. It felt like just yesterday." He led her hand to touch his chest, covered in a beautiful white shirt. He could feel his heart beating, alive with a need that he had only felt once before.

"You rescued me. I was lost within the maze and it was becoming dark. You found me when I was alone, and guided me out. I didn't have a chance to thank you properly." He touched her cheek again, with fingers almost radiating a beautiful purity. He touched them to her lips, just gently.

 

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The Ride of Her Life
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

Michelle again smiled as Candace took the initiative. She closed her eyes and let out a small gasp as Candace's fingers played with her moist warm slit. Her hips instinctively rode and responded to Candace's fingertips on her moist petals. Michelle wanted to feel Candace within her. Michelle let out a soft, sweet, moan as Candace's digits entered her silken wet folds. "Ohhh..." she gasped, before she bit her own lip.

And then a wonderful thing happened. Michelle found herself wrapped by the arms of her new lover, this older woman who said she was a neophyte just an hour ago. Michelle kissed Candace deeply, smearing her lipstick with hers, her tongue pressing and wrestling against the wet surface of Candace's as Michelle began to thrust and gyrate against Candace's fingertips. "Uhh... ohhh..." her moans were becoming louder, easily picked up by the hidden microphones in the bathroom. She looked up at the ceiling, where a smokey dome looking like an infrared light was recording their every twitch, sigh, and moan. Michelle could feel her breasts stiffen, as she, too, rubbed herself against Candace. Pressing her body against her new lover's, she closed her eyes as Candace's fingers found her wet snatch, tiny cocks fingering her wanting pussy, so hot and needy.

"Would you like to taste some more?" breathed Michelle into Candace's ear. Michelle looked at her hungrily, as Candace slowly positioned her onto the vanity. Michelle lolled her head back as Candace descended between her thighs. "Oh, this will be good..." she thought to herself, pinching her own nipples as Candace spread her about. She opened them and looked down, smiling as she saw Candace in thought. She wondered how Candace would eat her and was so happy when she found out. "Oh... goddd...." Michelle moaned. In truth, she wanted Candace to take her. Fuck her in every single way. Ram her tongue deep into Michelle's pussy... slide her orchid snatch across Michelle's tongue... take that beautiful sybian on her own lips as Michelle teased and played with Candace's nipples. And what about CM? Michelle was wondering how he was taking in this beautiful live pleasure. Was he fucking himself? Was he stroking his cock wanting to ram it into Candace's pussy? How would Michelle get Candace to agree to a fuck by a totally complete stranger.

"Mmm... ahhhh..." Michelle groaned, throwing away the thought. Her hips bucked and writhed as Candance's tongue, teeth, and lips, swirled, played, and fucked Michelle's clitoris. "Oh, yes, deeper! Yes! Deeper!" Michelle began to shiver and quake as Candace moaned into her pussy. Michelle grabbed the back of Candace's head, grasping at her hair, roughly. "Oh, fuck me with your tongue, you goddamned slut! Make me cum!" Michelle grabbed one of her breasts, pushed it towards her mouth and bit it. "Oh, make me cum!" Michelle cried, wanting Candace so badly.

 

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The Manor's Gardens
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=765810

He kissed the tips of her fingers, the dirt lightly adhering to his lips. He gave a gentle laugh, wiping away the specks. "Here. Let us take care of your hands." He held her hand, dirt and all, and led her towards the edge of the outer gardens. "I know a spring where you can wash your hands. It's more of a rivulet, but... well, you'll see." They made their way through the hill adjacent to the land, the hill where the underbrush and trees reclaimed the land from the manicured grass. "I often played here as a child. I'm surprised I was lost in the maze," he smiled. They didn't even here a trickling when they found the water. "It's really just where the underground water leaves down the rock and down the hill. Watch out. It's steep."

There was indeed a beautiful flow of water from the rocks. It was like sculpture, almost, as the water quietly ran down the face of the rock through moss, grass, and dirt. He made himself steady, supporting himself against a tree, jutting from the ground and, no doubt, fed by this very same water. He extended his hand to the young woman and bade her to use him as her support. "Let me take you hand." He guided her, her back supported by his chest, her right hand in his. His left hand was around her waist, gently holding her. "Careful..." he touched their hands to the water, as it flowed over their fingers, carrying away the dirt. His words were a soft whisper as he turned his head to speak to her. He made eye contact with her, gazing deeply into her. He could feel himself heating, as her soft bottom rested against his hips, a slow definition of his tumescense rising from within him. His left arm around her waist had risen a bit, now gently supporting her breasts. He could feel her softness on the hand wrapped around her. "Your cheeks are red," he smiled. "You are very beautiful."

He was unsure if he was blushing himself.

 

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Alien Monster Incest Rape: The SRP

Alien Monster Incest Rape: The SRP
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=766353

"Agent ET17, we have a mission for you."

She stood in a large underground room, with steel seamed walls and no windows. She had entered through a wall, which closed after her. Above her head was a large impersonal screen, black with the words "NO IMAGE" written on it. "I understand you were not provided any information beyond that your brother had disappeared earlier this year. However, rest assured that was NOT the reason why you were chosen. You have a considerable amount of talent for infiltrating foreign secured strongholds with little or no information. Likewise, you have a unique personal profile which makes you suitable for conditions even the most dedicated of personal volunteers would not undertake."

"First off, let me say that this will take place in space. To the best of our knowledge, a number of humans on this planet have vanished over the last few years. These abductions have been conducted by a small alien spacecraft, no doubt a scout ship. Luckily, it has hidden itself above our atmosphere and is not interested in making its presence known. We assume it is attempting to capture sentient life forms. Our attempts to intercede with this spacecraft has been unsuccessful. Not only do we have limited spacecraft technology, but those probes we sent near the craft have been destroyed, or temporarily disabled, as were any sort of technology including space suits. Hardly circumstances we are willing to send a human agent. However, we have sent non-sentient lifeforms to this scout ship with some success. The spaceship has entirely ignored them."

A low hum started behind her, perhaps a hidden door opening. "You may ask how we were able to send a lifeform to the alien ship without its spaceship being destroyed. We can park our spacecraft within a distance to the alien ship, then send you towards the alien ship. You may also ask how you will survive in space. We have been conducting genetic experiments since the 1950's, and have developed a space-surviving symbiote that will merge with other lifeforms to survive space. However, the process of merging is commonly traumatic to the lifeform, if it survives. And if we were inaccurate in your personal profile, or you gave us incorrect information, we are sorry."

And the screen went black, leaving her and the creature alone.

 

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Alien Monster Incest Rape: The SRP
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=766353

It was odd that she tripped, for the floor -- at least when the lights were on -- was cold, smooth, steel. But fall she did, face-down onto the hard cold floor. It was thick, ropy, and now crawling up her leg. It grasped at her boots, and was making its way up the pants of her uniform. It felt thick, slimy, but that was not of concern -- what was was that the ropy thing was dragging her across the floor, slowly, methodically, across the cold surface.

A strange ichorous smell began to permeate the room, and a strange tingle began to creep up her leg, as she was dragged ever nearer to the thing behind her. An almost chuckling gutteral sound eminated from behind her, perhaps the darkness was a strange blessing against the horror. But, as she was dragged, closer and closer, the tendril slime, sluicing onto the floor, left a hideous glowing light, just barely able to tell her that this nightmare was quite and very real.

And then a sudden slap to her ass, as another, thicker, ropelike thing slammed into her. The tendril up her leg was becoming more insistent, up her leg, massaing her bottom, becoming more vigorous in its exploration of her body.

The chucklings continued.

 

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The Ride of Her Life
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

"Oh, this is gooood..." hissed Jacqueline, observing the two on the monitor. She only wished she could be in the room with them -- no, not to enjoy the sex, but to film them at the right angles professionally. At most, this would make it as an amateur hidden cam film. It was a shame to waste so much heated talent. She slipped a finger down her black pants and into her panties. It was a shame to waste such talent.

"God, we've got to have her..." breathed CM, still clad in his navy blue bathrobe. Jacquelne turned to him and smiled.

"We'll see."

Michelle was becoming delirious with Candace's oral fucking. "OH FUCK ME THERE! OH FUCK MEEEE..." she cried, gritting her teeth and bucking her hips. She continued grabbing Candace's head, her fists full of now-disheveled hair. She forced Candace's tongue deep into her slit, wet with flowing juices. Candace's fingertips were deliriously flicking the front of Michelle's vaginal wall. "Ohhh... urrrr..." groaned Michelle, arching her fuckslit further into Candace's face. Michelle pinched her breasts, silicone sackfuls that were still sensitive to her fingers. She could just see Candace looking up at her, taking her as she orally fucked her clitty.

“You want to cum, baby? You gonna cum for me, Michelle? Yeah, that’s it; give me your cum! I’m gonna suck it right out of you!” Candance said. Michelle could feel Candace's teeth, gently yet firmly pulling on her wanton button.

"OH YES OH YES OH GOD YES!!! CUMMMmmmmm SUCK I Wanna" Michelle groaned, squeezing her titties again. Her head was thrashing, her hair as much a mess as her lover's. Candace alternated sucking and easing off Michelle's pussy, driving her further towards climax. Suck... ease off... suck... ease off... fuck... please god... fuck... please god... Michelle was oh so ready to cum for this woman. She could feel Candace's finger encroach on her asshole, and grunted, "Oh, stick me there, too, you fucking little whore... you haven't fucked a girl before... you fucking have, you fucking little whore..." Michelle then proceeded to grab Candace's hand on her ass and press her finger closer into her asshole. "Nurr... ahhhrr... fuck me at both ends, you dirty little whore..." Michelle's pantinngs were fast and furious. Michelle could almost hear Candace as she hummed and moaned into Michelle's pussyflesh.

"OH LICK AND FUCK MY ASSHOLE" Michelle screamed, almost crying. "I WANT TO SO FUCKING COME WITH YOUR TONGUE UP MY ASS" she screamed, her mind uncontrollably taken by this older woman.

 

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Alien Monster Incest Rape: The SRP
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=766353

An almost imperceivable echoing chuckle was the response to her useless demands. The gutteral sounds echoed through the darkness, as the horrid tentacle on her bottom rasped at her clothing, tearing off her pants as its slimy acidic paste both burned her and numbed her. Small shooting barbed tendrils burrowed into her behind, as the rest of the thick ropy mass began to probe her anal orifice. Shooting into her rear, it distended her bottom, a thick pus-like squlech into her deepest recesses.

The tentacle around her leg, meanwhile, probed further, sliding underneath her clothing to find her vulnerable sex. It slid in, but not without lifting her upward, upside down. Tied around her leg, its horrid wet juices dribbled down, an acidic numbling slime leaking down her waist as the ropy fucktool entered her delicate pussy.

 

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"Please turn around and spread your legs and arms apart."

Oh, wow. Oh fucking wow. She's going to pat me down, he thought, his cock hardening, and touch my ass. She's going to touch my legs and run her hands under my thighs and touch my fucking balls in my tight Speedos, he thought. Though he also wore a light flimsy Hawaiian shirt, he knew all it did was highlight his taught firm chest. The whole thought of her touching him made him want to fuck her, stick his hard thick tool in her tight uniformed pussy. Fuck her breasts while she was still wearing that blue tight policewoman's top. Have her look at him through her sunglasses while he stuffed her mouth with hard delicious cock.

Okay, maybe he had some of those drugs in Rory's car. Roy assumed the position, his marvelous ass pointing towards her, in his tight, tight, Speedos.

 

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The Manor's Gardens
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He accepted the whispered kiss. He closed his eyes to feel the soft sensual pleasure of her lips upon his. He opened his eyes again, to give her a hazy smile. He closed his eyes again to kiss her, more deeply this time, his breathing heavier, his heart racing faster. He opened his mouth slightly, to take in her delicious tongue, wetly exploring the intimate reaches of their chosen other. His own hand turned upward, to softly embrace her breast, a firm yet soft pillow he eagerly but slowly caressed. He massaged her breasts, briefly, then lingering longer. Both hands were slowly making their way to the firmness of her bosom, feeling for the erect nipples of her chest. His own hardness pressed against her backside. Slow rhythmic movements of his hips undulated with her bottom.

Finally. "Turn around," he said, his breath rushing, his blood flowing hot within him. As he looked deeply within her eyes, he took her other hand, and placed it atop the water. The dirt flowed off, and he took her hand, and kissed it. His lips gave tender touches to her fingers, as he kissed away the cool water. And then he let go of her hand, and placed both of his hands to the blushing sides of her cheeks.

And he kissed her. Deeply again this time. His heart and mind swirling with desire and heat in the coolness of the forest. "Free my member and lift up your skirt so I may make love to you," he said.

 

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Her estranged moan perhaps aroused or excited the beast even further. A throbbing tongue shot out, almost piercing her breast, had it not been for the top she still wore. It probed her, a wet pancake-like thing pressing against her chest, pushing her back and forth as its other tentacle still held her upside down. It slid wetly against her breast, her soft bosom massaged as the thing rasped against her, blindly groping her. A gutteral echo from whence the horrible tonguelike appendages came was growing more intense, as it reacted to her screams and moans.

Another, thinner, appendage spurted out. The tip also shot at her chest, flatly, before retracting and shooting out again. It splat her face, almost intelligently, as the beast continued to probe her. It was small in diameter, turgid, leaking fluid from its tip. It slimily slid along her cheek, wrapping vilefully around her neck, not quite choking her. It then found her mouth, squirting incessantly a creamy salty substance. It began to coat her head, the disgusing fluid everywhere, until finally the head of the thing forced itself between her lips into her mouth. There, it began to grow hard, wanting, almost plunging down her throat tickling the back of her neck. It pulsated, pushing, as the screams and moaning echoed through the dark blackness of the room.

 

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Mermaid's Blood
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Lika descended into the pool where the mermaid slept. Her diaphanous blue-white robes drifted in the lukewarm seawater, little swirls of delicate blue fabric lolling in the almost sparkling water. Lika had changed the water again, and hoped it would make the mermaid was cool and comfortable. Lika kneeled and tasted the water. It tasted like the ocean. Lika looked at the mermaid's eyes, still closed for all this time. The pool was small and fairly shallow. Today, it reflected the skies up ahead, through the lattice-like overhang above the pool. Lika looked up to the skies. It was sunny. That meant fresh water would not fall into the pool today, yet the sun would, she hoped, warm the mermaid. Lika had been careful to drape some fabric over the overhang above the pool, to keep the mermaid from a sunburn. Lika's maiden dress drifted aimlessly in the water as she stepped towards the mermaid. She kneeled and sat down, as she always had done. Her fingertips drifted through the mermaid's beautiful hair, undamaged by the salt of the water. Lika sighed, hoping to never give up her faith, her hope that the mermaid would wake. She lifted the mermaids head onto her lap, still stroking thorugh the hair underwater. Its curls fascinated her. Lika, in her naive beauty, imagined the mermaid swimming in the ocean, free and not entombed by this shallow pool.

Lika was naive, indeed. Like a castoff nun, she was the youngest daughter of a family of fishermen who could not support her. The Temple of the Water was the fishermen's attempts to placate the seas for good harvest and tranquility. The weather... the currents... the mermaids, elemental forces the fishermen revered and feared were the sphere of the Temple of the Water. But not all fishermen respected the sea. Overfishing and indiscriminate net fishing were the most common culprits. But, sometimes, the rumor of the flesh of a mermaid would surface, and unscrupulous fishermen would risk the wrath of the sea for the flesh or blood of a mermaid. With luck, the Temple would intervene in time, to stop the affrontage, bringing condemnation from the fisherman's village, or rescuing the hapless mermaid. For, long ago, the Temple's maidens learned the healing powers of water from the mermaids. The secrets of water was given to the Temple in exchange for their vigilance, to prevent the chaos of man from spoiling the sea.

But these powers had a toll. "You must be dedicated," said the Elder of the Temple. "You must be willing to sacrifice your all for the good of the water." Lika had known no other life, and indeed was still young herself. But the tolls of healing had aged her, transformed her, from the sweet and gentle child, to a young woman whose precious childhood was lost. And to heal a mermaid was the most difficult task of all. For the mermaid's flesh and blood do indeed make one immortal. But to repair it, took one's life. Lika looked up at the bright blue sky, and wondered how many she would count in her remaining life. She looked down again, softly caressing underwater the beautiful mermaid she cradled in her arms.

Lika let some of the water drain from the pool, slowly cascading down the hill to the stream below. The waters exposed the mermaid, her face and body just above the surface. As the pool drained, Lika dipped into the cask near the pool. It was filled with precious fish oil, soothing to the skin and resistant to salt water. She dipped her hand into the oil, and spread it over her body. Her thin robes accepted the oil, and she could feel the smoothness of the oil permeate her body. It was warm from the sun, though she indeed smelled like fish. She wondered if this appealed to the mermaid at all.

She knelt in the water again, and gently caressed the mermaid's face. The oil in her hands began to again heal the mermaid's face. Just being in the pool would slowly deteriorate the mermaid, and Lika desperately wanted to keep the mermaid at least alive. Would she ever wake up? Lika ran her fingers through her own hair, then knelt to the side of her. She lowered her lips to the mermaid's forehead, leaving light traces as she began the healing art. Lika kissed the mermaid on the side of the cheek, eventually resting just close to the mermaid's lips. Lika closed her eyes, lowering her lips, breathing outwards, the ritual drawing out her almost invisible lifeforce from Lika's body through the mermaid's lips. Lika could feel herself already aging, a deep cold welling within her. Her tears cried as she almost felt a futility, but her dedicated was a must. She could not help but go further. She kissed again the mermaid's cheek, lightly, as she made her way down the mermaid's neck to her collarbone. She took some oil collected on her body, and gently smeared it on the mermaid's chest, on her heart, between her breasts. She gently made circles, larger and larger, to massage away the mermaid's invitality into the oil and water. The maiden then kissed the mermaid's skin, transferring a little of her life into hers. Her lips started upon the mermaid's heart, and made larger and larger circles until she was touching her breasts. The kisses were delicate, and the maiden suckled on the mermaid's breasts, the invisible lifeforce milk of the maiden flowing into the mermaid. The mermaid was wounded just below the waist, as the glittery scales covered her. The scales were well-faded now, despite the maiden's efforts. Lika's fingertips worked underneath the scales, to the flesh therin, and Lika felt heartened that the wound was nonetheless healing. The scales bit and cut into her fingers, but she remained dedicated, massaging away the dying tissue, encouraging the healing process.

Lika lay to the side of the mermaid, sharing her body warmth with hers. She closed her eyes, as she continued massaging the poor mermaid. Lika placed her cheek next to the mermaid's skin, as she dutifully continued the arduous healing ritual, under the cool warmth of the sun.

 

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Her moans and screamed received no responses, other than the slow, steady, lurching through the air of her body towards the hideous foul beast. She could now feel his noxious breath, under her body, a terrible steam rising from underneath her, unseen in this dark isolated room. As the horrible white liquid flooded her stomach, she could feel her head touch something wet and muscular. It flopped against her body, pressing her against another wet, though harder surface. Was she being eaten? Eaten alive, perhaps? The tip of the wet muscle now flicked against her naked flesh, sliding against her slit still occupied by the ropelike thing. The writhing snakelike appendage now began to fill her lungs, drowning her in the viscous fluid which...

...allowed her to breathe?

 

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Jenny's "friends" were Annie and Betty. Annie was an Asian hottie, despite her A cup bra size. Her nickname was A-list Annie, because she seduced the male teachers for the A grades expected of an Asian student. Her other nickname was Anal-ist Annie, from the rumors in school that she loved men to give her anal sex. She neither confirmed nor denied. Annie originally knew Jenny through babysitting for Jenny and her brother, which was a bit odd since Jenny's brother was older than both of them. However, Annie's first experience with anal, with Jenny's father, Al, in the back seat of the car, made Annie and Jenny good "friends" through many a babysitting session. Al kept promising Annie he'd leave his wife for her, but he never did. If Annie could seduce Jenny or her brother away from her family, Annie would have her revenge. Annie wore a deep red teddy bear outfit, which she bought just for tonight.

Betty was an African-American kitten, with a larger B cup. She dyed her hair blonde and looked fantastic in it. Her nickname was Blondie the Bisexual Bitch. She seduced both the male and female teachers for her grades. "White meat turns me on" was her motto, and she loved both hard men and soft women. Betty also originally knew Jenhy through babysitting Jenny and her brother, except that it was Jenny's mother, Bitsy, who drove Betty drove home after babysitting, with a stop on the way for some chocolate pussy eating. Bitsy seduced Betty because she damn well knew Al was anally banging Annie and Bitsy couldn't resist Betty's tasty dark flesh. Bitsy promised she'd leave Al for Betty, but she didn't, either. Betty wasn't sure about Jenny's brother, but if she could seduce Jenny away from her family, she'd have her revenge. Betty wore a sexy black lacy bra and matching panties. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back like flowing water.

“Now is anyone going to give me a punishment worthy of me actually doing?” Jenny asked.

"Oh, yes, we certainly are," smiled Annie. Annie reached into her carryall, and pulled out a long necktie. She held it in her hand then gently licked it, remembering the teacher she seduced it from. She knelt to face Jenny, and lightly brushed the necktie on Jenny's wonderful bountiful breasts. Looking directly into Jenny's eyes, Annie smiled and brought the necktie just near Jenny's nose. "Smell it. Do you recognize that scent? I jacked off Mr. Albertson in Arithmatic to get my A in the Final. I took off his necktie and wrapped it around his small hard cock. My hands wrapped around his stiff member as I spat and blew on his cockhead, telling him to cum for me. Just before he was about to come, I mounted him, his necktie still around his cock, and fucked him for his dear life. He came in buckets, squirting inside of me, filling my hot young pussy with his old fucking sperm." Annie leaned over, to kiss Jenny deeply. "I kept this as a souvenier, letting his come harden with my juices on this necktie." She then stretched it out, and wrapped the necktie around Jenny's eyes, a blindfold of her punishment to come.

Two exploring hands, with hard-tipped fingernails, curved from behind Jenny's back to her bosom. Betty began to massage the chiffon fabric, stimulating Jenny's nipples indirectly. "God, you turned me on," breathed Betty into Jenny's ear. Betty then licked it, sliding her wet tongue carefully along Jenny's earlobe and down her neck to her collarbone. Betty returned to Jenny's ear. "I wanted your fingers inside of my panties, fucking me with your fingers in my slit." Betty then slipped one of her hands underneath Jenny's teddy, then palmed the underside of one of Jenny's breasts. "I wanted you fucking me, like this..." Betty's voice trailed off as her own fingers slipped under Jenny's panties, slowly finding Jenny's wet spot, as Betty's fingerips probed deeper and deeper.

Annie took Jenny's hands in hers, and gently placed Jenny's hands on the straps of her panties. Annie slowly stood up, allowing Jenny to pull Annie's panties to the floor. Annie held Jenny's cheeks in her hands, and bent forward, for another kiss. The kiss was deeper this time, as Annie swirled her tongue into Jenny's mouth, tasting Annie, and letting a low moan. Annie reluctantly broke the kiss and smiled to her blindfolded friend. She then guided Jenny's mouth to her pussy, Annie's pussy shaven, swollen, and wet.

"You have five minutes," smiled Annie.

 

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The vile fluid filled her lungs, yet she did not drown. Blackness anew overcame her, as the numbing effects of the poison permeated her body, sending her into a deep terrible coma. Horrible dreams of incessant rape afflicted her, a living nightmare of twisted tendrilled flesh. Yet she woke, the darkness in the room different than the one before. She could make out outlines of laboratory equipment, alien metal equipment for terrible things. Her own skin was thick with the monster's viscous fluid, which somehow protected her from whatever the aliens breathed -- if they did -- as air in this ship. Likewise, her lungs will still filled with the other fluid, somehow recirculating her carbon dioxide to oxygen. Behind her, she could see the hideous organic lifeform not unlike a huge terrible mouth, immobile, encased in the outer hull. During her coma, she must have been launched with the monstrous lifeform into space, and now the disgusting symbiote had already breeched the ship. She was on the ship now, and needed to find her brother.

 

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The Ride of Her Life
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Michelle oh so dearly *loved* this wonderful fuck Candace was giving her. Her eyes were glazed, rolling back, as Candace fucked her with her fingers in her tight, wet, pussy. "Oh, Candace... please fuck me... please... please..." she panted, growing delirious with Candace's sweet licks. Barely aware of anything beside the oral fuck, she then felt Candace turn her around, now bent on the bathroom counter. Michelle felt the cold hardness of the counter, pressing against her nipples. Michelle panted deeply, her tongue lolling out, her breath steaming up the one-way mirror. She could just imagine Jaqueline's glee, as Michelle found a woman who could take her. "Oh, yes, fuck me yes!" moaned Michelle, Candace's fingers inserting again into her slit. Michelle was incoherent with lust, wanting to oh-so-come over Candace's tongue and fingers.

"OH! YES! Nnnggghhh..." Michelle cried, as Candace's first digit entered her asshole. Michelle squirmed, feeling Candace inside of her. This was not an unfamiliar feeling. Michelle had taken cock before, but not in the crazed state Michelle was in. "YOUR TONGUE YOUR TONGUE... Oh, fuck me with your tongue..." Michelle pleaded, pinching her own nipples yet suppressing the flood between her legs. She began to quiver and shake as Candace entered a third finger into Michelle's hot steamy slit.

Michelle's tongue in her ass was ecstasy. It was hotter, fleshier, wetter than the fingers plunging inside of her. An entirely different squirming sensation than fingers... dildo... cock... that entered her. Candace's slap of Michelle's bottom finally pushed her. This triumverant of sensations pushed Michelle over the edge, as she shivered, quaked, and came all over Candance's wonderful fingers. "OH AH uhhh... ahhh..." she climaxed, unable to control her spasms as she finally came.

*****

Michelle's breaths came in small gasps, as she just lay there, her body limp on the vanity. "So fucking good..." her voice trailed. "You're so fucking good, Candace...." Her body was covered with now cooling sweat as she rested, dreamlike, a most wonderful -- no, two most wonderful -- fucks she had in some time. "Okay... okay... we need to take a bath..." Michelle took Candance's hand in hers, and led her through the other door in the bathroom to another room. The other room was more open, with a bathtub inside large enough for two people. It was gently sloped, so that one could lay down in the bathtub in a shallow pool of water, with another person by their side. It was the "reverse waterbed", Jacqueline joked about it. An edge ran alongside the bath, if one wanted to sit on the side, or use the side for support. Melted pools of wax showed where candles were lit, and there was a faint scent of massage oil left from a previous scene. Above the bath, of course, was the small black dome of infrared light, where a film camera was hidden. Fake flowers were positioned around the tub, and the ones at the head and end of the tub not-quite concealed shower heads with long extensions. The water of the tub could overflow onto the floor, tiled white around the drains.

Michelle began to run the water into the tub. She stepped in, leading Candace by the hand. "Take a seat," Michelle said. Michelle had Candace sitting on the edge of the tub, facing in. The warm water tickled her ankles, as Candace stepped out. From a shelf she took some massage oil, and began rubbing Candace's back. Drops of oil raced down Candace's back and front. Michelle's hands followed, gently pressing against Candace's back, scooping around from behind her and massaging the underside of her breasts. Michelle then bent over slightly, to kiss and lick Candace's ear then neck.

"When's the last time you did it in the bathtub?" smiled Michelle. She kissed Candace again. "Would you like to do it again?"

 

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"Oh! You dirty girl. Orgasming before Annie does? Bad girl..." Betty smiled as she lifted Jenny's ass. She moved Jenny from a kneeling position to Jenny on her hands an knees. '"I'm going to have to think of some nice and good punishment." Betty proceeded to pull down Jenny's panties, and gave her several nice swats on the ass. "Tell me you like it girl," Betty said, pushing Jenny's face into Annie's pussy. "Tell me you like it when I slap your white ass while you face-fuck Asian pussy!"

Annie, meanwhile, had backed onto Jenny's bed. Annie was laying down on it, her behind just on the edge of the bed. Her legs dangled off, spread wide so Jenny could get better access to the Asian woman's pussy. Annie could feel Jenny's slick tongue riding up and down her wet juicy slit. Annie pressed Jenny's face into her twat, Annies hands rubbing through Jenny's beautiful hair. "Oh, yes! Fuck me... fuck me with your tongue, you dirty fucking girl... fuck me..." Annie groaned. Honestly, watching Jenny play with herself, even for five minutes, had already turned the diminuitive Asian girl on. Annie's head thrashed on Jenny's bed. Annie's beautiful long black hair cascaded into a writhning mess, as Annie bit into one of Jenny's stuffed animals to suppress a scream. Annie then played with her tits, pinching her flat but sensitive chest. She wrapped her legs around Jenny's head, prompting her to tongue-fuck her even deeper.

Betty then turned on a smile. She dug out of her carryall a long black strap-on dildo. As the Asian girl wrapped her red-stockinged legs around Jenny's head, Betty spat on her fingers and rubbed them on Jenny's wet snatch. "So tell me," Betty said, as she stroked Jenny's pussy, "Have you ever thought about your brothers' cock? Have you ever wondered how good it would feel inside of you? Inside, deep, of your tight wonderful pussy?" Betty placed the tip of the strap-on at Jenny's entrance. "Have you wondered how it would fill you up, stretching your insides, filling you with his stiff hard meat?" Betty then slowly, but firmly, shoved the dildo of the strap-on into Jenny's hot snatch. "Your brother's cock feels SO FUCKING GOOD when it's inside my pussy..." With every word, Betty plunged the hard thing deep into Jenny's pussy. pushing Jenny's face into Annie's flesh. Annie moaned, wanting Jenny inside of her even deeper. "He just LOVES to take me doggy style, as he FUCKS that delicious dark meat. And you know how his cock tastes? It tastes just like"

BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP!

"OH FUCK... FUCK!!!" yelled Annie. "You did that on PURPOSE, you disgusting bitch! I haven't come yet!" she cried, shaking her head on the bed even faster. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..." she cried, her voice trailing.

"Shhhh!!!" Betty responded, suppressing a laugh. "It's time for *your* punishment."

"Huh?" replied Annie.

"I know how much you like white meat. I bet he's in his room now, jacking off, touching himself, just thinking of three sexy girls fucking themselves sillly not two feet away."

"Mmm..." said Annie, nodding just a little.

"So, since you didn't cum in five minutes, you're going to his room and fuck him silly. I'm sure he's gonna love it." Betty then turned to Jenny. "And since *you* didn't make Annie cum, you're going to have to pay a penalty as well. You're gonna watch Annie fuck your brother. And..." Betty's grin turned into a smile, "I'm gonna fuck *you* as hard as your brother fucks Annie."


Next scene: Betty lays down in the bed on her back on the same bed as Jerry. She spins around and positions herself so her feet or thighs are at Jerry's head. She then tells Jenny that Jenny has to do everything Annie does to Jerry, which means Jerry has a close up view of Jenny fucking Betty, still wearing the strap-on. Betty says Annie has to make Jerry cum in five minutes *and* herself cum before Jenny or she'll be punished.