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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Whitney Spietz – Paris, Texas

I stretched my back, working the kinks out of my muscles as I pushed the mop bucket back into the supply closet. It was the last bit of cleaning I had to do for my dance studio before I could go home for the night. My thighs were sore and my joints ached from a day spent instructing my students. I longed to sink into my bathtub and soak with some scented candles perfuming the air and a glass of red wine.

I grabbed my purse, slung it over my shoulder, and maneuvered with care around the edge of the studio, not wanting to tread on the damp floor and ruin all my hard work. My studio was my pride and joy. It had taken years, and a lot of my parents’ money, but Beauty in Motion was finally making a profit. It was worth all the sweat equity, and more than a little blood and bruised fingers, to make this place hum.

I taught classes all day. Girls came from across the county to be instructed by me. I taught ballet, taps, ballroom dancing, and modern dance. I was even thinking of starting a belly dancing course on the weekends. I could make my hips sway.

I stepped out into the evening air. It was still warm, the sun just setting, the western horizon still glowing a light blue. I was locking the front door when Darleen Cummins, one of my ballet students, strolled out of the alley. She was in my last class of the day. I thought she’d left. There was an odd, hungry look in her eyes.

Her irises flashed silver, like a cat’s reflective eyes and… My eyes widened.

“Oh, Lord, what happened!” I gasped.

Her leotard had been ripped open, exposing her small, firm breasts. I clapped my hands over my mouth as I saw something white run down her leg. Thick and creamy with a silvery glow in the artificial light of the streetlamp. My head swayed, realizing the poor thing had been raped behind my studio while I was inside cleaning.

Oh, Lord, what was happening in this town?

I rushed to her and embraced her, pulling her tight against me. “I’m so sorry. But don’t you worry, we’ll get the bastard.”

“Such a familiar manner,” purred Darleen, a strange cadence to her voice. “Do you know my host?”

Lord, she’s had some sort of mental breakdown. “I’m your dance teacher, Whitney,” I told her. “Come inside, and we’ll get you some help. It’ll be okay.”

“You have a pretty mouth,” Darleen said. There was something wrong with her words. Her Texan accent was gone. She sounded almost continental. She spoke with a refined quality that Darleen, despite being the Mayor’s daughter, had never possessed.

“Come on, sugar. You’re in shock. Let’s get inside, and I’ll get you some help.”

“Yes. Your mouth is quite perfect,” Darleen continued, her words so strange. She must be dazed by what happened to her.

People were passing us on the sidewalk, gawking at my student’s disheveled state. “What are you lookin’ at!” I snapped at a young man on a skateboard. “Get out of here!”

He flipped me the bird and skated on.

Swallowing my anger—I had to be calm for my student—I said, “C’mon, sugar. People are watchin’ you.”

“Have you ever pleasured a goddess?” Darleen asked.

“What are you talkin’ ’bout?” I muttered, pulling her towards my studio.

“Fall to your knees and pleasure me.”

Her eyes were silver and so deep, like pools of starlight. So bright and ancient, full of beautiful majesty and terrifying power. Something lurked in Darleen’s eyes, something so far beyond me as I was from an ant I stepped on. Those eyes commanded me, reaching into my soul and wrenching me to her desire.

I trembled and fell to my knees.

Beneath her tutu I could see the torn crotch of her leotard, her sex exposed, her pussy lips looking raw and freshly fucked. Cum matted her platinum-blonde bush. A spicy scent filled my nose, mixing with the salty aroma of the jizz.

A strange hunger filled me.

I was on the sidewalk, in public, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning my head forward. Those silvery pools burned in my mind, like afterimages of staring into a bright light burned into my brain. They compelled me. I had to obey her.

I had to eat her.

My lips nuzzled in her. Wet, silky pubic hairs brushed my lips. I breathed in that spicy aroma of her pussy mixed with the rapist’s cum. My lips brushed her labia. My tongue flicked out, sliding through her folds and gathering the delicious mix of flavors.

“Yes,” Darleen purred, her hips undulating from side to side. “Pleasure me.”

“Holy shit,” a passing man gasped.

“What a filthy display!” a woman hissed. “Nasty dykes! You’re on the street!”

“Damn,” a young man groaned. “That’s why you wanted me to leave. Didn’t want me to see you eat out her cunt!”

Their voices made me shudder. I couldn’t stop myself from pleasuring my ballet student on the sidewalk. I was going to be arrested for committing such a lewd act in public. My reputation would be ruined. Everyone would know I was as freak. My tongue fluttered through her folds. She tasted so good.

Those silvery eyes filled my mind.

Darleen shuddered as my tongue fluttered through her folds. I gathered more and more of the mix of fluids, that salty cum seasoned with spicy cream. I groaned, gulping down the delight, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as more and more people witnessed us.

Darleen purred in delight as I jammed my tongue deep into her cunt. I swirled it around inside of her. I fluttered it around and scooped out more of that jizz. That wonderful, pussy-flavored spunk. I was such a whore.

“Nasty dykes!” a woman snorted. “Stop that right now!”

“Ain’t that the mayor’s daughter?” a scandalized lady asked. “She must be on that ecstasy or something.”

“Ooh, this is gonna be a talked ’bout for years,” another lady moaned.

“It’s so hot!” the skateboarder groaned. “Fuck, yeah, eat her cunt!”

“Damn!” a guy groaned.

“Revel in my beauty,” Darleen cooed, her exposed tits jiggling as she spread her arms wide. “You are in a goddess’s presence. Fall on your knees in worship!”

I didn’t know if they obeyed her since my face was buried into her wonderful pussy. The sounds of the outside world faded more and more as I devoured her. Her cream spilled over my chin and cheeks as I worshiped my goddess.

I wasn’t gay, and I had never eaten a girl’s cunt, but the more I licked, the more I came to love the taste and the feel of her. She was warm and wet and soft, silk on my lips. I drank her spicy nectar, savoring it.

I whimpered in delight, thankful that I could feast on her.

Darleen stared down at me, her eyes almost glowing in the darkness, her platinum-blonde hair almost seemed like a halo around her head. She was so beautiful. Her nipples hard atop her breasts as they rose and fell with her measured breaths.

“Such pleasure you are gifting me,” purred the transformed girl. “That’s it.” She shuddered and smiled. “Worship me. Show me how much you love your Goddess.”

“I love you so much!” I moaned into her cunt.

Her hips moved, and a low groan issued, a purring melody of passion that sang from her lips. It was unlike anything I had ever encountered. It spurred me on. My tongue plunged deep into her cunt. My hands gripped her hips, devouring her.

Her tits jiggled as she moved. Her hair swayed about her hungry face. Those eyes almost shone as she licked her lips. My tongue thrust in and out of her cunt, gathering the last of the cum out of her. I wanted more.

“Yes, yes, worship me!” she cooed, her words possessing a song-like cadence. “Such a delight. A treat. My supplicant!”

I jammed my tongue deeper into her pussy. I sensed her impending climax. It spurred me to swirl my tongue through the depths of her cunt. I was eager to deliver her rapture to her. Her juices spilled hot down my chin. My nose breathed in her scent.

Her fingers seized my black hair. She ground her pussy against my lips, her hips humping back and forth. Her moans grew louder, sweeter. I found her clit, this little nub. I latched onto it, nursing her bud, eager to give her all the pleasure I could.

I gripped her hard, staring up at her. Her eyes shone with moon-bright brilliance. Her body shuddered. Her juices almost seared my lips. I nursed on her clit, my cheeks hollowing with the passion surging through me.

She came.

Juices flooded my mouth. Her body heaved. As I lapped up her cream, she moaned out in a strange, rhythmic chant:

“Your life shall number thirteen.

To the north will your blood be spilled.

Full of anger, full of grief.

Wormwood will slay your love,

Lilith’s daughter will slay your life”

Darleen looked down at me, face full of pleasure, staring into my eyes as her juices gushed into my mouth. “Enjoy your time with him,” she whispered, stroking my face. “It will be brief but wonderful.

With whom?

“Such a pretty mouth,” she purred, her body shuddering. “And this body I inhabit has needs. Mmm, you seem perfect to accept them.”

Her hand tightened on my hair, pressing me into her pussy. I kept licking, drinking in the spicy juices spilling out of me as I wondered what need she—

Acrid urine flooded my mouth.

Darleen’s eyes fluttered as she let out a soft, relieved sigh. My instincts screamed at me to pull away from her pussy as the piss flooded my mouth. However, my Goddess wanted me to drink her pee. Silver eyes burned in my thoughts. I couldn’t pull away.

Instead, I opened my mouth.

I felt like such a worthless creature as I swallowed the warm, disgusting fluid. It was bitter. I gulped it down as fast as possible, my body shuddering as she whimpered in delight. I was pleasing her by being humiliated by her.

More and more piss streamed out of her. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough. Her urine overflowed my mouth and spilled down my chin and neck. It soaked into the top of my leotard. I felt so nasty as I kept swallowing. Such a whore.

Her whore.

“That’s it,” my Goddess cooed, her mercurial eyes shining. “Drink every last drop down. That’s a Goddess’s precious fluid you’re imbibing. Savor it.”

I did.

It was wonderfully bitter. It was this delicious nectar. I don’t know why I even felt revulsion. I gulped it down, aching to drink more. I held it in my mouth until I was as full as possible, then swallowed it, delighting in the urine that escaped to run hot down my throat to my leotard. It soaked towards my breasts, the stretchy cloth sticking to my skin.

The salty, acrid, and heavenly aroma filled my nose. I gulped it down as she panted. Her tits quivered and her face twisted with pleasure. She strained, squeezing out more urine. It squirted hard in my mouth until, sadly, her stream slowed, dribbled, and then died.

I held the last mouthful, swirling it about with my tongue. I savored that wonderful gift for as long as I could before I swallowed it.

I needed more.

My tongue explored her pussy, licking up the little drops that clung to her petals. Her hand stroked my head. A huge crowd was gathered around us, people called me such disgusting names as I lapped my Goddess’s pussy clean.

“What a slut!” someone groaned.

“Jesus, she pissed in her mouth and she drank it all up.”

“That’s so fucking hot!” the skateboarder moaned.

“Just filthy! I’m calling the cops.”

“Miss Whitney?” a girl gasped. I recognized that voice.

“What are you doin’?” another girl asked, sounding almost the same as the first girl.

It was the Myers twins.

“Your teacher is pleasuring me,” Darleen answered.

The twins attended my jazz dance class. Out of the corner of my eye as I licked through my goddess’s silky folds, I could see the two nineteen-year-old coeds holding hands. They stared at me in awe. You could tell them apart by their hair, Marissa’s auburn locks gathered in a French braid while Rhonda-May’s fell loose about her shoulders, hers streaked with blonde highlights.

“Why are you doin’ that, Miss Whitney?” Rhonda-May asked. “You’re in the street. You gonna get arrested if you keep carryin’ on like this.”

“How long have you and your sister been intimate?” Darleen asked the twins. “Your forbidden passion wreathes you like the sweetest perfumes.”

“Uh, since yesterday,” squeaked Marissa. “We, uh, had a ghostly encounter.”

“Yes.” There was something naughty to Darleen’s voice now. “He gets around. You may approach me.”

Darleen pulled my head away from her pussy. I gasped and panted as she turned, presenting her ass, cum leaking out of her tight cornhole, to me. I groaned at the sight of that pearly flow. It had a strange aura around it, like a silver had stained it, made it… visible to my eyes.

I didn’t need to be told what to do, so I buried my face between her cheeks and sucked the dirty cum out of her sour ass. It was so wonderfully nasty. I loved every bit of my goddess’s body. My fingers dug into her butty cheeks as my tongue swirled around her asshole, rimming her and gathering up more of that yummy jizz.

But there would be more in her asshole.

My tongue worked past her hot sphincter, the anal ring spreading around my probing delight. I buried into the hot, tight depths of her bowels. I groaned, rooting around her sour sheath searching for more cum.

I found it.

“You two are quite beautiful,” Darleen said, her asshole clenching around my tongue.

“Thank you,” Rhonda-May answered.

“I have always enjoyed having twins serve as my handmaids. Disrobe and attend me.”

Clothes rustled. I couldn’t see anything but Darleen’s butt-cheeks pressing against my face. It sounded hot knowing those two budding girls were getting naked. They would look the same, their breasts both round and perky, their legs long and lithe.

“Hell yeah,” the skateboarder cheered. “Let’s see some twincest!”

“Damn,” groaned another guy.

“What is wrong with the girls in this town?” the scandalized woman asked.

“All filthy dykes!” another said.

“Very nice,” Darleen praised, ignoring the watchers. One of the twins gasped.

What happened?

“Mmm, Marissa, your pussy tastes sweet,” cooed my Goddess. “Almost like strawberries. How interesting.”

“Thank you,” squeaked Marissa.

“You may pleasure my nipples. I require another climax.”

“Yes, uh…”

“Goddess.”

“Yes, Goddess,” the two twins moaned together.

I could hear their loud sucking as I probed my tongue into my Goddess’s asshole. I pictured their innocent, freckled faces latched onto Darleen’s budding breasts, both sucking hard on pink nipples, their lips sealed about those small nubs.

The image made me feel so wanton. My pussy dripped as my fingers kept digging into my goddess’s rump. My fantasy burned through my mind as I pictured Darleen wrapping her arms around their necks, holding them against her tits as they worshiped her with hungry mouths.

Just like I was worshiping her asshole.

Those wet, suckling sounds echoed. They were so naughty. I scooped more sour-flavored cum out of my goddess’s asshole while the twins nursed at her tits. I shuddered, so thrilled that this happened. That I was lucky to pleasure her.

“Worship your goddess,” Darleen gasped. “That’s it. Hurry. Interference approaches.”

Sirens blared off in the distance. I worked my tongue faster in and out of Darleen’s asshole, knowing I would soon be arrested for such public, lewd behavior. But it was worth it to taste her wonderful ass, to press my tongue deep inside her and worship her.

My pussy dripped into my leotard. I ignored my own longing, only wanting to satisfy my goddess. I swirled my tongue faster while the twins sucked with such noisy passion. I pictured their firm tits quivering, their shoulders rubbing together as they pleasured the Goddess’s nipples.

The siren shrieked louder and louder, closer and closer. The cops were almost here.

“Oh, yes!” Darleen purred, her asshole squeezing around my dick. “Such wonderful worship!”

Then she gasped. Her back arched. Her asshole spasmed around my tongue and I knew she was cumming again. Her butt-cheeks squeezed around my face as I worshiped her. Her moans sang out, melodic and perfect.

The convulsions of her bowels forced the cum buried deep in her ass out into my mouth. I drank it down, loving it, joining the jizz, pussy juices, and piss filling my stomach. My pussy clenched. A wave of mini delight, almost a climax, rushing through my body.

Then my Goddess moaned:

“Together you came into this world.

Together shall you depart, arms entwined.

Life dedicated to one man.

For your love shall you die,

The drink shall be bitter,

but eternity shall be your reward!”

“Together?” one of the twins asked. “And who’s this man?”

“You know him already,” Darleen answered. The sirens screeched closer, a car squealed to a stop. “Come, we must attend to the rude defender.”

“Out of the way!” a man yelled. “Paris P.D.! You! You four women, against the walls! Now!”

I panted as Darleen pulled away from me. My piss-soaked tits rose and fell in my leotard as I watched a Paris police officer push through the crowd, his hand resting on the butt of his sidearm. A shiver ran through me as I gazed at him.

“Oh, my,” I gasped.

Maybe it was the fear mixing with the delight of eating out my Goddess that caused this hormonal rush to shoot through me. It sharpened my senses as I drank in how handsome the cop was. He had steely eyes and a rugged chin. His shoulders were broad, filling out his uniform.

My heart beat faster.

I stood up and moved to the wall, followed by the two scared looking twins. They clung to each other, their naked bodies pressed tight, their breasts grazing each other as they trembled. I licked my sour lips, shaking with fear or lust.

I wasn’t sure which.

“Dispatch, I’m going to need backup,” the cop said into the microphone clipped to his epaulet. “I have four women committing a lewd act in…”

Darleen touched his arm, her silver eyes blazing.

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