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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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Monday, September 2nd, 2013 – Cindy Mayflower – South Hill, WA

I lounged naked in Dr. Willow’s exam room, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm. My mother moaned and gasped beneath Dr. Willow nearby. The doctor was fucking my mom with a thick strap-on, plowing into Mom’s juicy pussy.

I smiled, rubbing a hand across my vulva, my flesh dripping from being fucked by the beautiful, Native American doctor just a minute ago. I loved Mondays.

Every Monday I had my gynecological visit with Dr. Willow. It was the best part of our week. Somehow, during the last month-and-a-half, my mother and I had become more than Dr. Willow’s patients—we had become her lovers.

She ran such a naughty clinic that was staffed and financed by the servants of the Living Gods, so I shouldn’t be surprised that Dr. Willow gave us wicked pleasure. Mark and Mary were such lusty Gods. I felt so warm now. I took a deep breath, the air filled with the scent of hot pussies. Mom’s, Dr. Willow’s, Nurse Hayfa’s, and my own aroma all mixed together to form this wonderful, intoxicating fragrance.

I breathed the perfume again, savoring the scent and…

Frowned.

Something was missing from the familiar musk. I took another deep breath, trying to place what scent wasn’t present. I looked around the exam room. It was a typical doctor’s room: the exam bed that I lay on, a desk with a computer, counters and cupboards, a sink, a hazardous waste trashcan. But something was missing and… I blinked in realization.

“You don’t use those sweet-smelling incense any longer,” I blurted out without thinking.

Beautiful nurse Hayfa, busy washing the dildo Dr. Willow had just fucked me with, smiled at me. The water splashed in the sink before her, droplets splattering onto her dusky breasts. “You and your mom are comfortable enough now.” The Arab woman’s accent was exotic and musical. “So you don’t need them to relax.

Nurse Hayfa’s naked body had a dusky, lustrous sheen about it. My eyes fell to her ass and I groaned. It was beautiful, full, round, and heart-shaped. I wanted to kneel behind her, spread apart her butt-cheeks, and taste her sour musk. As she washed, she shifted her hips, wiggling that gorgeous butt at me.

An invitation.

“Fuck me! Make me cum, Dr. Willow!” Mom moaned from the other side.

I glanced over to see Dr. Willow’s plump, cinnamon-hued ass pumping up and down as she humped my mother. It was part of our treatment for Prevarication Syndrome. I’m not sure how having a dildo pleasuring our pussies—especially attached to the beautiful Dr. Willow—dealt with the disease’s symptoms; I just knew how much I loved my treatments.

My gaze was drawn back to Hayfa. I licked my lips. I couldn’t resist that ass. I had read the Odyssey last year in English, and that ass was a siren calling to me. Like Odysseus’s crew, I was helplessly drawn to Hayfa’s gorgeous rear.

I slipped off the exam bed and took three steps across small room—echoing with Mom and Dr. Willow’s passion—to Hayfa. I knelt behind the Arabic nurse. I groaned before planting a kiss on each of her butt-cheeks.

“What are you doing back there, amira?” Hayfa asked. Amira was Hayfa’s nickname for me; it meant “princess” and always made me feel so special.

I didn’t answer, deciding to let my actions speak for myself.

I spread apart her dusky cheeks. Her asshole was almost the same shade of brown as her skin. I tongued her sphincter and tasted her sour flavor. I loved it. I fluttered my tongue faster, nuzzling into her while my pussy clenched. I felt so wicked. So wanton.

How many eighteen-year-old girls ate out their nurses assholes during their doctor’s visits? Not many.

My hunger to taste more of her sour musk had me pressing my tongue against her sphincter. She groaned as her anal ring surrendered. My tongue probed into her velvety anus. I thrust it as far as I could reach, a plundering into her asshole like a little dildo. Her bowels were hot and rough, twitching about my invading tongue

“Oh, you delightful sharmota!” she moaned. “Tongue my ass!”

Gladly.

I swirled my tongue around inside her sphincter, eager to make her cum. The nurses always had to watch Dr. Willow make love to Mom and me, and I always felt so bad for them that they didn’t get to enjoy themselves. As I tongued her bowels, reveling in her sour musk, my fingers crept up her thighs, climbing higher and higher.

Her skin grew sticky with her passion. She let out a whimpering moan. She knew where I was going. Her pussy cream coated my fingers as I reached her shaved twat. Her asshole clenched about my tongue as I slid through her hot folds and found the entrance to her sheath.

She gasped as I slipped two fingers into her drenched cunt. Her silky flesh engulfed my digits. I worked my tongue as deep into her sour ass as I could while my hand busied with her pussy. Her juices ran down my fingers. My wrist.

She was so hot. So exciting.

My thumb slid through her folds and found her clit. She gasped as I massaged it, rubbing the hard bud while she squirmed and groaned. It was so exciting. It made my own pussy grow so hot as I feasted on her ass and fingered her twat.

“Oh, yes, stir me up!” she purred. “Telhas bokhshi!”

“I’ll stir you up!” I moaned, not sure what the Arabic phrase she moaned meant. I didn’t care.

I fingered her faster as I worshiped her tasty, sour ass. My fingers plunged into her juicy depths, my own cunt getting so hot, so aching for more fun. My tongue wiggled deep into her asshole as I could thrust it. I loved the flavor, the sensation, the feel of her. It was such a wicked thing to do.

I couldn’t believe that only a few months ago I was a virgin. That the idea of rimming someone’s asshole had never even crossed my mind. Now I loved it. Reveled in it.

My thumb danced across her clit. I massaged her bud and thrust my fingers in and out of her silky snatch. Her flesh squeezed and relax on me while her breaths grew more ragged, her pants higher pitched. Her hips writhed and shook.

I was giving her pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, just a little more,” she moaned. “Oh, amira, just a little more. I’m almost there.”

I sucked on her asshole and thrust my fingers deep into her cunt. My thumb pressed hard on her clit. She shuddered and bucked. Her back arched, her silky, black hair swaying across her dusky skin. Then her pussy went wild about my fingers.

I made her cum.

She let out a low, throaty groan, and her entire body went rigid. Juices flooded around my fingers, coating my hand. Her asshole writhed about my probing tongue. Her moans turned into wonderful gasps of passion. Musical Arabic poured from her lips.

I felt so giddy. I gave her pleasure. I made Hayfa feel so good while my mother moaned in the background. Hayfa’s pussy spasmed hard a final time about my fingers. Then she let out a loud exhale and leaned forward, her butt-cheeks clenching tight about my face.

“Thank you, amira,” she moaned after a moment. “That was so nice.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, proud that I made her cum.

She turned, pulled me to my feet, and gave me a loving kiss. I shuddered against her naked body, her flesh so much lusher and curvier than my petite and slender body. She broke the kiss, purring, her nose rubbing on mine.

“Oh, yes!” howled my mom. “Dr. Willow! That’s it!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped the doctor.

I turned my head and watched Dr. Willow cum with Mom. The two cried out their rapture. Their breasts—one pair ivory, the other cinnamon—pressed together, nipples kissing. They trembled through their rapture for a good ten heartbeats.

Dr. Willow collapsed on my mom. The doctor nuzzled into my mom’s pale neck as the pair luxuriated in their afterglows. After a moment of cuddling and kissing, Dr. Willow climbed off my mother, the dildo popping out of Mom’s cunt.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Mom breathed. She sat up, her body flushed and lovely.

“It was my pleasure,” Dr. Willow answered as Nurse Hayfa began removing the strap-on from her. “How are your jobs going, Pearl?”

“Terrible,” Mom answered, “Neither one gives me enough hours, and I don’t have enough time to go home between them. They’re running me ragged, and I still can barely pay the bills.”

Dr. Willow smiled, “I have an exciting opportunity for you and your daughter.”

“What?” Mom asked, her voice a mix of hope and caution.

“The Living Gods are going to need servants,” Dr. Willow said as she stepped out of the vinyl harness. “I don’t know exactly when, but you and your daughter are just the sort of candidates they’re looking for.”

Heat flush through me as Dr. Willow’s considering gaze fell on my petite body. The Living Gods wanted… me?

“When would we start?” Mom asked.

“The interviews probably won’t be for a while,” Willow answered. “The mansion is months away from being completed, but the Gods may need servants sooner than that. So I’ve been instructed to offer retainers to keep potential candidates available at a moment’s notice. You would each be paid $3000 a month.”

“$3000!” Mom spluttered. “Each?”

The doctor nodded. “You’d just have to agree to a few stipulations. Hayfa, the contracts.”

“Yes, Doctor,” Hayfa murmured, my eyes following her ass as she swayed across the room. She produced several pieces of papers and handed one to each of us.

I examined it. I’d have to keep in shape—healthy eating and daily exercise—and attend weekly church service at one of the Living Churches which were sprouting like dandelions across the Puget Sound. I blinked at the last stipulation. I would have to be willing to let the Gods, both Mark and Mary, use my body for sex whether with Them or a third party of Their choice. If hired, I would have to swear my soul to the Gods in exchange for eternal youth and Their love.

Mom bit her lip, glancing at me. “This sounds like we would be… What? Their bang-maids?”

I flushed, picturing the God, Mark; He was handsome and young, so dashing with His piercing blue eyes and chiseled chin. Then there was His Goddess. Mary was perhaps the most beautiful woman in existence.

My pussy ached just thinking about lying with a God.

He was like a prince from a fairy tail—the perfect man. I was dying to try out a real cock. I was too afraid to let any of the boys who went to my college make love to me. But Mark… I would definitely let Him ravish me. Sometimes, when I masturbate with my dildo—part of my Prevarication Syndrome treatment—I would imagine it was Mark making gentle love to me.

Why did I have to be sick the day Mark came to my college last June? It seemed like He had ravished half of my female classmates. It was more proof of His Godhood; what normal man could fuck that many women in a day? He enjoyed an entire locker room full of girls, all of them joining in the orgy. All the girls He’d fucked that day talked about how amazing He was.

I could have been one of those girls if it wasn’t for the darn stomach flu!

“Exactly,” Dr. Willow answered. “They’re very lustful beings, and all of those who serve them have agreed to this.”

“Even you?” Mom asked.

“Even me.”

Mom chewed on her lip. “Eternal youth… Is that possible?”

“They’re Gods. Anything is possible.”

“Why do they need my daughter? She’s only eighteen?”

“I’m old enough,” I interrupted. “You don’t mind when Dr. Willow or Nurse Hayfa touches me.”

“That’s for your treatments,” Mom pointed out.

“He’s so handsome,” I said, “I wouldn’t mind, Mom. Not with Him.”

“You’re a package deal,” Dr. Willow said. “He’ll love the mother-daughter combination.”

Mom kept chewing her lip; I was afraid she was going to gnaw it off. “Please, Mom,” I wheedled. “You wouldn’t have to work those crappy jobs. We’d have more than enough money!”

She stared at me for the longest time, sighed. “Fine.”

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Wednesday, October 2nd, 2013

Our lives had changed when Mom and I signed our contracts. Dr. Willow had immediately handed us each a check for $3000. It was one of those fancy business checks, larger than the ones Mom used to pay rent. Mom was able to quit her jobs, and we started hitting the gym and eating healthy.

No more McDonalds for dinner!

Like most of the country, last Saturday we had fallen under the evil Brandon’s spell, forced to think he was a god. Luckily, two days ago Mark and Mary defeated him and revealed Their glory—naked and wreathed in flames, the perfect embodiment of human strength and beauty—to the entire world.

I masturbated so hard to that image of the God burning bright, plunging my dildo in and out of my cunt, worshiping Him. I was so eager because I already served Him. Or near enough. I couldn’t wait for Him to call upon us.

Then it happened last night. Dr. Willow phoned us, saying an SUV would arrive to take us to our maid interviews with the Gods. I was so excited to finally serve Them, to love Them.

I just had to pass my interview.

I couldn’t sleep for the longest time, too afraid that Mark would hate me. He would take one look at my budding breasts—at eighteen, I barely even needed to wear a training bra—and my flat ass, and think I was too young and childish. He wouldn’t care that I was almost nineteen. That I was a sophomore in college.

I just wished I looked it!

And why did I have these stupid braces? They made me seem eleven.

At precisely 9:00AM, two women dressed like slutty cops knocked on our door. A sandy-blonde beauty, her round breasts about to fall out of her half-opened bodice, smiled at me when I opened it. I shuddered, recognizing servants of the gods.

“I’m 23, and this is 24,” she said, motioning to the dusky-skinned cop next to her. 24 looked similar to the Arabic nurse Hayfa. Both had silver chokers about their necks inscribed with a number, and a curious, bronze amulet dangling between their tits. “We’re looking for Pearl and Cindy Mayflower.”

“I’m Cindy,” I smiled, trying to hide my nervousness.

The Arabic 24 eyed me. “He is going to to eat you up, balim.” I didn’t know what to say to that, but it brought a searing blush to my cheeks. 24 grinned, nodding her head. “He is definitely going to devour you.”

“Is it them?” Mom shouted from the back of the house.

“Yes,” I answered.

I heard her mutter a bad word. “I’ll be just a minute!”

“We need to search your daughter anyways, ma’am!” 23 shouted back.

“So start stripping,” 24 ordered, her tone firm, commanding.

“I… What?” I asked.

“If you’re not bound, we need to search you before you can be allowed into the Hotel,” 23 answered.

Bound? Where they going to tie me up? Swallowing, I said, “Okay.”

I was wearing a new dress, cute and sexy, that laced up in the back. It cupped what little breasts I had, pushing them up to suggest I had some cleavage. It made me seem older. I didn’t want to lose that advantage. Sighing, I reached behind me, and fumbled for the lace.

23 slapped my hands away.

I squeaked in fright and let her unlace me. She worked fast, the dress growing looser and looser. Then she yanked it down my body, unveiling me before them. I flushed because underneath I wore only a garter belt and white stockings.

Nothing else.

“Oh, he is definitely going to eat you up,” 24 purred, groping my rear. “Especially with those braces. Mmm, balim, after your interview, we can get together. I get off at six.”

I flushed at her directness. “Maybe,” I squeaked. Was she wanting to have sex with me? “If They hire me.”

“They will.” She purred. “You’re going to love serving them. The benefits are definitely worth it.” Her hand squeezed my rump harder. I swallowed, feeling like such an object and… liking it. My pussy was so juicy now.

“Oh, yes, I love the perks,” the other bodyguard said, her finger sliding through the juicy folds of my pussy, stimulating me.

“Oh, hello,” Mom said, her voice sounding strained as she discovered the two sexy bodyguards running their hands all over my body, fingering my pussy, and tweaking my nipples.

My cheeks burned as Mom watched them “search” my naked body. They jammed digits into my pussy and asshole and licked at my neck. I groaned, my pussy on fire, my cheeks burning from the heat they stirred inside of me.

The Arabic bodyguard licked her fingers clean of my pussy juices as she turned to face my mother. I groaned as I watched them strip her naked and fondle her more developed places. My mother gasped and shuddered, trembling as they explored her.

They were so thorough.

Mom moaned and groaned, and looked as flustered as I was when the pair finished their “search.” I was sure it was unnecessary; more for the depraved enjoyment of the bodyguards than to protect the Gods. Well, we agreed to be the Gods’ living sex toys, so I should get used to being fondled. Besides, it was kinda exciting, and my pussy was definitely aching to be “searched” some more.

“Okay, you two are clean,” 23 said.

“And juicy,” 24 said, popping her fingers into her mouth and sucking my mom’s juices off this time.

Sighing in relief, I reached for my dress. I just picked it up when 24 said, “Balim, the Gods would rather see you naked for the interview. Uniforms will be provided if you’re hired.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, letting go of my dress.

“That’s… naughty,,” Mom said.

I flushed and nodded. We were serving the Living Gods. I should have expected this.

I fidgeted the entire ride, my poor pussy on fire. When we arrived at the Murano Hotel in downtown Tacoma, it was cold outside. My nipples puckered as hard as diamonds when I stepped out of the SUV. I screeched in shock, the chill almost attacking me.

Then a roar filled the street, a great cry of worship. Just a hundred feet away, a crowd of pilgrims filled the street. They witnessed our nudity and celebrated. They knew that we were here to please the Gods. They seemed both jealous of our good fortune and glad that we would please them. Many held signs proclaiming their willingness to be the Gods’ lovers.

It was exciting, all these eyes lusting after me, and if it wasn’t for the cold wind whipping my blonde tresses, I would have been tempted to stay and bask in their attention.

Two more bodyguards flanked the doors into the hotel, black rifles slung about their shoulders. They looked at once dangerous and sexy. I shuddered, knowing they had the skill to use those weapons and was glad they were here to protect the Living Gods. They yanked open the doors for us and…

“Thank the Living Gods,” I moaned the moment I inside. It was warm. Blessedly warm. My teeth stopped chattering almost immediately.

About a dozen naked women sat nervously around the hotel lobby, fidgeting in their seats upon couches or chairs, others leaning against walls. Soft chatter filled the air, like the warble of a flock of birds. It went silent every time there was the slightest disturbance, the women around for the source before they resumed their chirping. They were all beautiful, from as young as eighteen or nineteen, to as old as their late thirties. Most were in their twenties. I recognized many as patients of Dr. Willow, all suffering from Prevarication Syndrome like Mom and me.

Dr. Willow and her receptionist, Jayda, entered the lounge not long after we arrived, a clipboard in their hands. The hush descended. I stopped chirping to my mother, my insides squeezing. This was it. The beginning of it all.

“Asuka, Tomoyo,” the doctor read off her clipboard.

A naked, Japanese girl—eighteen like me, her long hair as black as night and her skin a creamy, olive hue—stood up. Her budding breasts jiggled with the same firmness as mine. Though I think mine were just ever so slightly larger. Without a word,the doctor led her up to the elevator.

It slid open. They vanished inside.

That was how it would go. Every so often, Dr. Willow or Jayda, the doctor’s lover and assistant, would appear and call a name. It was clear they were going alphabetical by last name. When one interview was finished, they would call for the next. The only time they called two names was for a pair of sisters went up together.

“Mayflower, Cindy and Pearl,” Jayda called. I shivered our names being said. Well, the doctor did say Mom and I were a package deal.

I took my mom’s hand and walked to the elevator, trembling. My stomach did strange tumbles inside of me. My hand grew sweaty as I clutched to my mother. She gave me a smile, but it was tight.

She was as tense as I was.

Jayda was all smiles when we reached her. She ushered us into the elevator. “Don’t be scared, Cindy,” she told me, “they won’t hurt you.”

“Did you sell your soul to Them?” I asked, a tremble passing through my body.

She smiled while nodding. “It’s quite pleasant to do, but you’ll be bound to them forever. Even in death. But the rewards…” Her smile grew ecstatic. “The rewards are worth it.”

Death… I clutched desperately to my mother’s hand, feeling like a little girl. Shame rippled through me. I was supposed to be a woman, needed to be a woman, so the God would want me.

I pulled my hand from my mother’s.

The elevator seemed to take an eternity it as it creaked up to the top floor of the hotel. A swarm of bees had invaded my tummy, buzzing around in the tight space and stinging me. The bile was rising up sour into my throat; I wanted nothing more than to empty my belly of them. I swallowed it down.

The elevator slowed, lurched, stopped. A bell dinged. The doors slid slowly open.

Jayda led us through the hallway and Tomoyo, dressed in a french maid’s outfit, exited a room, carrying cleaning supplies. I flushed when I saw just how revealing the uniform was: the blouse was transparent, Tomoyo’s dark nipples clearly visible through the black material, and the skirt was scandalously short. So short I was sure her rump would be visible if she bent over.

“Is that what we’ll be wearing?” Mom asked.

Jayda smiled. “The Gods delight in the beauty of their followers.”

“And why aren’t you dressed like that?” Mom asked pointedly.

“I don’t serve our Gods directly. I serve Willow,” Jayda answers. “She has a lot more… independence. She chooses how the nurses and I dress. Willow is at the same level as the Holy Sluts, though she isn’t one of them.”

“I see,” Mom answered, sounding a little puzzled.

Jayda shrugged.“She’s a special case. She once was a Holy Slut, but retired and serves the Gods in other ways.”

“Like finding beautiful women to work for Them?” Mom asked. “Under the guise of free medicine?”

“Exactly,” the nurse answered. “Plus, she enjoys molesting her patients.”

“Molesting…” Mom’s eyes widened. “Prevarication Syndrome. It’s not real?”

“Nope! We used a little bit of magic to relax you two so you’d think it was normal.”

It clicked in my head. “The incense!” I blurted. “It always relaxed me and made me want to do whatever Dr. Willow ordered.”

“Yep. Just some harmless mind control. But don’t worry about it, that’s just how things are done. Dr. Willow earned her rewards, and now you two are about to earn yours. Unless you have a problem with the Gods’ powers?”

My mom glanced at me. “I guess it doesn’t matter how we got here, it just matters that we have the opportunity to serve Them.”

Jayda patted her arm. “That’s the spirit. C’mon, they’re waiting.”

One of the Holy Sluts stepped out of a room into the hallway. I recognized her. Violet. I flushed at the sight of her. I always admired the picture of her that hangs on the Living Church’s wall. She was about my age, maybe a year older, her brunette hair pulled into two pigtails, and a gold choker glinted about her neck set with amethyst. She wore a naughty, Catholic schoolgirl outfit: very short, blue-and-purple plaid skirt; knee-high, white socks; and a plain, white blouse tied at the midriff.

Her hazel eyes found mine, and I flushed as they widened. Her pink tongue ran across her red lips as she examined me.

“Good luck,” Violet said, a touch breathless.

My heart was thundering in my chest, and I just flushed more. I struggled to say something to her, but my tongue felt so heavy. Then a second Holy Slut, April, burst out of the same door—she was dressed in a similar naughty schoolgirl outfit, though her silver-rimmed glasses gave her a sexy nerd vibe—and entwined her arm about Violet’s.

“C’mon!” she exclaimed. “We need to get going, Violet.”

“Right,” Violet murmured, letting herself get pulled along by the nerdy brunette. Her eyes remained fixed on mine until she was dragged into the elevator.

I hoped to see her again. She was so pretty. Her pigtails made her seem so innocent despite the whorish outfit she wore. Her hazel eyes were strangely compelling, stirring a confusing mix of desire and longing inside me. It was Mom’s tugging on my arm that snapped me out of my contemplation of Violet’s perfect face: smooth cheeks, a button nose, and those red lips that seemed so kissable.

“Sorry,” I muttered, cheeks burning as Mom smirked at me.

Jayda led us to a door guarded by a pair of slutty cops. One slid a keycard into the door and opened it. The suite beyond was luxurious, the sort that rich people stay in. Everything was ornate and dignified, even the couches and chairs. They looked like pieces of arts belonging in a museum then objects to be sat upon. It was so overwhelming. I don’t know why it was shocked. This was the Gods’ suite.

What did I expect them to stay in?

Then I saw Them and my heart nearly stopped. They sat on a love seat, naked. Their eyes devoured us as we walked in. He was more handsome in person, with a chiseled chin, muscular chest, and deep-blue eyes that you could dreamily stare in all day long. And She was absolutely stunning. My breath caught as I beheld Her heart-shaped face framed by deep-red hair, and Her dazzling green eyes. Her breasts were perfect, perky and freckled, topped with dusky nipples. I had never seen a woman more beautiful in my entire life. I knew I would do anything to touch Her.

“Cindy and Pearl Mayflower,” Jayda introduced.

“Sisters?” my God asked.

“No, mother and daughter,” Jayda answered.

My Goddess shifted, leaning forward, and purred, “Really? You must have been young when you had her.”

“I was, Your Worshipfulness,” Mom breathed.

“Please, you can refer to me as Mistress or Ma’am,” She said, with a dismissive wave. “And he’s Master or Sir. Better than that mouthful.”

“Yes, er, Mistress,” Mom said.

“So, Pearl, have you ever had sex with your daughter?” He asked.

“No, Master.”

“Have you thought about it?”

My mom shifted, glancing momentarily at me, then answered, “Last week, during the Worship Orgy, it crossed my mind.”

“Why didn’t you act on those feelings?” She asked, fixing my mom with Her emerald eyes.

“I felt ashamed for those desires.”

“You shouldn’t,” She said. “There’s nothing wrong with showing your affection for your daughter. My mother and I are very close.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“If you want to serve us, you and your daughter must make love to each other,” He told us. “Otherwise, you’re free to go.”

I glanced up at my mom; I didn’t want to leave. My eyes widened as I saw my mother as a woman for the first time: her face was almost identical to mine, only more mature and ripened, with beautiful green eyes. Her tousled, light-brown hair tumbled down to her shoulders. My gaze traveled down her body. Her breasts were full, sagging only a little bit, but still gorgeous with pink, fat nipples, and her stomach was sleek and toned. I groaned at the sight of her shaved pussy, her thick labia thrusting out of her plump vulva.

“You are so gorgeous, Mom,” I whispered, heat rising in me.

Mom stared back at me with lust and asked, “You don’t hate me?”

I shook my head.

She groaned low and throaty—like a big cat, a cougar—and pounced at me. Her lips were hot on mine, her tongue probing, playing across my metal braces. Her breasts pillowed softly against my budding tits. Two nipples rubbed like hard pebbles across my skin as we kissed.

I hugged her, clutched to her, out of a wanton instinct. Incestuous passion spilled through me as my tongue danced with hers. She was so hot against me. So hungry. My pussy melted as we held each other. Loved each other. This would have been so wrong, but the Gods changed everything.

Mothers could love their daughters.

“Oh, my sweet baby,” she purred when she broke our kiss. “I have to taste you. Let mommy taste your sweetness.”

“Oh, yes, taste me!” I moaned, my pussy clenching. I was so on fire. I felt the Gods watching us, judging us. “I’d love that.”

She pushed me down into a plush chair, the velvet fabric rubbing against my ass. I whimpered as Mom spread my thighs. Her fingers were gentle as they ran through the soft down of my pubic hair to tease my tight pussy. She stroked up and down me, sending pleasure rippling through my body, her gaze fixed on my twat.

With a hungry growl, a sound as primal as the one she made before our kiss, she buried her face into my snatch. I gasped as her tongue licked through my folds. Fast, swift. Over and over again.. She seemed desperate to taste every fold and crevasse of my youthful cunt, driving me wild with naughty sensations.

Mom was eating my pussy. My eyes widened. And I loved it!

“Oh, Mommy!” I moaned, as pleasure electrified my body. My legs spasmed. “Yes, yes, yes, eat my pussy!”

“That’s fucking hot, Mare,” the God groaned.

My eyes flicked to him as my mother feasted on my pussy. I shuddered, my gaze arresting on His hard cock rising triumphantly from His crotch. Pride filled me up; I made His dick hard and throbbing. My toes curled as I moaned, my mother devouring me.

My Goddess’s hand stroked His cock, sliding up and down it. I licked my lips, staring with such hunger as she squeezed precum from the tip. I shuddered, my body quivering, my mother’s tongue fluttering deep into my cunt, teasing me.

“Why don’t we get that sweet, young girl to suck on your cock, hun,” purred the Goddess.

I whimpered; that sounded wonderful.

“Would you like that?” He asked me, His blue eyes catching mine.

I nodded and groaned, “Oh, yes, Master!”

He beckoned with His hand.

I didn’t hesitate to push Mom’s face away despite all the pleasure she was giving me. I caught a look of disappointment cross her face, her mouth smeared with my cream. But our God wanted me. I stood up and crossed to Him. My body trembled as I knelt before my God.

His cock was so big. A sudden fear washed through my lust and desire for Him. I had only sucked one cock before, during last week’s worship orgy. It was on a boy my own age named Patrick while my history professor, Miss Blythe, coached me.

“Mind your teeth,” she’d explained. “The head of a boy’s cock is very sensitive. You can gently graze it with your teeth, but don’t bite. They will not like that.”

I had to please my God. I couldn’t hesitate. I wanted to serve Him. He was waiting for this. I had to show Him I wasn’t a little girl, but an eighteen-year-old woman who wanted to worship Him with every bit of her being.

Miss Blythe taught me that the best way to start a great blowjob was by licking the shaft.

I leaned forward, my tongue extended. I smelled a salty, manly musk as I nuzzled into the base of His dick, right at His balls. I dragged my tongue up His shaft, tasting His skin. I licked higher and higher until I reached the sensitive tip.

He groaned as I swirled my tongue around the spongy crown. My eyes watched Him, seeing the pleasure in His blue eyes. I licked again, gathering His precum, so desperate to please Him. My body shook. I squirmed.

Then gasped as Mom’s head slid between my thighs. Her hands seized my upper thighs and pulled my pussy down to her hungry mouth. I groaned as she licked my folds, encouraging me to pleasure my God.

My tongue I traced the mushroom-shaped head of His dick. He shuddered in pleasure and groaned louder. My tongue fluttered around Him more. Then my lips were touching His tip. I sucked the head of His dick into my mouth.

Sucked

“Damn,” He groaned as I sucked Him. “That’s good.”

A pleased ripple shot down to my pussy being tongued by my mother. I groaned, squirming on her as I sucked on His cock. I bobbed my head, sliding my lips up and down His shaft. His precum flowed, filling my mouth with His wondrous, salty flavor.

His muscular chest rose and fell as He shifted on the love seat. His knees swayed, almost closing about my head before widening. I gave Him so much pleasure. Me! I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing. I moaned, giving voice to the rapture my mother’s tongue gave me.

Incestuous bliss and worshipful lust swelled through me. The two different delights mixed in me. I stared up at Him, loving Him as I sucked on His dick. I gasped about His shaft as my mother’s tongue jammed into my cunt’s depths.

It was so naughty.

My Goddess’s soft hand gripped my hair. She pushed my head down His cock while purring, “Let’s see if you can deep-throat him.”

More and more of His dick filled my mouth, starting to brush the back of my throat and I tensed, my pussy clenching around Mom’s probing tongue. Despite the pleasure she gave me, fear shot through me. I couldn’t take more of my God’s dick. But the Goddess kept pushing on my head.

“Relax, Cindy,” She commanded. “Let his cock slip down your throat. He’ll love it.”

Her words soothed me like they were reaching into my soul and brushing away my fear. I didn’t have to be afraid of choking. I just had to let His cock slip down my throat. I relaxed my gullet, allowing Her push me farther down His shaft.

The crown of His cock pressed down my esophagus. I swallowed His cock. His hard shaft filling my throat. She kept pushing my head down, my lips descending to kiss His tangle of wiry, brown pubic hair. They kissed me.

“Damn, Mare, first try,” He said.

“She wants to please you,” my Goddess said, staring down at me while I moaned about His dick, Mom’s tongue fluttering through my pussy again.

Pleasure radiated up from my nethers I could barely breathe with His cock buried in my throat. I sucked in through my nose, growing dizzy. Darkness washed across my vision. It intensified the incestuous delight brewing in my cunt.

My God groaned. My Goddess relaxed Her grip. I slid my mouth up His cock, sucking the entire way. His chest muscles tensed as I pleased Him. He growled out in delight. I shuddered, squirming my cunt on my mother’s hungry mouth.

I sucked in deeper breaths the moment His cock left my throat. My vision cleared. I shuddered, then swallowed His dick again. I deep-throated Him a second time, proving my dedication to Him. I would love Him with all my heart. My soul.

“Shit, Mare,” He groaned. “You wouldn’t know that it was her first time. She’s got a wonderful mouth.”

“Women always want to please me,” my Goddess purred.

She kissed Him as I deep-throated His cock over and over. I loved it. I slid His dick down my throat then sucked the entire way up His shaft until only the tip was in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip as He kissed His Goddess. Then I’d plunge His cock back down my throat.

Mom ate my pussy the entire time. Her tongue licked up and down my folds. She teased my clit and labia. She drove me closer and closer to my orgasm, stoking the tempest building and building inside of me.

My God groaned. Mom sucked on my clit. I deep-throated His dick again. I pressed my lips into His pubic hair, giving Him my all.

The storm exploded throughout my body.

My pussy spasmed as I came. Winds of rapture and ecstasy howled through my body. I moaned around His cock buried deep in my throat. My juices gushed out of me, pouring into Mom’s hungry mouth. I whimpered about His dick, sucking up His shaft again.

Stars danced before my eyes as the pleasure gusted through my mind. I felt so dizzy, my body trembling. My pussy kept convulsing, Mom’s tongue lapping through my folds, gathering my cream as my mouth rose up the God’s cock, my passionate cries muffled by His cock.

“Holy shit!” He grunted, breaking the kiss with His Goddess. “Here it comes, slut!”

“Drink His cum!” She purred, Her green eyes staring down at me. “Don’t waste a single drop of my husband’s cum, you filthy whore!”

His cock erupted salty cum into my mouth. I shuddered at the taste of my God’s seed. It was so wonderful. I gulped it down, swallowing like mad to keep from losing a single, delicious drop. His thick cream coated my mouth and tongue. I savored its thick texture.

My orgasm raged harder through me. I squirmed on my mother’s hungry mouth as she kept licking me. She kept feasting, her tongue dancing through my folds. She enjoyed every drop of my pussy juices squirting out of me.

“Yes!” the God groaned as the last blast of His cum fired into my mouth.

My orgasm peaked. I swallowed the salty load. It warmed down to my belly. My mouth popped off His dick. I gasped for breath, the room almost spinning around me. Drool ran down my chin. My body tingled from the strength of my orgasm.

“Thank you… Master,” I panted. Then I saw a bead of white cum oozing out of the small slit at the tip of His cock. I licked the tasty morsel into my mouth and sucked on the tip to make sure I got it all.

“Your daughter is quite the slut, Pearl,” He said, such joy in His voice..

“Yes, she is, Master,” Mom answered, sliding out from beneath me. Her face was sticky with my passion. “I am glad my daughter pleased you.”

I licked my lips, staring at my juices coating my mother’s lips and cheeks. I couldn’t resist the impulse to kiss her and taste my spicy flavor. My lips planted on hers. I groaned as she melted against me, our tongues meeting, loving each other.

Such incestuous bliss surged through me as our tongues dueled. I felt the Gods watching us revel in our taboo passion. I hoped Mom could taste our God’s salty cum on my lips the same way I tasted my cream on hers.

When we broke the kiss, I was breathless.

So was my mom.

“Pearl, put that skilled tongue to work on my pussy,” purred the Goddess. “Make me cum like you made your daughter.

“I’d be honored, Mistress,” Mom said, her eyes so wide with delight.

“You’ll be amazing, Mom,” I told her, my pussy clenching.

My God grabbed my face, turning me to look up at Him. “I bet your cunt is tight.”

I flushed. “Yes, Master. I’ve only used slim dildos. I’m practically a virgin.”

He grinned. “Then come sit on my cock.”

I groaned, so eager to obey Him, His words resonating through me. I felt so warm and bubbly as I crawled up into His lap. His blue eyes filled up my vision, full of such divine passion. I groaned and leaned forward to kiss Him as I grabbed His dick.

He stopped me with a finger to my lips. I blinked as He said, “A good slut doesn’t kiss her Master with a mouth tasting of cum.”

“Sorry, Master,” I flushed as His words echoed through my soul. It was crystal clear to me now. Of course He wouldn’t want to taste His jizz.

“It’s okay to kiss me with a mouthful of his cum,” the Goddess said before giggling like a young girl. “Mmm, I love to taste my husband’s seed on another woman’s lips.” Her eyes flicked down to my mother. “And I love a woman licking my cunt.”

Mom groaned then buried her face between the Goddess’s thighs. Mary moaned as Mom tongued the Goddess’s snatch. Her green eyes found mine. Before I knew it, Her divine lips were on mine, kissing me, tasting His cum and my own spicy cream. I shuddered on His lap and kept stroking His cock. Such heady delight ran through me.

“I do love tasting a woman’s cunt on slut’s lips,” He said and smiled. I whimpered into His Goddess’s lips as He grabbed my hips and maneuvered me.

“Mmm, that’s the best,” She moaned after breaking our kiss.

Then I gasped as my God guided my pussy to the tip of His cock. I pulled my hand away as He pulled down on my hips. He impaled me on His cock. My eyes widened as His girth invaded me, sliding deep into my tight, juicy depths.

“Oh, my Gods!” I gasped as He spread me open. “Your huge, Master!”

His grin broadened.

I whimpered as I savored how big He was, larger than the dildo Dr. Willow gave me or any of the ones she used to fuck me. His cock stretched my little pussy until it ached. It was amazing how good He felt. It made my body twitch. I had to please Him.

Fuck Him.

Squealing, I bucked and squirmed on His cock, sliding Him around inside my tight cunt. I was eager to feel more and more of the rapture rippling through me. My pussy drank in the friction, swelling another orgasm in me.

I had to ride my God. Panting, I rose up His cock until only the tip remained in my pussy. I savored the sweet way He rubbed inside me. He groaned, hands gripping my hips, His blue eyes burning with passion. I smiled at Him then impaled my cunt down His dick. I gasped as He filled me up once more, my clit grinding into His pubic bone.

“Damn, she’s almost as tight as a virgin,” He groaned. “I love fucking barely legal cunt!”

I beamed, so glad my pussy pleased Him. It was so wonderful to worship my God with my juicy cunt. I flexed my thighs, working my pussy up and down His divine cock. I was making my God happy, and my reward was His cock stirring up the passion inside me.

It spurred me to ride Him as fast as I could. My little titties bounced and jiggled. My cunt clenched to His dick, increasing that wonderful friction as I rose up His girth. I whimpered, anticipating that hot plunge back down His girth, taking Him to the hilt.

Pleasure sparked from my clit every time.

“I love riding your cock, my Lord!” I groaned, the words tumbling out of me.

“My Lord,” He mused. His hands slipped around to cup my ass, squeezing me. He twisted my hips, adding a swirl from side to side as I rode His cock. “I like the sound of that. I think the maids should call us my Lord and Lady.”

“Yes, Mark!” my Goddess moaned, Her voice shrill with passion. “Oh, fuck, the mom’s got a tongue on her. She’s lapping so deep into my cunt. These two are definitely keepers, hun.”

“If that’s what they want,” He said, glancing at me.

“It is, my Lord!” I cried out my pussy clenching down on His dick. “I want to be yours!”

“Then you shall be, Cindy,” He answered. He gripped me and worked my cunt up and down on His wonderful cock. “You’re ours.”

His words triggered my orgasm. It swept through my suddenly. A powerful hurricane raged inside me, dashing waves of rapture against my mind. The euphoric winds washed away all reason and thought. Nothing remained but the pleasure of His cock.

I hugged Him, clung to Him. My little nipples rubbed against His muscular chest while His dick filled up my convulsing pussy. My flesh spasmed about Him as I squeaked out my pleasure again and again.

His hands kept fucking my pussy up and down His dick. My orgasm intensified then flowed into another and another. I shuddered, my cunt massaging His cock, drinking in the bliss of His shaft spearing in and out of me. I kept cumming. I drowned in rapture.

“My Lord!” I howled as stars danced across my eyes.

“Damn, Mare, her pussy…” He groaned. “Her fucking pussy is amazing!”

“Cum in the little slut, Mark!” She hissed. “Mmm, just flood her, my mighty stallion!”

“Yes, yes, please, my Lord, flood my cunt!” I howled.

I ground my hard clit into His groin every time I bottomed out on Him, adding more and more waves to the pleasure buffeting my body. I thrashed and heaved, out of control from the ecstasy of His embrace. He was incredible.

He impaled me all the way down His cock. My flesh writhed about His dick, hungry for His spunk. I cried out in wordless rapture, so eager for it. Then His cum pulsed into me. Heavy blasts of divine spunk flooded my pussy—a God’s sacred cum.

Another orgasm exploded through me. Darkness washed across my vision. I was the vessel for His pleasure, worthy enough to used by Him, or Her, to satisfy any desire They might have. I was in heaven, nirvana, or whatever you wanted to call it.

I was Their servant.

I collapsed against Him as my pussy milked Him dry. I was giddy with euphoria, so pleased to serve Them. I hardly was aware of my surroundings. He pulled me off His cock. I stumbled after Him as He led me into a bedroom

An older woman waited on the luxurious bed. Through my orgasm-addled mind, I stared at Her. She was still beautiful even though She was older than my mother, ripened into the peek of feminine beauty. I gasped in recognition.

“The Divine Mother,” I moaned. It was Sandra Glassner, the God’s earthly mother.

“Come here and drink, child,” she purred. She spread her legs wide open and I witnessed the milky cum leaking out of the vessel that had brought one of my Gods into this world.

Reverently, I knelt between her thighs, my entire body trembling as I beheld this beautiful sight. I lowered my face, took a deep breath, and drank the nectar of her pussy.

“Zimmah,” He whispered.

I gasped as energy sprang out of His mother and then into my God and myself. I shuddered as it wrapped about my soul. There was a clink of metal echoing through my mind as the energy suddenly snapped between my God and me, creating a chain binding me to Him for all eternity.

Eyes widening, I moaned in awe, “I’m yours forever, my Lord.”

“Forever,” He smiled at me as my mom knelt between Sandra’s thighs.

My mom licked, gathering a thick glob of His cum from Sandra’s pussy. He whispered the word. Mom was bound.

I threw my arms around my mom and kissed her with such incestuous passion. We held each other as such giddy excitement shot through me. Together, we would serve our Gods forever. And that would give me plenty of time to get to know that cute girl with the pigtails.

Violet.

What a beautiful name.

To be continued…

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