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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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Friday, June 6th, 2014 – Jessie Smith

Mrs. Jepheson was bound tightly when I entered the bedroom, the beige rope biting into her pale, naked flesh. She squirmed, her tits—a loop of rope encircling each large melon, squeezing her flesh into swollen, crimson mounds—jiggled and shook. The movement waved about her fat nipples. A black sleeping mask covered her eyes, half-hidden by the mane of honey-blonde hair that fell across her face.

My pussy grew hot at the sight, a tingle racing through my body.

The Jephesons were regulars of the business I ran with my fiancee: Divine Escorts. Mr. Jepheson liked to hire our girls to discipline his wife while he fucked his mistress, a saucy redhead name Kylie. I was dressed in an uncomfortable leather bustier that pushed up my perky tits and left my nipples bare. Garters were attached to the bottom of the bustier, holding up a pair of thigh-high fishnets. Knee-high leather boots and the riding crop in my hand completed my dominating outfit.

“Are you going to howl for Mistress Jessie?” I asked, trailing the leather end of my riding crop across Mrs. Jepheson’s plump ass. The black contrasted with her pale rump.

“I am,” she purred as she quivered. “I’ve been a naughty wife. Punish me!”

“She burned last night’s dinner,” Mr. Jepheson said. He sat on a chair in the corner, the naked, redheaded Kylie kneeling before him. Her fiery hair danced about her shoulders as she sucked his dick with passion, bobbing her head up and down his cock. “I think she did it on purpose.”

“I did,” the bound housewife said then sighed happily. “I’m sooooo bad. I need to be punished hard!”

I brought the crop down with a stinging smack on her ass. Playing the S&M Queen wasn’t one of my favorite activities, but I believed in following the number one rule of retail: keep the customer satisfied.

I grabbed the length of rope that ran through Mrs. Jepheson’s ass crack and pussy, yanking hard on it. The hemp sank into the groove of her snatch, her labia obscenely swallowing the rope while she whimpered in pain. “You need to count, slave, and thank me!”

“Sorry, Mistress Jessie!” she moaned. Mrs. Jepheson knew the rules; she just liked to break them.

“Hit her harder,” her husband groaned. “Make my naughty slave howl!”

SMACK!

White flesh turned stinging red. Another ripple washed through my pussy.

“Two, thank you, Mistress Jessie!” she moaned.

“You forgot one!” I snarled, yanking on the rope again, driving it even deeper into her pussy. Her juices darkened the rough fibers.

SMACK!

“One, thank you, Mistress Jessie!”

SMACK!

“Two, thank you, Mistress Jessie!”

SMACK!

“Three, thank you, Mistress Jessie!”

The air rang with the stinging sounds of impact. I licked my lips as her pale ass slowly transformed red. She gasped and shuddered, her moans filling the air. She thanked me every time I cracked the riding crop on her rump. She writhed on the bed like a little slut in heat.

Her pussy leaked fluids, filling the air with her delicious, tangy aroma. The rope slowly drank in her juices, a dark stain spreading up the hemp nestled in the valley of her asscheeks. Her moans grew throatier and throatier the more and more I punished her.

SMACK!

“Seventeen, thank you, Mistress Jessie!”

A line of pussy juices ran down my own thighs, trickling to the top of my thigh-high stocking.

“Punish the slut!” her husband moaned. “Oh, Gods yes!”

He held Kylie’s face in both hands, vigorously fucking the woman’s mouth with his cock. The sound of the redhead’s sucking his dick mixed with the gasps and moans of Mrs. Jepheson’s. Pleasure crossed his face as his mistress pleased him, his eyes locked on his wife’s trembling body.

SMACK!

“Eighteen, thank you, Mistress Jessie!”

“She’s a filthy fucking whore!” her husband groaned. “A nasty cunt! Yes, yes!”

I saw him tense out of the corner of my eye. His cum must be flooding Kylie’s mouth. Pleasure twisted across his face. The nasty sounds of Keily swallowing his jizz filled the air. My mouth hungered to taste his jizz.

SMACK!

“Nineteen, thank you, Mistress Jessie!”

Panting, he grunted, “You can cum, my naughty slave-wife!”

“Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes! Thank you, Master!” Mrs. Jepheson purred.

SMACK!

I landed the final crack hard on her rump. She bucked on the bed, her back arching. Her blonde hair swayed about her face. She wiggled her body, juices gushing out of her cunt around the rope buried into her labia.

She came just from being disciplined. Her pleasure sang through the air as her back arched. Her bound tits jiggled, swollen from the ropes bound around them. A dizzy wave of lust washed through me, a horny ache to achieve my orgasm. My pussy clenched in envy.

“Twenty!” she screamed, her voice thick with her rapture. “Thank you, Mistress Jessie!”

I placed my booted foot on the bed near her face, my naked pussy drenched with juices. I wanted to grab her and rub my cunt against her beautiful lips. I needed to cum so badly. It made me tremble. My snatch clenched as more of my cream ran down my thighs.

But the Jephesons never had sex with me. I only spanked the wife while he watched.

I bit my lip, fighting the urge to make the wife devour my cunt as the trembling blonde turned around on the bed. Her flushed face stared up at me. Unable to see, still wearing her blindfold, she leaned down and scooted on the bed, wiggling like a worm. I lifted my right boot, planting it on the bed before her. Her lips found it, kissing my boot.

My pussy clenched in envy.

“Thank for disciplining me, Mistress Jessie,” she murmured, then kissed the boot again.

I didn’t answer her. I just walked out of the room, snatching the wad of twenties off the dresser on my way out. I clutched at the money, wishing they’d fucked me. I loved being fucked for money, being a nasty, slutty whore. It made me cum.

“Here’s your reward,” I heard Mr. Jepheson say as I marched down the hallway, my clit throbbing, so swollen.

“I love it when you fuck my ass,” his slave-wife gasped, her voice so throaty. I heard flesh slapping flesh. “I love you, Master.”

“I love you, too, Monica,” he answered her.

I shook my head. They were a strange couple, though very active in the worship of the Gods. They founded the Eastside Living Church. Mr. Jepheson liked to brag about how our God had transformed his wife from someone frigid in the bedroom to the submissive slave-wife she was today. Mark had that effect on people; if it hadn’t been for him I wouldn’t be a prostitute engaged to my pimp.

I still remembered the wonderful day of the Buy Best Incident when our God’s hard cock reamed my pussy while everyone watched. Kevin fucked me next, his big dick fucking my sloppy cunt while more men queued behind him. They were all so eager to use me.

To receive my naughty customer service.

Kevin waited outside the Jephesons’ house in his blue Honda CRV. He sat in the driver seat talking on his cell phone. He hung up when he saw me and climbed out of the car. He had filled out in the last year, spending time hitting the gym. Gone was the pimply-faced nerd that was too shy to talk to me before I fucked him the bathroom of a Starbucks.

A confident man had replaced him, his body muscular and strong.

My cunt burned as I sauntered down the driveway towards him, feeling sexy dressed in my dominatrix outfit. My tits and pussy were on display for the world to see. A year ago, it would have been illegal for me to be naked in public, but our Gods had gotten rid of such silly decency laws. If you wanted to flaunt your nubile body, then you did it. And if you wanted to demonstrate your affections in a public place, what was the harm in someone watching you fuck?

And I needed to fuck.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted me, dressed in gray slacks and blue silk shirt, his sports blazer neatly folded on the backseat of the car. “How’d it go?”

“Fine,” I answered. “But I’m soooooo horny, Kevin.”

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. My mouth glued onto his. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, stirring it around with his. His hands found my naked ass, squeezing it and pulling me tight against him. My nipples rubbed on his shirt, drinking in the feel of him.

I broke the kiss and let out a whimpering sound, staring into his eyes.

“I can think of a few ways to fix that,” he grinned and gave my ass a final squeeze. Then reached into his pocket and pulled out my diamond engagement ring. It seemed wrong to wear it when I saw clients, so Kevin always hung onto it for me.

“Good,” I moaned after the ring was properly on my finger. “I need it soooo badly.”

I kissed him more seriously, writhing my body against his. I felt his big dick swelling the front of his jeans. My pussy dribbled juices down my thighs as my cunt grew hotter and hotter. I held him so tight, my hands caressing up and down his back.

“Now… how should I satisfy you?” Kevin asked when I broke the kiss.

“With your cock,” I moaned. “I need you to fuck my little snatch! Spanking Mrs. Jepheson made me so wet! Please, please, just pound my slutty cunt.”

He grinned at me, lust shining in his eyes.

I groaned in delight as he bent me over the hood of his car. The painted metal kissed my nipples with smooth coolness. I trembled, my snatch clenching as I listened to the sound of his zipper rasping down. Then his cock smacked into my rump, making such a meaty, thudding sound.

I whimpered and shivered as the tip of his cock slid across my butt-cheek and down to my shaved snatch. He nuzzled his dick against my pussy lips. He found the entrance to my juicy cunt and thrust hard into me. I didn’t need any foreplay to be ready.

Not after whipping Mrs. Jepheson to her orgasm.

Kevin’s big cock filled up my pussy, stretching my cunt. Pleasure rippled through me. My snatch clenched down on his shaft. His was one of the best cocks I’d ever fucked. The fact I loved him just made the sex even better, pleasure rippling through me as he drew back and slammed into my snatch.

“Fuck me, stud!” I moaned loudly.

A pair of hot girls, looking barely eighteen, were walking down the street. They paused when they saw us. I shuddered, loving how they giggled and whispered to each other, their eyes on my body. My pussy grew hotter, being watched increasing the bliss rippling out of my cunt.

I smiled at them, winking, and raised up on the hood so they could get a good look at my tits. One pulled out her cell phone and started recording us. Another naughty tremble washed through me as I braced my hands on the hood, my hips wiggling, meeting my fiance’s hard strokes.

I groaned loudly for the camera, “Oh yes, fuck me good! Make me cum!”

“Fuck, you’re a great whore!” Kevin shouted. “Worth the hundred bucks I paid!”

I looked over my shoulder, confused for a moment. My pussy clenched down on his hard cock, the friction transforming into bliss that made thoughts so hard. Why would he say that? He didn’t have to pay to fuck me and…

I realized what Kevin was doing.

“Mmm, that’s because only the best whores work for Divine Escorts!” I moaned, my voice so throaty. “Tell your friends. We have the prettiest girls to keep you satisfied! Ooh, yes, fuck my cunt and cum so hard in my snatch!”

Those girls would post their video on all the social media sites: Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, Instagram, more. So a little free advertisement couldn’t hurt; Kevin was a genius at the business side of things.

“Fuck I love your cunt, Jessie,” Kevin moaned, slamming harder into me. His cock plunged so deep into my snatch, the tingles building my orgasm. His balls smacked into my clit, sparks flowing through me. “I’m going to cum so hard! You’re worth every fucking penny!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my back arched, my breasts jiggling before me.

I squeezed my pussy on his dick over and over, gripping his cock in my snatch’s tight embrace. I wiggled my hips, stirring his shaft through my twat’s depths. Pleasure filled me over and over, tingles racing through my body.

His cock rubbed against my pussy walls, electrifying my flesh with rapture. Sparks of pleasure trembled through my body. When Kevin thrust into me, the force pressed my clit against the cold metal of the car hood, the sensitive nub grinding against the metal. It added such a delicious delight.

“I’m gonna cum!” I moaned, so aware of the girl’s watching me, their hips wiggling, their eyes so bright. “By Mary’s beautiful tits, I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it, whore,” Kevin growled, thrusting so hard into me. “Show the world what a naughty slut you are.”

“So naughty!” I screamed as my little snatch exploded on Kevin’s cock.

My cunt spasming around his girth. My arms collapsed. I pressed my tits against the hood of his car as I convulsed and trembled. Waves of pleasure washed out of my snatch and inundated my mind with such rapture.

His dick kept fucking me, spearing over and over into my writhing flesh. He kept churning me up with his thrusts, his balls thwacking into my hot flesh. Every plunge of his dick into my cumming depths sparked new orgasms in me.

“Cum in me!” I begged, staring at the filming girls through dazed eyes. “You paid so much for the right to erupt into my cunt!”

“Fuck, you sluts from Divine Escorts are so hot! I’m going to flood your cunt with jizz.”

“Yes,” moaned the girl filming me, her hips shaking from side to side.

“Do it,” whimpered the other.

My snatch convulsed harder on Kevin’s dick.

My fiance groaned. His thrust became more erratic, more frantic. He plowed into my snatch hard, his crotch smacking into my rump. I writhed on the hood of the car, more pleasure spilling through my body. His hands seized my hips, holding tight.

He grunted as he rammed to the hilt in my cunt.

His hot jizz flooded my pussy.

I gasped as his spunk spurted into me. I felt each squirt splashing against my cervix. Waves of darkness washed across my vision. The pleasure seared across my mind as I gasped and whimpered. My pussy milked his cock, draining out every drop of his jizz.

“Jesus, you’re such a great fuck,” he groaned, leaning over me.

“Mmm, yes, I love it when a customer erupts into my snatch,” I moaned, staring at the filming girls, giving them big grins.

The girl not holding the phone leaned over and whispered in her filming friend’s ear. A blush spread across the friend’s face, her cheeks glowing crimson. With sultry laugh, she nodded her head. They held hands and darted for the nearest house, disappearing inside. A hot shudder ran through me as my orgasm peaked in me.

They were going to go fuck. I pictured the two girls stripping off each other’s clothes, fingering budding breasts and tight slits, maybe tasting sweet pussy for the first time ever. I hoped they had such a wicked time.

Maybe they would use dildos on each other…

Then I sighed, wondering if they would ever have sex with a guy. Thanks to the Wormwood Plague, there were more women than men in the world. A third of all the males had died. Kevin fell deathly ill last November. Priestess Daisy ordered all the sick members of the Church to come to the pavilion where our Gods would heal all they could.

I don’t know what I would have done if Kevin had succumbed to that demon-bitch Lilith’s plague.

“Gods that was great,” Kevin groaned as he leaned over me, panting heavily. “Love ya, babe.”

“Mmm, I need to thank you,” I panted, wiggling my hips as his cock softened in my dick. “I needed that so badly.”

He pulled out of me, leaving my tingling snatch feeling empty. His cum leaked out of me as I turned around and kissed him with loving passion. I clung to him as more of his spunk ran down my thighs to the tops of my stockings, soaking them.

He was such a wonderful man.

Kevin broke our kiss and left me leaning against the car, panting. I buzzed from my orgasm, my naked tits rising and falling before me. He grabbed a towel out of the trunk and spread it out on the passenger seat for me. I climbed in, delighting in the feel of his jizz trickling out. I couldn’t resist, reaching down and hooking my finger through my nethers, gathering a huge gob of cum and pussy juices. I popped it into my mouth.

It was delicious.

Kevin started the car and, giving my thigh a quick squeeze, sped off. He turned right on Portland Avenue heading for Highway 512 to take us home. We had bought a beautiful house in downtown Puyallup, a black, iron-wrought fence surrounding a gray house and the most lovely rhododendron bushes, full of purple, red, and pink flowers.

“Oh,” Kevin said when we were getting close, “your horniness drove it from my mind, but I was speaking with Rose right before you finished with the Jephesons. She wants to talk during the reception tonight about a business opportunity.”

I smiled and asked, “Does the Church need to hire a bunch of prostitutes?”

He shrugged, “She wouldn’t say.”

“And a wedding reception is the best place to talk about this?”

Tonight two of our prostitutes, Lucy McKay and Fatima Tawfeek, were getting married. Like Kevin and I, they became a couple because of our God’s powerful sermon at the Buy Best Orgy a year ago. After hiring our first escort, my roommate Anne, I talked to a few girls who I used to work with at Buy Best into becoming our prostitutes. Stacy and Rosalita, another couple forged during the orgy, were eager to make some real money, and they convinced Lucy and Fatima into joining.

With five other girls, they formed the core of our stable of naughty sluts..

Maybe it shouldn’t be surprising, but all of our prostitutes had their lives touched by Mark and Mary in some way: Abby was chosen by Mark’s dead bodyguard, the Holy Martyr Chasity, and pleasured the God in the backseat of a cop car; Emily Jones was introduced to us by Mary’s father, her community college teacher and lover; Iseul and Yun Rhee, a pair of Korean sisters, lived on the very block where the Miracle occurred; and Wanda Sykes was a waitress who worked alongside Korina and Xiu, two of the Holy Sluts, and served our Gods on the night of their engagement.

We arrived home not long after that. “You better hurry,” Kevin said as we entered our house. “We have to leave in thirty minutes if we want to be on time.”

“I’ll be ready,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Sure,” he said sarcastically.

I gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “If you didn’t want to be late, you shouldn’t have scheduled my date so close.”

“The Jephesons are regulars,” Kevin said with a shrug. “And you’re the best at playing dominatrix. Remember the rule.”

I stuck my tongue out at him for mentioning the number one rule of retail.

“It’s your rule, babe,” he grinned then slapped my naked ass. “Go take your shower. I’ll lay your dress out.”

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Veronica Beckam

Marshal, my husband, parked our car in the temporary headquarters of the Church of the Living Gods, a repurposed Christian Megachurch in downtown Puyallup. It was a large, white building with many glass windows dotting around it. Other cars were arriving, their occupants walking into doors decorated with white and blue flowers. Above, a banner that read: “McKay-Tawfeek Wedding” decorated with red hearts.

Marshal and I knew Lucy and Fatima from the weekly support meetings. After the Buy Best Incident—those who experienced it like to call it the Buy Best Orgy—last year, many of us had a hard time adjusting to what happened to us. So a support group had formed. We had helped each other get through it. Now we were all like a family and were excited to celebrate Lucy and Fatima’s love tonight.

I waited for Marshal to walk around to my side of the car. At eight months pregnant, it was awkward for me to get out. He opened the door and held out his hand. I took it and waddled out of the car with his help.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said then playfully saluted him. “Sir” was my pet name for my husband since his name, Marshal, sounded like a military rank. When we first started dating, I jokingly called him “Sir.” That led to some interesting love making.

“My pleasure,” he said, saluting me back. A grin played on his lips. “That dress looks gorgeous on you.”

“Even when I’m as fat as a whale?” I asked.

“Well, you’re not that fat.” He gave me a considering look. “Well… maybe only as fat as a walrus.”

“Walrus?” I demanded with mock indignity.

“A beautiful, sexy walrus.” He grinned and threw his arms around me. He gave me a hot kiss as his hands slid down to cup my ass.

“All those adjectives do not make ‘walrus’ sound attractive,” I told him after the kiss. “Try better next time.”

“Elephant seal?”

He deserved the light kick I gave him on his shin for that one. I only wish it didn’t hurt my poor toe. “Sometimes I don’t know why I married you.”

“Because of my brilliant animal metaphors,” he declared with grand confidence. “You are absolutely gorgeous in that dress, Veronica.”

“Even if I’m—”

He cut me off with a finger to my lips. “Nope, not going down that road again.”

I was glad he liked the dress. Charcoal velvet cupped my rather large breasts, the wispy, soft gray skirt, gathered beneath my bosoms, fell loosely down the rather pronounced swell of my pregnancy and ended at my mid-thigh. A breeze whipped up, and I shivered at the air rushing coolly across my pussy.

Of course I was pantyless; I followed the Tenets of the Living Church.

Arm-in-arm, we strolled inside and entered the main auditorium. All the pews or chairs or whatever had been here before were removed, replaced with a large assortment of colorful cushions and floor pillows. Others had already started gathering, sitting on comfortable piles. The Living Church quickly learned the value of getting rid of the furniture when the worship orgy came around.

Marshal stretched out on a comfortable mound of pillows and cushions, half-reclining. I sat on his lap. I could feel his hard cock beneath his slacks; I couldn’t resist wiggling about, teasing his cock, my pregnant snatch growing wet and aching.

Ashley and her wife Kristi arrived a few minutes later. They were as different as night and day, Ashley a stunningly-gorgeous, absolutely-voluptuous blonde bombshell, while Kristi was a plain, mousy-looking woman with brown hair. They did seem to love each other, even if Ashley was cock-crazy slut who forced Kristi to clean her messy pussy after her various lovers were finished.

Kristi liked to call herself a lesbian cuckqueen, the woman addicted to cum found in her wife’s cunt.

The Buy Best Orgy affected everyone differently.

Bill and Erin entered next. The couple also enjoyed playing at cuckoldry. Erin once told me she really didn’t like fucking other men, but it made Bill happy, or at least excited, to know she loved his dick better than any others. So she took on all comers while her husband watched or listened.

“Where are they?” I heard Lucy mutter. The bride was striding back and forth at the entrance. I frowned as she peered out the church. “We’re about to start.”

“Who?” I asked the radiant beauty wearing a white robe to hide her bridal outfit.

“Kevin and Jessie,” she said, glancing at me. “They’re supposed to bless us.”

The Living Church had interesting wedding traditions. They all started when our God performed the first wedding, marrying a man named Earl to his eighteen-year-old daughter Marylou. Since He was such a lustful God, He fucked Marylou at the altar, blessing her union. Now every woman getting married had someone fuck her during the ceremony. If you couldn’t get one of our Gods, you asked someone important to you.

Just as Lucy looked on the verge of panic, Kevin and Jessie, accompanied by their stable of prostitutes, sauntered in. Kevin looked suave, the nerdy guy from a year ago transformed into a confident pimp with his best girl on his arm, the other hotties flowing around him. They were all so young and beautiful.

And skinny.

With Kevin and Jessie’s arrival, Lucy vanished and the wedding ceremony could begin. High Priestess Rose—she shared the duty with her twin sister, and wife, Daisy—stood at the front of the church. The musicians started playing an instrumental cover of I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry. Simultaneously, Lucy and Fatima stepped into the auditorium from two separate doors at the back.

I craned my neck to watch both; they were dressed identically, frilly, white babydoll nighties that fell to their hips. The fabric was as sheer as winter fog, revealing the curves of the their beautiful breasts. Of course, they wore no panties, only white garter belts holding up their thigh high stockings. They each clutched a bouquet of blue and white flowers held in their gloved hands.

My eyes instantly misted. I squirmed on my husband’s lap as I oohed with the other women.

“Damn,” Marshal groaned, his cock throbbing as the lesbian couple marched up the aisle, their breasts saying beneath their translucent nighties.

Dusky Fatima smiled with such joy as she passed us, tears running down her cheeks. Pale-faced Lucy beamed radiantly as they each took a step forward, paused, then another step. Halfway down, an older, Arab woman—whom I guessed was Fatima’s mother—reached out and squeezed her daughter’s hand. Lesbianism must run in the family because Fatima’s mother had a mature-looking Middle Eastern woman cuddled in her arms.

The brides reached the altar and set their bouquets on it. Standing side-by-side, they took the other’s hands. As they stared into each other’s eyes, it felt like they only saw each other, lost in their own private world.

I remembered my own wedding to Marshal, holding his hands as I stared at him through the gauze of my veil.

Rose launched into her wedding sermon. It was short, personal, all about love and commitment. “Always put your wife before your other lovers; she is the one who should be first in your heart,” Rose preached, her eyes glancing to her twin sister lounging in the front row. “Treasure her and let her know she is the most important person to you.”

I wondered if Marshal and I would ever take lovers. We hadn’t really discussed it but, for now, we were content with each other. Even during the worship orgies, we would only make love to each other. We just enjoyed being watched or watching those around us make love.

“The brides have asked their loving employers, Jessie and Kevin, to bless their union,” Rose intoned after her sermon.

Bubbly, blonde Jessie and her fiance-pimp stood up. The front of Jessie’s skirt bulged; a strap-on dildo briefly poking out bright pink through a slit in her skirt as she strutted passed us. A tremble ran through the audience, anticipating the fun that was about to burst through the auditorium.

I loved worshiping the Living Gods with my pussy.

As Kevin and Jessie approached the brides, I lifted up on Marshal’s lap. His hand moved beneath my rump. I shivered as I heard the metallic rasp of his zipper sliding down. More cloth shifted then his hard cock brushed the naked cheeks of my ass beneath my skirt. He adjusted it, bringing it to the hot folds of my married pussy.

I whimpered, so eager to feel my husband in me.

Around us, the other married couples were shifting about, preparing to love each other. As the new brides’ marriage was blessed, those of us already married would recommit to our spouses. We would bless each other with our passion, loving each other the way our Gods, Mark and Mary, loved us.

Physically.

The two brides bent over the altar, the hems of their nighties sliding up over their rumps, exposing their shaved pussies. My eyes flicked back and forth from the dusky delight of Fatima to the pale flesh of Lucy. Both were wet and dripping, the pink inner depths of their cunts peeking out of parted labia. They were both eager for it.

Kevin exposed his cock and Jessie fished out her pink dildo. The pimp and his whore lined up to fuck the happy couple. I wiggled, rubbing the hot labia of my pregnant snatch on my husband’s dick, trembling. My pussy was so hot. I was so ready for it.

“Bless the brides-to-be with your passion,” Rose said, trembling with obvious lust on the other side of the altar.

“Yes, please,” Lucy moaned.

Kevin’s cock thrust into Fatima’s cunt as Jessie rammed her pink dildo into Lucy’s snatch. A groan rippled through the watching audience as women impaled their pussies on their husband’s cocks or their wives dildos.

I moaned softly as I sank down onto my husband’s delicious shaft, his dick stimulating my horny, pregnant depths. My breasts jiggled in my bodice, my pregnant belly heaving before me as my back arched. My snatch squeezed down on my husband’s dick as I welcomed him into my depths.

“Sir!” I whimpered as his hands grabbed my swollen belly.

Erin knelt as her husband fucked her doggy style, pounding her from behind. Ashley and Kristi scissored their legs together, tribbing each other’s pussy with such passion. Around us, other couples shared their love.

It was so romantic.

“I love you, Marshal!” I moaned, rising up on his cock as I fucked him reverse cowgirl style.

His hands rubbed across my pregnant belly, holding me, feeling the life we created. “I love you so much,” he moaned, thrusting his dick up inside me. His hands slid higher, finding my heavy breasts. “Veronica!”

I closed my eyes, lost to the rapture of our lovemaking. My legs pistoned my pussy up and down his dick. Not fast, but slow. I took my time, enjoying it as Kevin and Jessie fucked the brides on the altar. My hips twisted and undulated, stirring my husband’s cock inside my shaft. He felt so good in me, pleasure rippling out of my snatch.

As my orgasm built in me, my rode him faster and faster. My snatch clenched about his cock, drinking in the friction of his shaft. I shuddered as his dick rubbed against the sensitive flesh of my cunt. Pleasure sparked inside of me as he groped my heavy breasts, trying to ignite the tinder of my passion and create an inferno inside me.

My nipples throbbed as he pulled down my bodice. My pregnant-ripened tits spilled into his strong hands. He kneaded them as I rode his cock. I groaned as he rolled my engorged nubs. Pleasure shot down to my snatch.

“Oh, Gods,” I moaned, adding my passionate cries of worship and love to the chorus of ecstasy echoing through the auditorium. “I love your cock!”

“Fuck, fuck!” he moaned, his hand squeezing my tit painfully hard. I could feel him fighting off the urge to cum. Marshal was ever the considerate lover, making sure I had my pleasure before taking his.

Erin moaned nearby, her tits swaying as her husband pounded her hard from behind. The tribbing lesbians gasped and moaned, Ashley’s back arching, her tits heaving. At the front, Kevin gripped Fatima’s hips, plowing into the Arab bride’s cunt hard. Jessie’s skirt rustled as she plowed into Lucy’s juicy snatch.

“Bless my union!” moaned Fatima, her back arching. She stared at her bride. “Please, please, make us cum! Celebrate our love!”

“Yes!” Lucy gasped, bucking back into Jessie’s hard thrusts. Then she kissed her bride.

My pussy clenched at the love on display between Lucy and Fatima as they prepared to unite their lives. It was so beautiful. I bounced faster on my husband’s cock, my nipples throbbing as he twisted them hard.

“Oh, Sir, I love you so much,” I moaned, running my fingers through my bleached-blonde hair streaked with red highlights.

“Veronica!” he grunted, his dick so hard inside of my pussy, stimulating me as I slammed down him again and again, impaling my snatch on that amazing cock. “Fuck, yes!”

The tinder inside me was about to ignite into an inferno from the heat with of our passion. I just needed a few more strikes to send me over the edge into rapture. I rose on his shaft, that delicious friction of his hard, thick cock rubbing against my cunt sent sparks spilling through my inner depths.

I trembled and slammed down all the way onto his shaft as the fire of my orgasm ignited. My pussy writhed about his dick as rapture burned through every nerve in my body. My back arched into my husband’s chest as wave after wave of rapture surged through me.

“Yes, yes! I love you Marshal! Oh, Gods! Oh, fucking Gods!” I screamed. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Gods, Veronica!” grunted my husband as my snatch writhed about his dick.

I writhed on his dick as the pleasure flowed through me. I didn’t ride him, but my snatch convulsed around his cock. He squeezed my breasts hard, his mouth nibbling on my neck. He sucked hard on my flesh as the ecstasy spilled through my body.

Then, with a guttural grunt, my husband spilled his seed in me. I gasped at the hot rush of his spunk flooding into my pregnant snatch. He held me tight as his orgasm sent me shooting to new heights of bliss. I floated for a moment on ecstasy before I sank down into buzzing euphoria.

We blessed each other with our juices and love.

Breathing heavily, I leaned back into him, his arms still wrapped around me, kissing my neck. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my belly. Together, we felt the miracle inside me, the child we created, kicking his little feet excitedly.

In the background, the brides came, announcing their rapture with gasping moans.

* * *

Bill Connar

It was a beautiful ceremony.

I loved the sight of Kevin’s cum running white down Fatima’s dusky thighs as the two brides held hands and repeated their vows in unison. Both were flushed face from their blessing, their orgasms powerful. I buzzed from my own bliss, my jizz leaking out of my wife Erin’s snatch

“I pledge to love you, cherish you, support you, through the good times and the bad. To be a caring wife, a patient wife, your wife, from now until the end of time,” the pair spoke together, lost in each other’s eyes.

Rose beamed as the pair exchanged rings. Then the High Priestess said in gushing tones, “In the name of our Living Gods, I know pronounced you married. You may kiss each other.”

With enthusiastic glee, Lucy seized her Arab bride and kissed her with passion. My dick ached and throbbed at the sight of their bodies melting together in their white nighties. Their hands grabbed each other’s naked asses, groping those perky rumps.

“Damn, that is beautiful,” I groaned beneath my breath, my pussy-soaked dick getting hard as I watched the lesbian brides love each other.

“Mmm, it is,” Erin said. She lowered her head to my crotch. “Enjoy their celebration.”

As Fatima and Lucy sank to the pillows before the altar to make love for the first time as a married couple, my wife engulfed the tip of my cock in her hungry mouth. She sucked her pussy juices clean off my shaft, making my dick ache and throb. The two brides shifted around and scissored their legs together.

Fatima’s messy pussy smeared Kevin’s jizz into her bride’s hot snatch. They both moaned as they humped together, their breasts heaving beneath the sheer fabric of their babydoll nighties. Their hips undulated as they tribbed each other with such passion.

My eyes were so wide as my wife sucked my dick hard. I may have cum just a few minutes before, fucking my wife doggy style during the blessing, but the sight of the two totally-in-love brides grinding their cunts together made my balls swell.

I didn’t lost long.

“Fuck!” I groaned and spilled my jizz into my wife’s hungry mouth.

Erin gulped down my cum as the pleasure surged through me. A dizzy wave of euphoria swept through me was the two brides gasped and moaned. Like me, they were keyed up by the magic of this moment, both gasping out their orgasmic pleasure for the entire congregation to hear.

Cheers erupted as I spurted the last blast of spunk into my wife’s mouth. Bliss buzzed through me as my orgasm peaked. I was clapping with everyone else, sucking in deep breath. My wife popped her mouth off my dick and rose, a big smile on her lips stained with my pearly seed.

God, I loved her.

The brides held their reception in the former Megachurch’s fellowship hall, a spacious place adorned with small, round tables. Blue and white candles flickering at the center of each. Along one wall were buffet tables loaded with trays of food. Next to it was an open bar.

After a few glasses of champagne, I felt pretty buzzed. My dick was hard again when I realized my wife had disappeared. She wasn’t beside me any longer. I frowned, sweeping my gaze through the room. Knowing her, she was hunting for some guy to fuck her.

My dick throbbed when I saw her flirting with a nerdy young man. I think his name was Patrick, a local college student. She looked so whorish, her arm wrapped around him, almost thrusting her tits into the young man’s face as she laughed at his joke.

I groaned when I noticed his hand boldly slid up my wife’s thigh and bury between her legs, working a finger into her cheating cunt. Jealous stirred inside my stomach as my wife cuckolded me with the younger guy. Lust thickened my cock while piss filled my bladder.

I adjusted my cock in my pants. My erection was so painful. I groaned, knowing I had to urinate before I could do anything about the other issue. I wrenched my gaze from the sight of the nineteen-year-old kid fingering my wife’s whorish cunt.

I couldn’t shed the image of my wife draped over that boy as I headed to the restroom. I pictured her letting his disgusting hand finger her to an orgasm. I reached the urinal and fished out my cock. I groaned as I stood there, too hard to piss. I gritted my teeth, struggling to force the sight of Erin out of my mind long enough to urinate.

It was a struggle. She burned in my mind, moaning like a wanton whore as Patrick drove her cheating cunt to an orgasm with his fingers. I beat it down and groaned as my cock relaxed just enough. I unleashed my torrent, groaning as I relieved myself.

I leaned against the tile over the urinal, panting as—

The restroom door exploded open. A women giggled so whorish and wanton. Then she moaned, “I want your cock in me so bad!”

It was my wife.

I didn’t turn to look as her and Patrick stumbled behind me. I listened to the sloppy sounds of their kissing, the way my wife moaned in delight. They bumped into stalls, rattling the doors. One banged open then slammed closed. My ears pricked as I heard the sound of clothes rustling.

Then I heard the wet plunge of cock into cunt, the slap of flesh, and a low, throaty groan from my wife.

Patrick was in my wife. He was fucking her whore-cunt with his dick, plowing into her cheating snatch. I groaned, my dick so hard in my hand. Humiliation surged through me as she gasped over and over again, taking his shaft.

“Gods, I love your cock, Patrick!” she moaned. “Fuck me stud! I need a good fucking!”

“Mrs. Connar!” the boy moaned, their flesh slapping rapidly.

My cock was rock hard now as I stood rooted to the spot, staring at the urinal. I strained to hear every last moan and slap of flesh. My stomach felt sick, sweat broke out across my skin. No matter how many times I heard Erin with another man, the lust and jealously always warred inside me.

I gave my cock a nice stroke, wondering if she was bent over the toilet while the young stud fuck her from behind. Or maybe he sat on the toilet and Erin road him like a bucking bronco, rubbing her large tits in his face.

My balls tightened as I fluctuated between the two fantasies, listening to their passion. My balls grew so tight, feeding the humiliated lust flowing through me. Pleasure raced down my cock. Even after a year of this, I still felt the shame.

It only heightened the pleasure.

“I love your cunt, Mrs. Connar!” moaned the young man fucking my wife. “So juicy, so hot! So tight!”

“That’s because you’re filling me up so much, stud!” Erin purred. “Your cock’s so big.”

My dick throbbed in my stroking hand.

I fisted myself slowly, savoring the sounds. I squeezed my eyes shut, seeing my wife writhing with her lover, her tits heaving as he groped them, his cock spearing over and over into her cunt, her labia stretched around his thick shaft.

Her quivering moans and shuddering gasps echoed around me. He grunted louder. The slap of their flesh together increased. He fucked her harder and faster. My heart raced as I listened to their passion, shame-filled heat flooding through me.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum, stud!” she shrieked, her voice ringing through the bathroom.

“Yes, yes! Cum on my cock! I love making a woman explode!”

Erin laughed. “Not a girl?”

“I love an experienced, mature woman,” he answered.

Erin loved it. I heard her gasp in delight, their bodies heaving together. The stall wall rattled. My wife gasped. I heard them kissing now. I groaned, stroking my dick faster, picturing their bodies welded together, my wife loving her young stud.

My wife’s moans grew higher pitched, short pants and moans as her climax approached. My balls grew so tight as I heard those sounds. I’d listened to her fuck so many men over the last year. I knew all the noises she made as she writhed on her lovers’ cocks.

“Oh, Patrick! Oh, yes! Feel that?”

“Oh, fuck!” the guy groaned.

“That’s right! That’s my pussy cumming on your big dick!” My wife screamed out in delight. “I’m cumming so hard! Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

“You’re so tight!” Patrick moaned. “I’m going to erupt in you.”

I tensed now, slowing my strokes as I listened to my wife’s orgasm. I waited for the signal. Sometimes Erin liked to get off but not let the guy cum in her. I would burst in, threatening to kick the guy’s ass if that was the case. She did it to guys who were assholes. But today, she just kept moaning, urging him to fuck her harder.

“Cum in me!” she begged. “Please, please, give me that jizz.”

“Gods, yes!” Patrick grunted. “I love cumming in a woman’s cunt! I’ll give you so much jizz!”

“Wonderful! Flood my cunt! Pump every last drop into you!”

The boy grunted and the slap of flesh stopped as he spilled inside my wife’s cunt. I shuddered, my dick twitching in my grip. I could almost see his dick spurting his seed into my wife’s pussy, filling her cheating depths. My stomach twisted at how much it turned me on to listen to this.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” my wife squealed in orgasmic rapture, cumming one last time on his dick.

“Oh, Mrs. Connar, that was a great fuck,” panted her lover a moment later. “Gods, you drained me dry.”

“It was wonderful,” she sighed.

“Why don’t we get out of here? We’ll go to my place, and I’ll fuck you all night long. I’ll worship you.”

“And what about my husband?”

“Fuck him,” Patrick said. “There are plenty of women here he can entertain himself with.

I tensed. Would this be the time that Erin chose another man over me? Would she leave me to go enjoy him all night?

Erin purred, “Let me freshen up. Why don’t you go wait in your car for me?”

“Yes!” he exclaimed. I heard him hastily zip up his pants, then he burst out of the stall and ran out of the bathroom.

I trembled, standing before the urinal, wondering if Erin would actually follow. Would she want to enjoy the young guy and his—”

“Mmm, Bill, get in here and fuck me properly!” My wife moaned. “I need a man after that boy!”

Relief exploded through me. She loved teasing me. She knew I was here, that I would hear that whole exchange. I grinned as a surge of triumph then swelled through me. Once again, my wife needed me after fucking another guy.

I found her sitting on the toilet, her red skirt pushed up over her waist, her legs spread obscenely. Milky cum ran thick out of her shaved pussy. Her bleach-blonde hair matted her flushed face. Her hazel eyes fixed on my hard cock thrusting before me.

“I need a real man’s dick inside me,” she purred. “I hardly felt that boy’s little twig in me. But yours… Ooh, fuck me! Make me cum over and over, stud!”

I grinned at her as I advanced, feeling like a million bucks now. I advanced on her and seized her blonde hair. She gasped as I hauled her to her feet. I spun her around, pinning her back against the stall wall. I rubbed my dick against her flat stomach, smearing my precum on her ass as I moved lower and lower, past her shaved pubic mound, until I found her sloppy cunt.

“You want my cock fucking that whore-cunt?” I asked, rubbing up and down on her.

“So badly!” she whimpered. “It’s the best cock, Bill. Your cock. Please, please, give it to me.”

I couldn’t hold back. I grunted and slammed into her pussy. Her juicy depths engulfed my dick. I groaned as I sank into her, loving the feel of her about me. It was incredible. I squeezed my eyes shut as I savored being inside my wife.

She whimpered and groaned. Her cunt clenched down so hard on my dick. She shuddered against the wall, wiggling her hips. Her silky pussy stirred around my cock, stimulating the tip. Pleasure rushed down my dick.

“Is this what you wanted?” I growled in her ear as I pressed against her, her tits rubbing into my chest.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, Bill, I love your cock! It’s sooooooo much better than that little boy’s prick. I didn’t even cum. I had to fake it! I need to cum now. Soooo badly. Please, please, make me cum, Bill.”

“Yes!” I growled and drew my cock back through her silky embrace.

It felt so incredible pumping away at her snatch. I fucked her hard while kissing at her neck. My dick was driving out Patrick’s cum with every thrust. I was cleansing her pussy, making it all mine once again.

I mastered her cunt. She shuddered and moaned. Her mouth kissed hot on my ear. She nibbled on it as I plowed into her. She hugged me, her fingers raking my back as I pounded her cunt. She felt wonderful, hot and juicy and oh, so tight on my cock.

The stall wall groaned in protest as I pounded her. It flexed behind her as I drove my cock over and over into her. She shuddered against me, her snatch squeezing down on my dick, increasing that silky friction of her cunt. It felt so wonderful. She made me shudder against her.

I would dump so much spunk into her.

“Oh, Bill!” she moaned. “Oh, Bill, your cock’s driving me nuts! My favorite cock! I’m going to cum!”

“Yes!” I growled. “Prove to me my cock is the best.”

“Yes!” she hissed, her snatch clenching down on my dick. “Just keep thrusting it into me. Keep stirring me up. Oh, god, I came so close to cumming with that little boy. Just knowing you were out there, hearing it…”

“Naughty wife!” I grunted, fucking into her cunt.

“So naughty!” she gasped and came.

There was no faking the spasming of her pussy about my cock. Her cunt writhed in bliss as her orgasm shuddered through her. I groaned as the silky massage engulfing my dick. I thrust into her hard. I pressed my forehead against hers, our noses touching, watching the bliss dance in her hazel eyes.

She bucked against me. Her fingernails clawed at my dress shirt. Her pussy gripped me so hard as her orgasms kept rippling through her. My dick made her cum over and over. I groaned, the silky embrace of her convulsing snatch bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

“I love you, Bill!” she shrieked, her head tossing back over and over. “Love you, love you so much!”

I stared into her hazel eyes, shining with love. “I love you, too.”

Erin’s head tossed from side to side against the painted metal of the stall, her blonde tresses whipping silkily across my face. Her pleasure raged through her again and again. I gave her such bliss. Not that little pissant.

Me!

My balls were tightening as they smacked into her flesh. I fucked her harder. Every nerve in my body tensed, ready for the explosion of rapture about to come. Her pussy sucked at my dick, wanting my cum to flood her depths now.

“Cum in me, Bill!” she moaned, begging with more sincerity than she had with Patrick, her pussy rippling about my cock, so hungry.

“Yes, yes!” I groaned.

I rammed into her depths. My eyes squeezed shut. My balls boiled over. Cum erupted from my dick and spilled into her snatch. Pleasure pumped through me. Euphoric ecstasy slammed into my mind as I unloaded into her.

I washed her pussy clean of Patrick’s jizz.

I clung to that idea as the pleasure burned through my body. I pressed against my wife as her pussy milked out the last drops of my cum. She clung to me, holding me to her. I buried my face into her blonde hair, breathing in the scent of her apricot shampoo mixed with her flowery perfume.

“Mmm, that was a nice fuck,” she groaned. “Oh, Bill, yes.”

“Why don’t we get out of here?” I said. “We’ll go to my place, and I can fuck you all night long.”

Erin grinned at me, her eyes twinkling.

As we drove out of the parking lot we passed Patrick sitting in a beat-up old Honda Subaru, hands nervously tapping on the steering wheel, eagerly awaiting my wife. Too bad for him, she found a better cock to play with tonight.

* * *

Kristy Shelley

I sat on my couch waiting for Ashley to come home so I could clean her up.

The wedding was lovely, the reception fun, but I wasn’t a party girl, so I left early. Ashley stayed behind. She may be the only lesbian in the world who loves cock more than pussy. Her desires were an… aberration caused by our God, Mark Glassner, during the Orgy last year. She could only go a few days before she just had to be fucked by some stud, reliving being fucked by His divine dick.

I glanced at the clock; it was past ten. I had spent the last four hours eagerly waiting for my wife to come home while she was out cuckolding me. And like a good cuckqueen, I would be ready to clean up all the evidence of her adultery out of her pussy with my tongue.

I may be the only lesbian who really likes the taste of a man’s cum.

The thought of actually touching a guy’s cock turned me off, even revolted me. But drinking his salty cum out of my wife’s beautiful pussy, well, that was another matter entirely. I absolutely loved to dig my tongue through Ashley’s nether lips, feeling the silk of her shaved vulva stroke my cheeks as I quested for every drop of white spunk I could find in the depths of her sweet pussy.

Gods, my cunt was on fire.

I shifted my thighs, trying to ease some of the pressure on my clit. My hands crept down my thigh, wanting to put out the flames.

No!

I needed to wait for Ashley. I took a deep breath. It was so hard resisting, but I would be a good cuckqueen. I would deny my pleasure while my wife was out whoring herself with every cock she could find, making such a sloppy creampie for me to enjoy and—

An engine growled outside. Tires up the cement of our driveway. A car door opened and slammed shut. Keys jingled as footsteps approached the front door. My pussy clenched as exhilaration rippled through me.

Ashley was home.

I fell to my knees before the front door as my beautiful goddess of a wife entered. Her red party dress hung askew on her lush frame. Her fight breast, hanging heavy, spilled out of her bodice. Two, dark hickeys bruised the side of her pale mound. She licked her lips—lipstick smeared—and smiled down at me. Her tousled, platinum-blonde tresses framed her Valkyrian face.

“I have something for you, Kristi,” she grinned, her fingers toying with the hem of her skirt, teasing me with the promise of her messy cunt.

“Yes,” I whimpered, my mouth suddenly so dry.

“Mmm, I see that you’re so excited for it,” she purred as she hiked her skirt up just an inch, exposing more creamy thigh.

I moaned at the sight of a rivulet of pearly cum working down her thigh. I licked my lips, so hungry for it.

“You’re just eager for it, aren’t you?” she asked as she closed the door and leaned back against it.

I was, but instead of saying that, I moaned, “How was your night, dear?”

Ashley gave a giggle. “I met two hunky soldiers on leave from the Line.” Her grin grew more wicked. “Keeping Lilith’s abominations penned up in Seattle made them quite lusty.”

“Where did you find the soldiers?” I asked her. “There weren’t any at the reception.“

“I found a bar.” Her skirt hiked up slowly, my eyes fixed at the shadows between her leg, eager to see her shaved pussy messy with a soldier’s cum. “One was tall, Black. The muscles of his arm were thicker than my thigh. He enjoyed sucking on my tits.” She touched the hickeys with her left hand, finger indenting her pillowy flesh. “See how much he loved them?”

“Yes, dear,” I said as she drew her skirt up more.

“Mmm, and he fucked me so hard.” She shuddered. “Want to see?”

“I do. So badly.”

She drew up her skirt the last few inches and unveiled her pussy. I groaned at the sight of her flushed and swollen vulva. Her labia was still spread open from the girth of her lover’s cock. His cum dribbled out of her, smearing her thighs and working closer and closer to me.

Like a drug addict, I buried my face in her cunt. I couldn’t resist. I devoured the adulterous mix of jizz and pussy juices. My tongue fluttered out, licking up that salty treat mixed with her sweet cream. The two flavors melted on my tongue. I shuddered as I savored the taste, my eyes squeezed shut as I worshiped my wife.

I reveled in being a lesbian cuckqueen.

I drank down every last drop of jizz I could. My tongue plundered her pussy. The mix of sexual fluids was ambrosia straight from my Norse beauty’s vessel. The treat poured into my mouth as my tongue fluttered through her folds, searching every little crevice for more.

“He took me right there in the bar,” Ashley purred, grinding her pussy on my face.

I shoved my hands beneath my skirt and furiously frigged my clit, seeking the orgasms I denied myself. I rubbed myself hard, my juices coating my fingers as I feasted on her snatch. My ears were pricked, eager to hear every word of her story about the soldier fucking her. I closed my eyes, picturing it.

“He hauled me to his table and pulled out his dick. His cock was huge, black… throbbing.” A shudder passed through her body. “And Gods he was big. ‘Come sit on papa-bear’s dick,’ he ordered me. ‘Gonna make you scream, White-girl!’

“Oh, Kristi, I screamed like a police siren!”

My fingers circled my clit, pleasure surging through me as pictured an obscenely huge, ebony cock spearing into my wife’s pussy. The shaft spread her so wide open her pussy still gaped right now. I groaned into her snatch as my body spasmed in pleasure.

I came.

Rapture flowed through me. Just imagining her bouncing on that ebony shaft had me cumming. I drank more and more of the Black man’s cum from her snatch as she shuddered above me, her one exposed breasts shaking.

“Mmm, Kristi, his cock was amazing.” A look of ecstatic fervor spread across her face. “He was so big it hurt. It was this wonderful, delicious ache that reminded me I was a woman.”

I trembled, the ecstasy flowing out of me. My clit throbbed against my fingers. My cunt spasmed, juices gushing out to bathe my hand. My tongue thrust so deep into her juicy depths, wiggling around as I feasted on her.

“He grabbed my waist with his strong, dark hands and just started pumping me up and down on his cock. The muscles bulged in his forearms as he used me.” Her fingers gripped my hair, pulling my face tight against her cunt as she humped faster and faster against me, her own pleasure building. “I was his fuck-toy. Just like you’re mine! He used me, not caring if I came. He just wanted to spill his cum in my hole!”

I shoved two fingers into my spasming cunt and ground the heel of my palm into my clit. One climax wasn’t enough. I needed more. I frigged myself so hard, plunging my fingers into my juicy snatch, sending fresh waves of ecstasy washing through me.

I could see Ashley bouncing on his dick, her huge breasts heaving as the Black soldier pumped her up and down on his cock. She was a human-sized fuck toy, like one of those Fleshlights—a pussy in a cup. My wife was just a thing to him.

“Oh, Kristi, I came so hard,” she moaned. “I spasmed wildly about his dick. He kept my cumming by just pumping me up and down that girth. ‘Got a nice cunt, for a White-chick,’ he growled. ‘All you white-chicks are crazy for papa-bear’s dick. None of them peckerhead White-boys can rival my trouser snake!’

“’No, they can’t!’ I moaned back. ‘I love your big, Black cock!’ Oooh, Kristi, I came a second time.”

So did I.

I screamed my rapture into my wife’s pussy as my climax exploded in my snatch. I almost fell backwards from strength of the orgasm rocking my body. My pussy spasmed so hard about my fingers as I feasted on my wife’s cunt. My left arm held onto her waist, clinging to her while rapture melted my cuckqueen mind.

“Mmm, Kristi, lick out all that Black man’s cum!” she gasped, shuddering above me. “He flooded my pussy like a fire hose when he shot his load!”

Ashley’s hips ground her pussy hard against my face. Her body quivered and fresh pussy juices flooded my mouth. She threw back her head as I plunged my tongue into her pussy. I felt her spasm. Felt her cum, joining me in rapture.

“Oh, my Gods, you have a great tongue, Kristi!” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes, stir me up! Give me more pleasure!”

I frigged my pussy hard as I licked her cunt through her orgasm. I brushed her clit and stroked her thick labia. I drank down her sweet cream flooding out of her, savoring the lingering traces of the Black man’s cum. That salty flavor added such a delight to her juices.

My eyes squeezed shut as we both gasped and moaned. I licked us as my orgasm peaked. My wife trembled above me. Her face twisted with rapture. And then she let out a breathy sigh, shivering as her pleasure died down with mine.

Breathing heavily, I pulled my face out of her cunt. I could feel her sticky juices on my chin, my cheeks, running wetly down my neck and staining my blouse. “Thank you,” I answered. “Oh, thank you, Ashley.”

“I love you, Kristi,” Ashley smiled, stroking my head. “How’d I ever get so lucky to have you for a wife? For a cuckqueen?”

I couldn’t think of anything clever or witty to answer her question, so I just leaned against her thigh, enjoying the feel of silky skin on my cheek. “I love you, Ashley.”

Ashley gave a wicked giggle. “Do you want to hear about the second soldier?”

I looked up, nodding eagerly.

“Then come join me in the bedroom.” She walked past me, my eyes glued to her ass writhing beneath her red skirt as she disappeared down the hallway that led to our bedroom.

When I entered our bedroom, her dress lay in a messy pile on the floor. She lay stretched out on our bed, a pillow beneath her stomach, raising her bubbly butt up into the air, a mountain of pale, smooth flesh as majestic as Mount Rainier.

“The second soldier was White,” Ashley purred. “He was tall with dreamy eyes. His hair was shaved off, save for a mohawk buzzed very short. A rangers buzz, he called it. His cock wasn’t anyway near as large as the Black soldier’s.” She grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. Her brown asshole appeared, winking at me and leaking milky fluid. “But that was okay, he was more than big enough for my tight ass.”

I licked my lips, staring at my drug—a man’s cum leaking out of my wife’s holes. I pounced on her, burying my face between her pillowy butt-cheeks and licked the sour-salty cum leaking out of her sphincter.

“I love you so much,” Ashley sighed and launched into her story while I happily licked her clean and frigged my clit.

Joy fluttered inside me to be her lesbian cuckqueen.

* * *

Fatima Tawfeek-McKay

“I’m so happy for you,” my mother told me in Arabic as she escorted my new wife and I to our awaiting limo.

“Thank you, Mother,” I told her then hugged and kissed her on the cheek.

After I broke it, Mother and Lucy embraced warmly. “You take care of my little girl,” Mother warned her. “She’s a precious thing.

“I will, Mother,” Lucy answered respectfully, holding my mother tight.

A smile creased Mother’s lips. Then she kissed my wife on both cheeks. “Have fun on your honeymoon, my daughters.”

Mother was a changed person since Father died last December, succumbing to the Wormwood Plague. She was suddenly free from all of the expectations her family, her husband, and Muslim society placed on her. When she was a teenager, she’d fallen in love with Tarah. But neither girl had the courage to follow their hearts while living in the West Bank. So Mother submitted to her arranged marriage with Father and tried to find happiness with her children.

After Father died, she sought out Tarah, and, with my help, discovered her living outside Detroit. Tarah was a widower, her husband was killed in an Israeli airstrike years before. She then immigrated to the U.S. as a refugee. The pair had a tearful reunion in March, picking up their relationship from where they left it. It was so romantic to see them finally have the courage to overcome our culture’s prejudices.

I rubbed the faint scars on my wrist; I knew just how hard it was to face those prejudices. I lacked the courage and took the easy way out. At the time, I didn’t care how my suicide attempt would make Lucy feel. I was been selfish, self-centered.

It was your loved ones who pay when you kill yourself.

“Why do you look so sad?” my bride asked me as the limo pulled away from the church.

“I’m not, just thinking of past mistakes,” I told her and smiled, pushing down those maudlin emotions.

She snuggled against me on the back seat of the limo, her breasts jiggling through her transparent nightie. “Tonight’s a happy night,” she told me. She kissed me, her lips so sweet. “So let’s make some happy memories.”

“Six times tonight wasn’t enough for you?” I asked her, my pussy still aching from the frantic pussy licking she gave me in the bathroom ten minutes ago. “You had me in every spot in the church.”

She grinned. “I can never have enough of my wife.”

I melted to her as she kissed me again. My hands roamed her body, caressing her as our tongues dueled. I could taste my pussy faintly on her mouth. The flavor excited me, sending trembles down to my aching snatch.

I could go for a seventh and eighth and ninth time. I could love her all night.

There was a naughty glint in her eyes when she broke our kiss, her hands gripping my naked ass. She whispered, “The screen’s down. Why don’t we give the driver a show?”

A wicked laugh burst out of my throat. “You’re so bad, Lucy!”

“Aren’t I?” she grinned and slid a hand beneath my sheer babydoll. She found my large breasts and gave my nipple a playful pinch; It felt wonderful. Pleasure coursed from my little nub down to my dripping pussy.

She pushed the nightgown up, exposing my heavy orbs. Her lips and tongue feasting on my nipples. She went back and forth, teasing each hard nub while I writhed on the cool leather of the limo’s seat.

Her hands kneaded me as she sucked and nibbled. She teased my nipples, never sucking on one longer than a few heartbeats. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my thighs rubbing together as she loved my nipples. She worshiped them, teasing them.

It felt so incredible. Pleasure shivered through me. My thighs whisked together as she nipped my right nipple. Then a moment later, she was sucking on my left, engulfing my throbbing nub in her hungry mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and loved me.

“Oh, Lucy,” I moaned. “Gods, I love you! I love you so much!”

“Good,” she said. She looked up at me and beamed. Then she rose from my tits and opened a small compartment built into the side of a limo. I figured it must hold snacks. “Ooh, they did leave the toy in here.”

“Toy?” I asked her, curiosity sparking in me.

She pulled out a double-headed dildo made of translucent purple rubber. It flopped back and forth as she thrust it up into the air, triumph flashing across her face. She gave me such a naughty look and moaned, “Let’s fuck each other!”

“You wicked, wonderful wife!” I groaned, my pussy clenching.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” she declared.

“You should.”

She laid down on the seat and I moved back. We entwined our legs together, her silky flesh caressing mine. Ripples of delight surged down my flesh as I scooted closer like we were about to scissor and trib our pussies together.

I loved doing that. It was so hot feeling her pussy rub on mine.

But we didn’t bring our snatches together. I paused with a good foot between us, my pussy dripping with juices. She grinned at me and then the sucked on one end of the double-headed dildo. She swirled her tongue around it, loving it like a real cock and getting it nice and wet.

“Ooh, you are teasing me,” I moaned as she fellated the toy. “I want that in me. I’m more than wet enough.”

She popped the dildo out of her mouth and purred, “Mmm, I just like watching you squirm. You’re so beautiful, Fatima.”

Heat warmed my cheeks. I couldn’t help smiling at her. I was so happy she broke through my uptight upbringing. I was so glad our Living God triggered the Buy Best Orgy and brought us together in the first place. He was such an amazing deity.

I trembled as Lucy brought the glistening end of the dildo to my pussy. I shivered as she pressed it against my hot flesh. I groaned as it sank into me. My head lolled back as the thick, rubbery shaft invaded my pussy. Then my eyes widened.

It wasn’t a smooth shaft like I thought.

“Oh, Lucy!” I groaned, enjoying the small ridges rubbing along the inside of my sheath. Such delicious stimulation rippled through me, a trembling bliss that had my eyes fluttering. “Ooh, what a naughty toy you chose.”

“I wanted tonight to be special.”

“It is!” I groaned, my pussy stuffed-full of the dildo. “It’s our wedding night.”

“Fatima!” she gushed, such joy crossing her face. “I love you so much!”

Then she shoved the other end of the dildo into her shaved pussy. I shivered as her small slit spread obscenely wide around it. She kept pushing it in, driving the dildo deeper into her snatch until a few inches remained between us.

Grinning, we pressed toward each other. My breasts heaved as I shivered in rapture. Our hungry cunts swallowed more and more rubber until only a few inches separated our holes. I felt the kiss of her pussy lips on mine, her hot flesh caressing me as we both trembled in aching need.

Then we fucked each other.

We thrust our hips back and forth, gasping and moaning as the ribbed dildo caressed us. My pussy rejoiced at the friction of the toy moving around inside of me. Sometimes the dildo drove in and out of my cunt, other times it remained buried inside me and pumped in and out of Lucy’s pussy.

Her cute, round breasts jiggled beneath the sheer white of her babydoll. Her face twisted with pleasure as we pumped our hips. Our clits brushed together when we swallowed every inch of the double-headed toy, sending sparks shivering through my snatch.

“Oh, yes!” Lucy moaned. “Fuck me, Fatima! Make me cum!”

I humped harder, using my arms and legs to drive that dildo deep inside her, inside me. The ecstasy was wonderful, the ridges of the toy driving me wild. I leaned back on my elbows. I worked my hips so hard, stirring pleasure through me.

“I’m so full!” I panted. “So Gods damn full!”

I felt the drive watching us through his rearview mirror. That just made this hotter. While I liked girls, a year working as a prostitute showed me the joys in teasing a man. I loved playing with Lucy before them, getting the clients hot and bothered before we satisfied them.

But tonight, the guy only got to watch. The ultimate lesbian tease. I shuddered, sliding all the way down the rubbery shaft to grind my pussy against Lucy’s for just a wonderful moment. My labia drank in her silky folds, shooting bliss through me.

“Oh, Fatima! Oh, my Fatima!” she howled, her face twisting as she undulated her hips, stirring the toy inside my pussy.

It was incredible. The ribbed ridges teased my silky walls. The pleasure swelled faster and faster in me. It made me squeeze my eyes shut. I whimpered and groaned, clenching my snatch down on the dildo, gasping as the bliss flowed through my body, building in my depths.

I stared at her, drinking in the love in her eyes. I could just hump against her and get lost to her gaze. She was my wife. We were united. It was so wonderful. I gasped, the heat blossoming even faster inside of me.

“I’m gonna cum!” I groaned. “Lucy!”

“Yes, yes, let’s cum together!”

She thrust hard at me, jamming the dildo against my cervix. I gasped, our pussies coming together. Our clits kissed and caressed, pleasure sparking through our bodies. My breasts heaved as my toes curled.

We came. Together.

I gasped out her name as the toy’s ridges sent my body into orgasmic shivers. My pussy convulsed around the shaft as my juices flooded out hot. Lucy moaned with me, her cream bathing my snatch, mixing with my passion. It felt so wonderfully sticky between us as the rapture flowed through my body and inundated my mind.

I savored this feeling, enjoying that my sweet Lucy made me feel so wonderful, so alive. So loved. Our eyes met, her blue eyes staring into my dark, and we watched each other cum, sharing our passion and lust.

We both panted, leaving the dildo buried in our cunts, connecting us together. I couldn’t move. The orgasm was so powerful, so amazing, it left me almost dazed. I just stared at her as my body trembled through my bliss.

I was so glad I found the courage a year ago to be with Lucy, to reject being a good Muslim girl and do what makes me happy.

A tear run hot down my cheek. “Thank you,” I told her. “Thank you for helping me find happiness.”

“Always,” she breathed.

* * *

Kevin Mattock

Nineteen-year-old Yun pumped her hips hard as she rode my cock. I lay on a pile of cushions in the reception hall. The wedding was winding down, and I was pretty sure Jessie and I would be leaving after we finished up with the Rhee sisters. Jessie lay gasping next to me as Iseul, Yun’s twenty-year-old sister, ate out her pussy.

“I love your cock, Kevin!” Yun moaned as she rode me.

I reached up, fingered her budding breast and dark nipple pierced with a golden ring. The gold stood out against her dark nipple. I couldn’t resist giving it a tug; her cunt tightened on my cock. She grinned and leaned forward, shifting the way my cock rubbed through her young pussy.

Rose Cunningham plopped down beside me, naked, her blue eyes twinkling with mirth. I knew it was Rose and not Daisy because of the braid of gold hair looped casually over her shoulder to dangle between her round breasts.

“Can we talk?” she asked.

“Right,” I nodded, remembering our conversation from earlier today. “About what?”

Rose reached over, fingered Yun’s pierced nipple. Apparently I wasn’t the only person who couldn’t resist tugging on them. “The Church is expanding. Our Gods have plans for this world, and the Theocracy needs trustworthy people. You and Jessie have always been fervent supporters of the Church. Plus, you are the perfect candidates to spearhead a project.”

“Okay, what do you need?” I asked.

“Back in the old times, temples used to employ beautiful, young priestesses as prostitutes,” she answered. “You’d pay to lie with her and then worship your god as you experienced the joy of her flesh.”

“And you want to add temple prostitutes to the Living Church?” I remembered reading about the priestesses of Aphrodite and other sex goddesses.

“Actually, it was Mary’s idea,” Rose confided. “It would mean you and Jessie would become bishops. The rank below me and Daisy.”

“Bishops, huh?” I said.

“Eventually, you’d be responsible for a large swath of churches, say all of them in North America. Once we get things organized.”

I glanced at Jessie who sat on her elbow watching. “What do you think?”

“We’d be administering the offerings collected by our priestesses?” Jessie asked.

Rose smiled. “Of course our Gods would understand if you wanted to have a lifestyle fitting with such an exalted rank. There is one stipulation.”

“What?” I asked.

“You’d have to be bound to them,” she answered. “Swear your souls to them for eternity. As long as they live, you would never age. You’d be together forever, serving them, helping them rule the world.”

I glanced at Jessie, saw the smile play on her lips. Eternal youth in exchange for our souls and the power to help them shape the world… Wasn’t that a good thing? We, the survivors of the Buy Best Incident, were living proof of how much better off a person was thanks to their influence. Mark’s actions gave me the courage to ask out my longtime crush out because Jessie had finally noticed me. Lucy and Fatima found each other as well as Stacy and Rosalita and a half-dozen other couples who formed that day. Not only were there new relationships, but the old ones were strengthened. Erin and Bill had found a new way to express their love for each other. There was the amazing closeness of Marshal and Veronica. Even Kristi—who, unlike her wife Ashley, hadn’t been at the incident—discovered a new form of happiness.

So why wouldn’t I leap to serve them? We already worshiped them. “I think we can live with that.”

The End of the Tales of the Buy Best Incidents

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