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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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Jealousy is an ugly emotion. There can be no doubt that it drove Alice Perry’s actions that day.

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mary Sullivan – South Hill, WA

Giggling, I strolled from my cute car, a red Audi, to the Wedding Lace, a bridal shop near my house. I was here for my wedding dress’s second fitting. The seamstress, Bonnie, was finished with the alterations.

I would never forget how hot my first fitting was. Bonnie was a skilled pussy licker. I pictured the purple-haired beauty, covered in piercings, her body naked. My favorite piercing was the silver ring adorning her labia. I had so much fun playing with it as I ate her pussy.

My thighs grew slick just thinking about it.

With me were my three bridesmaids: Mark’s younger sister, Antsy, and my two sisters, Shannon and Missy. We were also selecting the bridesmaids dresses and get their fittings taken care of today. My maid-of-honor, Alice, would meet us here. I hadn’t seen her in a week. Not since the night she found me drunk in the motel up in Seattle after the big fight I had with Mark. He had been acting strange thanks to a nun’s spell.

It almost drove us apart.

The next morning Alice drove me home. All week she bugged and pestered me to get together, but I had been busy dealing with our trip to New York and the funeral for Mark’s dad. When I spoke to her on the phone this morning, she had sounded so happy to be able to see me today.

“Remember ladies, be on your best behavior,” I warned my bridesmaids. “Alice doesn’t know about any of this. I want her to be kept away from all of this and be normal.”

Shannon frowned at me, slipping into her maternal role. When our whore of a mother left us, Shannon had to take her place. She had to grow up a little too quickly and liked to forget I wasn’t a child any longer. “You didn’t keep us away from this. I seemed to remember how eager you were to get me and Missy into bed.”

“Mark and I needed your help,” I explained, half apologetic. “And, well, that left you vulnerable to our enemies. Alice is under no commands. I told her to ignore my orders and Mark hasn’t given her any, either. So, she has a silver aura. She can’t be touched by a nun.”

“I had a silver aura,” Antsy pointed out.

Sister Theodora Mariam had used Antsy to try to break up Mark and me. The nun’s spell made Mark and Antsy obsessed with each other. The nun wanted to split us apart to to make it easier to pick us off. And it almost worked. But Mark’s behavior changed too radically and I became suspicious and found a way to break the spell.

“Well…” I trailed off, frowning. Antsy was right. There was a lot we didn’t know. The sooner Sam, our newest slut, finished translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, the better. “Well, Mark and I are protected against that spell now. So it would be pointless for any nun to go after Alice that way.”

We entered the Wedding Lace. Bonnie smiled as she walked to me. She boldly kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I shuddered and savored the friendly kiss. Antsy and Missy both sniggered behind me.

And then I saw Alice over Bonnie’s shoulder. My friend glared daggers at Bonnie. I broke the kiss, my cheeks suddenly red like I had done something wrong. Alice marched across the bridal shop, pushed past Bonnie, and kissed me just as boldly.

And for twice as long.

The kiss was great, her lips soft and hungry. I closed my eyes, feeling so close to my friend. My arms went around her, holding her. She clutched to me. Possessive, almost jealous. Her lips moved against mine with a desperate intensity.

When we broke the kiss, I had to pant to catch my breath. I gave her a studying look. Why was she acting jealous?

“Why am I not surprised that you sleep with your bridesmaids, too,” Bonnie giggled.

“Well, I hope not all of them,” Alice said, an edge to her voice. Jealousy? No, that couldn’t be it. “Two of them are her sisters.”

* * *

Alice Perry

Mary laughed off my comment. Of course she wasn’t sleeping with her sisters. That was disgusting. But why did she have to kiss Bonnie? My stomach knotted as my heart raced. I wanted to seize Mary again, kiss her, hold her, show the world she was mine.

Even if she really wasn’t.

Yet.

“It’s great to see you, Alice,” Mary smiled. “And you know Shannon and Missy. No, wait, I’m being an idiot. Of course you know them.”

“Hey, Alice,” Shannon said and hugged me. My jealousy banished away. Shannon and I were best friends in high school. “It’s good to see you.”

“I hear you’re engaged,” I said then kissed Shannon on the cheek. “To George, right?”

Shannon beamed. “I guess I’ll need to come back and start shopping for my wedding dress.”

“Well, I’m happy for you.” I gave her another warm hug.

Shannon held me tight and whispered, “So, you’ll bang my little sister but not me.”

My cheeks went crimson. “I…what…?”

Shannon laughed. “You are so easy to tease, Alice.” Shannon gave me a kiss on the cheek. “And how’s Dean doing?”

I winced inside. I didn’t want to talk about my husband. He didn’t understand me. Not like Mary did. It was a mistake for me to marry Dean. I never should have. Just like it was a mistake for Mary to marry Mark.

Not that I could convince her. Even when he left her crying her eyes out in Seattle she still went back to him.

Instead of bringing any of that up, I went with the safer option. I ruffled Missy’s hair. “How’s it hanging, pipsqueak?”

Missy scowled at me as she patted at her hair. “I’m eighteen now. I’m not a little girl anymore.”

I couldn’t help smiling at the petite girl. I hugged her. “But you’ll always be my little pipsqueak.”

I heard Missy grinding her teeth. Mary caught my eyes and gave me a cautioning look. No doubt she wanted to head off a famous Missy-tantrum before it started. I had spent enough time at the Sullivan house to experience my share.

“C’mon, let’s look at the bridesmaids dresses,” Mary said. “Unless you want me to put you in something just ugly.”

“You wouldn’t!” Missy fixed her sister with an accusing look.

“Well, it’s my special day, and I do not want my little sister looking hotter than me,” Mary grinned at her sister.

Missy let out a shriek, stamping her feet then marched off into the shop, Antsy following after. I followed Mary as we browsed the store, my heart thudding. I so wanted to blurt out how much I loved her. I had to wait. Patience.

She would be mine.

“Hmm,” Mary said, pulling a ruffled, pale-blue dress from the rack. “Let’s see how this looks on you.”

“But I like this cream one,” Missy complained, holding up a dress.

“Then go try it on,” Mary told her. “And we’ll see which dress looks nicer.”

“This one,” I smiled and took the dress from Mary.

I walked to the changing room Mary followed after but didn’t walk in with me. I hung the dress on the rack and quickly stripped, my pussy on fire. I needed to make love to Mary. She was so intoxicating to be around. No woman was beautifuler than her.

I took a deep breath once I was naked and, hoping it wasn’t too obvious why I called her in, said, “Um, Mary, could you help me with this?”

The door opened and Mary slipped in, a smile on her lips. She knew why I called her in and it amused her. I didn’t care. Her eyes drank in my naked body. I preened for her, smiling, one finger toying with a black curl at my neck.

“I think you need a lot of help,” Mary moaned and rushed at me.

“I just need you so badly,” I groaned as she pressed against me, my nipples rubbing on her blouse. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know. It’s just been so busy.” Mary sighed. “How about tomorrow? At the usual spot?”

A hot shudder shot through me. “I’d love that. Now kiss me you sexy vixen!”

Mary did.

She pressed me against the wall, her lips on mine. They were so soft and sweet. Our tongues met, caressed as she trailed her fingers down my side, following my hip and sliding down to the wet furnace between my legs. My body twitched as her fingers lightly caressed my clit.

I closed my eyes, savoring her fingers rubbing and massaging my vulva. I groaned into the kiss, my hands roaming her body, itching to strip and pleasure her. I trembled. Her fingers were wonderful, teasing and lithe.

Then she slid two inside my juicy depths.

Wonderful.

I writhed on her fingers. The heel of her hand ground slowly on my clit as she fucked her two fingers in and out of my wet tunnel. My hands slid up to grip her face, pulled her lips tight to mine. My body spasmed against her. I was so hot for Mary. She stirred me up with just her light touches.

I came.

I moaned into the kiss, savoring the bliss as it washed through me. I couldn’t believe how swiftly she made me orgasm. She was amazing. I held onto her face as I swayed. The pleasure boiled through me, spreading scalding ecstasy.

“Damn,” Mary purred when she broke our kiss. “Someone’s hot to trot.”

“You’re just so sexy,” I breathed.

Mary pulled her fingers from my pussy. She brought her sticky digits to her lips and licked her fingers. I groaned, loving her pink tongue sliding around her fingers and cleaning my excitement. Her green eyes twinkled.

“Thanks,” I groaned. “I needed that.”

“And what about what I need?” Mary asked archly. Then she pulled up the front of her skirt, exposing her bare slit.

Missy laughed outside. I jumped and glanced at the door. “What about your sisters and Antsy?”

“They won’t care.” She touched my cheek, her fingers still wet with her saliva—an intimate caress. “I know you’ve missed eating my pussy.

“I have,” I sighed, a happy thrill shooting through me. I licked my lips, eager to feast.

I fell to my knees. My hands trembled as I reached out to her thighs. It had been over a week since I tasted her pussy. A week of frustrate masturbation. I needed Mary, and she was too busy with him. She shouldn’t waste her time with him.

She should be with me.

Mary leaned against the dressing room wall, spreading her legs wider as I slid my hands up her smooth thighs. Her shaved pussy glistened with her excitement. Her spicy, sweet musk filled my nose as I kissed up her thigh.

“Mmm, yes, baby, eat my pussy.”

“I’m going to feast,” I purred.

“I know.” She ran a hand through my hair. “Do it. It made me so hot making you cum.”

She loved me. I knew it. I could see it in her green eyes. She didn’t need Mark. Just me. The more I made her cum, the more I loved her, the sooner she would realize it.

I buried my face between her thighs and licked at her smooth slit. I lapped my tongue through her folds. Her hips bucked. Her eyes rolled. Her tits jiggled beneath her blouse. She let out a wonderful purr of delight.

I pleased her.

I licked through her tongue, brushing her clit. She shivered in pleasure. Then I dug my tongue deep into her folds, lapping hard at Mary’s pussy. I was a like a starving girl, feasting on the delicacies of my lover’s pussy.

My hands gripped Mary’s plump ass, squeezing her cheeks as her tongue dug deep into her cunt. Mary’s breath quickened. She gasped and shuddered, grinding on my face. Her excitement built and built.

“Oh, if you keep this up, I’ll be cumming in no time.”

“Good,” I purred, moving my lips to her clit

Mary let out a soft moan as My tongue flicked rapidly at her clit. Then my lips sealed over her little bud and sucked hard. I worshiped her clit as Mary bucked and squirmed. I held on tight, keeping my lips sealed to her clit.

She made the beautifulest moans. So sweet and husky. Her passion swelled. Her juices poured into my lips and ran down my chin. I squeezed my thighs together, my clit aching as I nibbled and worshiped her pussy.

I loved eating her pussy. I loved making her cum. I loved her so much. She had to feel my love. She had to feel my devotion. I was better for her than Mark. So much better. He would never love her the way I did.

I would never cheat on her and leave her heartbroken.

I moved my right hand from her ass and shoved it between her thighs. Mary was close, but she needed more stimulation. I shoved two fingers into the depths of her hot pussy. Her flesh clenched down on them.

“Oh, yes, finger my twat. Mmm, you’re such a naughty minx, Alice.”

I smiled around her clit. My fingers pumped in and out of her then curled, searching for her G-spot. I would make her cum so loudly. My fingers slid along the top of her pussy, caressing her silky, wet flesh.

Mary bucked.

I found it.

I attacked her G-spot, massaging the bundle of nerves. I stared up at her face. Pleasure contorted my lover’s expression. Her auburn hair tossed about her shoulders as she bucked against my massaging fingers.

“Shit, Alice!” Her head tossed back. “Oh, shit, yes!”

I made my lover cum.

Such joy burst inside of me as her pussy spasmed about my fingers. I sucked on her clit. Juices gushed out, splashing around my wrist and spraying my naked tits. Her musk filled my nose. Her body squeaked as she gasped my name.

I gave her such pleasure, such love.

“Oh, Alice, yes,” she groaned. “You delicious slut. Oh, fuck.”

I kept massaging her G-spot, prolonging her bliss. Her face turned almost as red as her hair as she spasmed. I loved her. I kept pleasuring her until her hands pushed at my head. I leaned back, her juices dripping down my face.

“So, how was that?”

“Amazing,” Mary gasped, her skirt falling down to cover her pussy. “Oh, damn, Alice, that was great.”

“Good,” I grinned.

She leaned down and licked at her juices. “Mmm, I taste good.”

“You do.”

She winked at me. “Get dressed so I can see how sexy you look in it.”

I nodded my head as Mary slipped out. Outside, Shannon and Antsy applauded and whooped. I stood up, trembling, everyone had heard us.

“Sounded like a good one, Mary!” Antsy chortled.

“Thanks for making my little sister happy,” Shannon hollered.

Embarrassment and pride shot through me. They knew I made her cum. That I loved Mary. “Uh, you’re welcome, Shannon,” I answered, not sure what else to say.

* * *

Desiree de la Fuente – Tacoma, WA

I was divorced. I was free of the odious Brandon Fitzsimmons.

I was free to marry my sexy, little mermaid.

As we pulled away from the curb, I exulted. We had paid the $64 fee apiece for the marriage licenses. In a few days they would arrive in the mail—one for mi Rey and mi Reina the other for Alison and myself. And then Alison and I could wed.

I let out a giddy delight.

“You should be sucking his cock,” Alison said from the backseat. Her head thrust forward. “Now, slut.”

Mi Rey grinned at me. “Your fiancee’s right.”

“I know it’s shocking,” I purred even as I reached for the zipper of mi Rey’s jeans. He let me sit in the front for a reason. I couldn’t disappoint him.

I had to please him. It was my purpose in life. Marrying Alison was a reward for my service, something I earned by being a good slut, the perfect sex slave. I cooked and cleaned, I loved and worshiped, I fucked and sucked. That was my life. It was wonderful. I worshiped mi Rey and mi Reina with mi Sirenita at my side.

Or sitting in the back of the car.

I drew out mi Rey’s hard, throbbing cock. He groaned, lifting his right arm so I could lean down and suck on his cock. The Mustang’s engine whined as he drove it in the wrong gear—my big boobs pressed onto it.

Sirens blared before and behind us, the bodyguards clearing the way for us. Mi Rey groaned as my tongue sucked and swirled about his dick. I loved sucking and worshiping this cock. It filled my mouth, his precum leaking out. I swirled my tongue, gathering the flavor.

“Let me change gears,” mi Rey groaned as we headed onto the freeway.

I popped my mouth off his dick. I gasped as mi Rey took the turn hard onto the off ramp, the engine roaring. Cars cleared out of the way of the police cruiser before us. I grinned. Brandon thought he was rich and had power.

This was power.

Mi Rey shifted gears, working to the highest one. Then he flashed me his boyish grin. He didn’t have to command me, I knew what he meant.

I bent over in a flash, sucking his dick into my mouth. I was hungry for his cum. I moaned as I bobbed my mouth. His hand stroked through my hair as I pleased him. He groaned and grunted while Alison cheered from the backseat.

“That’s it. Ooh, my fiancee knows how to suck cock! I bet she’s driving you wild, Master.”

“She is,” he groaned. “Damn, Desiree. Work that mouth. You want my cum.”

“She does.”

I did.

My thighs squeezed together. I was so wet, which wasn’t unusual. Whenever I was around mi Rey or mi Reina the juices flowed. They were just so sexy and it was so hot serving a man. Here was the only cock in the world I craved. The only one I needed.

I shoved my right hand into his pants, cupping his cum-ladened balls. I wanted him to spurt into my mouth. I wanted the sweet rush. I wanted to feel every pulse of his dick firing into my mouth. I wanted to swallow it all. I played with his balls. They were so warm.

“Shit,” mi Rey groaned. “Desiree, you fucking slut.”

“Cum in her mouth, Master. Give it to the slut. She’s a cum-whore. She craves your jizz all the time. You should have heard her whining while you and Mistress were in New York.”

“Sure that wasn’t you?” mi Rey asked.

“Oh, yes, I missed your cum so much, Master.”

“Fuck,” mi Rey groaned. “That is so fucking sexy to hear.”

His balls tensed in my hand. His dick throbbed. His jizz erupted. I had the wonderful satisfaction of his jizz pouring into my mouth. Thick, hard blasts of cum flowing into my mouth, filling me up. I swallowed, letting it pour down my throat.

“Mmm, that’s one, Master,” giggled Alison. “How many times can she make you cum before we get home?”

Mi Rey laughed and I kept sucking.

* * *

Mary Sullivan – South Hill, WA

I buzzed from my wonderful orgasms in the dressing room. Alice was such a wicked lover.

“Ready to see how hot I am?” Missy asked, peaking her head out of another dressing room.

“Sure,” I smiled at my little sister.

Missy came out in her cream dress. The shoulders were ruffled lace, gathered to look like flowers, with a scooped neckline that showed off her rather small cleavage. The arms were left bare and the dress hugged her torso then flared at the hips into a flowing, satin skirt.

“Oh, don’t you just look gorgeous,” Bonnie cooed.

“You look hot,” Antsy purred.

Missy flushed bright red. “Do I really?”

“Yeah, Missy,” I told her. Then I walked over and gave my eighteen-year-old sister a kiss on the lips. “You look hot.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Now hurry up, Alice. Just because you made Mary cum doesn’t mean she’ll like that ugly dress.”

Alice appeared, her face flushed. She most have wiped up my pussy juices with moist towelettes from her purse because I smelled alcohol. She looked cute in the dress, but it was so plain to the cream one.

Alice shook her head. “Yeah, it’s a better dress,” she admitted. Then smirked, “It will look great on me.”

“Then it’s settled,” I nodded. “The cream dress for the bridesmaids.”

We laughed and giggled as each of the girls was measured. Antsy and my sisters were dressing like me—none of them wore bra or panties either. All their tits were perky enough to get away with it, though Shannon’s tits were only barely able to. She was starting to sag, but it wasn’t that noticeable.

Bonnie seemed to have fun accidentally brushing the girls.

“Mmm, you have skilled fingers,” Antsy purred as Bonnie “measured” her inseam for a very long time. The tape measure kept slipping out of her hand when she reached Antsy crouch and Bonnie’s fingers kept rubbing through Antsy’s shaved slit.

“Just being thorough,” Bonny answered with a wicked laugh.

When she finished measuring Antsy, the last one, Bonnie said, “I have to get Mary’s wedding dress out of the back.”

“Oh, let me help you,” Antsy said excitedly.

We all giggled as we heard their moans of pleasure from the back, even Alice. “Mary, where did you find this seamstress?”

“I just get lucky with the ladies,” I told her with a wink.

Another loud gasp came from the back room, and Alice flushed. She looked so cute, I pulled her into my lap and kissed her. Her tongue played with mine, writhing around inside my mouth as I tasted her sweet lips. Out of the corner of my eyes, Missy sat on Shannon’s lap and my sisters made out, tongues dancing.

They were supposed to be on their best behavior.

Well, I would need to keep Alice distracted. She wore a tight blouse with delicate little buttons down the front. My fingers deftly undid her blouse, exposing her black bra cupping her breasts. I slid my hands behind her back and unclasped her bra exposing her beautiful, small breasts and their hard nipples.

“What are you doing?” Alice hissed, breaking the kiss. “We’re not alone. You’re sisters are here.”

“That’s what makes it fun,” I giggled and pulled her back in a kiss.

Her bra was off and her perky tits were exposed, her areola pink and wrinkled, and a hard nipple thrust out of the center. I fingered a hard nipple. Alice moaned into my kiss and shivered. Her tongue grew bolder.

I loved her nipples. My pussy clenched. I had to suck on one.

I broke the kiss and bent down to suck a nipple into my mouth, rolling it around my tongue. Alice moaned softly. Her head lolled back as I nibbled and played with her nub. I clenched my thighs tight, relieving my clit’s itch. I was about to switch nipples when Alice gasped.

“Mary your sisters are—”

I cut her off with another kiss, thrusting my tongue deep into Alice’s mouth.

I watched my sisters out of the corner of my eye. Missy had her shorts bunched around her ankles as Shannon fingered our little sister’s cunt. There were only a few wisps of light, red hair covering Missy’s pussy.

Missy was a late bloomer, her breasts just budding and her hips were still boyish slim.

“They are just expressing their love for each other,” I whispered to Alice after breaking our kiss.

“Love?” Her voice sounded strained.

“Aren’t they beautiful together?”

Missy shuddered as Shannon nibbled on her neck.

“I guess,” Alice muttered. Then a suspicious look filled her face and she stared at me accusingly.

“Yeah, I’ve expressed my sisterly love with them,” I answered her, arching an eyebrow..

Alice frowned. Then she let out an angry, lusty hiss and kissed me with so much passion, her tongue shoved into my mouth.

My head spun with the exuberance of her kiss. I grasped one of her breasts, playing with the firm mound. I sighed into her kiss and enjoyed the way a woman’s breasts felt when you squeezed it, soft and firm. My fingers brushed her areola, rubbing it in circles as her hands pushed into the bodice of my dress

I groaned as she played with my tits. Her fingers felt amazing on my nipples, shooting pleasure down to my pussy.

“Ahem,” Bonnie said then cleared her throat loudly. “If you’re ready, Mary?”

I broke the kiss. A flushed and disheveled Bonnie, holding my beautiful dress, stood before us. Behind her was Antsy, a pleased grin on her face as she licked her sticky lips.

“Yes, I’m ready,” I said.

A pout crossed Alice’s lips, but her smile perked up as I stripped naked, baring my freckled tits and sleek thighs. Then I stood on the little plinth, ready to be fitted.

Shannon kept right on fingering Missy. “Mmm, are you gonna cum for your big sister as Mary tries on her dress?”

“Yes, yes!” Missy moaned. “Ohh, fuck, make me cum, Shannon!”

Missy shuddered on Shannon’s lap, throwing back her long, strawberry-blonde hair as she howled out in pleasure. Everyone watched my little sister tremble and gasp, her feet kicking, one of her flip-flops flying across the room.

“Oh, that was amazing,” Missy panted.

Pleased, Shannon pulled out her sticky fingers and licked them clean.

“Well, now let’s get started,” a breathy Bonnie said.

First, I had to try on the hosiery and undergarments. Bonnie held a beautiful, strapless bra. “Well, dear, you nipples should be nice and hard so we can see the full effect of the bra,” Bonnie said, her purple hair swaying about her face as she cocked her head, staring hungrily at my breasts.

“My nipples are hard,” I started to say when her mouth sucked a breast into her mouth.

I groaned as her tongue swirling around my rock hard nubs. Her tongue felt amazing, warm and soft, contrasting with the hard, metal point of her tongue stud. She switched tits, giving my other nipple the same, lavish attention.

Shannon sat next to Alice and put her arm around the black-haired woman.

“What are you doing?” Alice asked, uncomfortable, her arms moving up to cover her bared breasts.

“Remember when we were seventeen and you were spending the night and I dared you to French me?” Shannon asked.

Alice nodded, a fond smile appearing on her face.

“Well, I wish I had the courage to do this.” Shannon kissed Alice while fondling her breast. Alice stiffened, her eyes sought mine out as my older sister groped her.

I smiled and nodded, giving her permission to enjoy.

Alice relaxed and kissed Shannon back. Seventeen, huh? Was that the night Alice saw me stepping naked out of the shower? Alice used to have a crush on me. Was that its source?

Bonnie released my breast and slipped the bra on. I smiled, modeling in the mirror. The bra cupped my breasts perfectly, two satin hands cradling my perky tits, lifting them up just enough to make it seem like I had larger breasts.

Bonnie picked up pair of bikini-cut satin panties and frowned at my pussy. “You’re all wet down there,” Bonnie said with feigned annoyance. “Let me clean you up.”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned.

Bonnie bent down and put her face so close to my pussy her warm breath tickled me. Then her tongue swiped through my wet cunt. I shivered in pleasure as her tongue stud slid through my pussy lips and brushed my clit. Her hands grabbed my plump ass, and she buried her face into my cunt, swiping her tongue over and over through my slit.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, grinding on Bonny’s face. “Clean my pussy up! Fuck, you’re cleaning my pussy so fucking well!”

Missy giggled as Antsy whispered in her ear. Mark’s sister played with my little sister’s strawberry-blonde hair. Then Antsy kissed at Missy’s neck. The girls moaned and writhed before Missy slipped off the chair, spread Antsy’s legs, and dived underneath her jean skirts.

Antsy moaned as my sister tongued her vigorously.

Shannon joined Missy on the floor. She buried her face into Alice’s delicious pussy. Alice squirmed and moaned, her eyes locked on me as she played with her nipples. I smiled at her, one hand in Bonnie’s hair, holding the seamstress’s face into my cunt as her tongue stud drove me crazy with pleasure.

“Enjoy my sister,” I purred to her.

“Yes,” Alice groaned, her eyelids fluttering with pleasure from Shannon’s ministrations. “Enjoy…the seamstress.”

“Oh, I will,” I moaned, squirming on Bonnie’s lips.

I gripped Bonnie’s hair, enjoying her tongue licking through my pussy’s folds in a vain attempt to dry me off. The room spun about me. Everywhere I looked I saw a woman I loved writhing in lesbian bliss.

The room filled with the sounds of women cumming, a beautiful symphony of sighs and moans and gasps, and even the occasional squeal. They all merged together, my own voice adding to the bliss. And the smell…

I cold have died and gone to heaven.

All our musk filled the room into a heady smell of horny cunt. I wasn’t going to last long on Bonnie’s tongue. Her amazing tongue stud slid faster and faster through my pussy’s folds, teasing me, driving me wild with delight.

“Shit!” Antsy screamed as she came on my little sister’s mouth. “Shit, shit, shit, you little imp. Fuck, that’s good!”

I gripped Boonie’s purple hair and gasped, “Yes, yes. Mmm, this is how you have a bridal dress fitting.”

“A lesbian orgy with your bridesmaids,” gasped Missy. “Ooh, this is so wicked. I can’t wait for the wedding.”

Alice let out a groaning grunt, her eyes fluttering as she heaved on Shannon’s licking tongue. My lover gasped as she came, bucking hard. Her eyes met mine, bursting with desire for me. She hungered for me. I loved it. I drank it in.

“Mary!” she gasped.

Her moans sent me screaming over the edge into my orgasm. I creamed Bonnie’s eager lips. I writhed and gasped, staring at Alice as she against my older sister’s mouth. My stomach doubled over. Wicked bliss fired through me. Bonnie kept licking until all my juices were gone.

“Well, you’re all clean,” a breathless Bonnie beamed. She held up my satin panties for me to step into.

“I feel so dirty though,” I giggled.

Bonnie licked her lips as I stepped into my panties. She pulled the satin up my legs and seated the cloth against my pussy. The material felt cool against my vulva. I glanced in the mirror, twisted my hips, and loved the way the panties clung to my ass. Then Bonnie slipped on the lacy garter belt and carefully pulled up the white hoses, hooking them to the garter. Next came the heels. She slipped them onto my feet, her touch sending wicked tingles up my thighs.

Antsy catcalled, “My brother is a lucky guy!”

“You look so sexy, Mary,” Missy said in awe, her face stained with Antsy’s juices.

Alice had a dreamy look in her face. What was she thinking about? Her own wedding? I knew she was having problems in her marriage to Dean, and I wondered how it was going. She seemed so happy when they were married last November, so it was sad that six month’s later she was disappointed in her marriage. She even confided in me that she cheated on her husband and almost left Dean for her yoga instructor.

Unfortunately for Alice, the yoga instructor was cheating on her.

Of course, Alice was cheating on Dean with me. I frowned at that thought. Was it cheating, really? We were just two friends giving comfort to each other. Alice needed some intimacy that she wasn’t getting from Dean, and I was happy to fill that void for her.

People called it friends with benefits.

As I pondered my friend’s marriage, I donned my wedding dress. It was strapless, the bodice covered in white lace that then wrapped diagonally around my torso until it reached the skirt. The skirt was made of a beautiful, ruffled fabric, that fell in many tiers, giving the skirt an elegant, bell shape. Finally, Bonnie set the veil on my head, a simple, white gauze that fell about my shoulders and covered my cleavage.

I stared at myself in the mirror and grew misty-eyed. I was so happy. Joy squeezed my heart. I couldn’t wait for my wedding day. I wanted Mark to see just how beautiful I was. I pictured the bouquet of white snapdragons and daisies, pink orchids, and with a few deep-purple anemone for a splash of vibrancy in my hand. I imagined Dad walking me down the aisle amid the wildflower meadow on the slopes of Mount Rainier. And I conjured the happy look in Mark’s blue eyes and the boyish grin would be painted across his face.

And unlike my whore of a mother, I would never leave my husband and family.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I came a fourth time down Desiree’s hungry throat as I exited the highway onto Meridian. The engine threatened to stall as she bolted up, licking her lips. Cum leaked down her chin, reaching for her throat. Damn, she looked sexy.

I shifted down to third gear as I followed my bodyguards onto Meridian. I loved the traffic merging out of our way. And red lights didn’t matter either when you had a police escort. We sped through the busy traffic of South Hill. Bliss beat through me.

“Four cums,” Alison chortled. “Damn, you worked that mouth. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, mi Sirenita.”

A few minutes later, we were home, driving past the gathered news vans and paparazzi. Cameras flashed as I followed my escort past the bodyguards on duty at the entrance to the cul-de-sac, keeping out the media. The escort cars pulled off before the houses serving as their barracks while I kept going to the end of the street and the house that once belonged to Brandon Fitzsimmons.

But now it was all mine.

Jessica was waiting for me when I walked into the house. She wore her slutty, office-lady outfit: very short miniskirt; sheer, white blouse that you could see her breasts and nipples through; and thigh-high, black stockings. About her neck was a gold choker set with sapphires spelling her name.

“Master, there are several interview requests. The Morning Show would like you to fly out to New York next week as well as several other interviews that can be done by satellite.”

I grinned, loving the attention. “Okay, set them up.”

“And then there’s this news report,” Jessica said, reading from her notes. “The Altgrave August Alfred Bernard was found murdered last night in his home in Cologne, Germany. They say he had been dead almost a day before he was found.”

My blood went cold. The Altgrave possessed one of the three copies of the Magics of the Witch of Endor. “Suspects?” I asked, fearing the answer.

“None,” Jessica answered.

I sighed. Fucking Brandon Fitzsimmons. “Tip the authorities in Germany about Brandon Fitzsimmons,” I ordered. “The bastard most have the book now.”

Who would have thought that Desiree’s husband would be capable of murder. A chill went through my body as I remembered the harmless, fat, balding man whose wife I claimed and house I took. What else was he capable of? And the book was dangerous. It told a person how to summon the Devil. What if Brandon made his own Pact? That would not be good. It would be another problem Mary and I would have to deal with.

“Anything going on tomorrow?” I asked Jessica, fearing any bad news.

“Um, no sir,” Jessica answered after glancing at her notes. “Would you like to me to set up some interviews tomorrow morning? Perhaps after you and Mistress get back from jogging?”

“Yeah, sure. But nothing after that. A nice, peaceful day would be swell.” I could spend some time with Mary. She wanted to watch some TV show called Once Upon a Time. Some Fairy Tail bullshit she just got into. But the company would be pleasant at least.

Chasity, dressed like a sexy cop, walked into the living room and stood before me. She and Noel ran the bodyguards. “Master, I have an update on Lana and Chantelle.”

“What?” I asked, excitement beating in my heart. Lana and Chantelle were a pair of fun girls. They had just gotten married when Mary and I met them on their honeymoon and we just had to have them. They were our sluts, but vanished on their honeymoon. I hadn’t heard from them in over a week.

“They were staying at a cheap motel in Seattle for a week,” Chasity answered, consulting her notes. “The, uh, Rain City Motel, until Friday morning. There has been no activity on their credit card since then. They have not been back to their house in DuPont, and none of their friends or family have heard from them since they left on their honeymoon. Lana’s mom told me they were expected home over a week ago. The, um, fourteenth of June.”

I frowned. “Chantelle texted Mary and said they were on their honeymoon until last Friday.” I Frowned, thinking. “That would be, what, the twenty-first?”

Chasity nodded.

“So, Chantelle lied to us?” The nuns did get to them. Fuck.

“I don’t know, Master,” Chasity apologized. “That’s just what Lana’s mom said. She hasn’t heard from Lana or Chantelle. She filed a missing person report on them with the DuPont police department. I’m sorry I don’t have better news, I’ll keep searching for them.”

I nodded, hating the bad news. My eyes flicked from Chasity, looking scrumptious in her slutty cop’s uniform, to Jessica perched on the arm of the recliner, her legs folded, clad in her stockings while she talked on the phone, setting up those new interviews.

My cock stirred. I needed a distraction. Thank god I had my sluts.

“Jessica, hang up. Master needs to fuck you two naughty sluts.”

“Yes, sir,” Jessica beamed, lowering her phone and swiping it off without a word to the person on the other end. She stood, stretching her caramel-skinned body, running a hand through her honey-brown hair as she walked over to Chasity. My cop slut shook loose her long, blonde hair out of her bun, the golden curls falling about her shoulders. Chasity smiled, grabbed Jessica, and kissed her fellow slut on the lips hard.

I stood up and pulled of my shirt. Jessica broke the kiss and let out a purring moan as she eyed my chest. “Master, you are looking fitter and fitter.”

“I know,” Chasity purred, reaching her hand out to run it across my chest. “Your jogging has really paid off, Master.”

I pulled both sluts to me, savoring their soft bodies pressing against me and kissed them each on the lips. I slid my hand down and squeezed both their asses as their hot lips nibbled on mine, their bodies swaying. Two hands rubbed at my hard cock in my fly.

“Tops off ladies, but leave the skirts.”

“Yes, Master,” both ladies purred as they stepped back.

Chasity smirked as she unbuttoned her slutty cops blouse. In seconds, her lovely breasts spilled out, nipples hard. Jessica’s blouse fell open, her perky tits topped with dark nipples begging to be sucked.

So I did.

I bent down and sucked on her nipple. Jessica shuddered as I worried and played with her nipple. Chasity, not to be left out, rubbed her breasts on the other side of me. I popped my mouth of Jessica’s nipple and latched onto Chasity’s pink nub.

“Ooh, Master,” moaned Chasity.

“Mmm, I’ll take care of your cock, Master,” Jessica purred in my ear, her hand massaging my cock.

“Yes,” Chasity agreed.

Jessica slipped to the floor and fished my cock out of my pants. I moaned about Chasity’s nipple as Jessica sucked my cock into her delightful mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue dancing. Bliss washed up my dick. I sucked harder on Chasity’s nipple as Jessica lavished my cock with her hungry mouth

“Fucking slut,” I grunted as I switched nipples to suck on.

I ran my fingers through Jessica’s silky hair, pulling her mouth farther down my cock. She didn’t resist. I nipped Chasity’s nipple as I forced my cock down Jessica’s throat. I entered her tight, constricting esophagus, savoring the way Jessica swallowed to massage my cock.

“Please him, slut,” Chasity groaned, humping against my hip.

My jeans slipped down and her hot cunt pressed on my hip. She undulated, smearing juices on my thigh as I suckled on her breast. I groaned around her nipple, savoring her dripping snatch and Jessica’s mouth sucking on my dick.

My neck ached. It was awkward standing half-bent over, even if it let me suck on her wonderful nipple. I popped my mouth off her nipple and looked into Chasity’s eyes. “On your back, slut!”

“Yes sir,” Chasity moaned.

She pried her hot cunt from my thigh and moved before me. She stretched out on the carpet, her skirt bunched around her waist, her legs spread wide apart. She looked so sexy in her thigh-high black boots. And her pussy was a pink gash begging to be fucked.

I pulled my cock out of Jessica’s mouth. “Sit on her face, Slut.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Oh yes, Jessica,” Chasity moaned. “Let me eat that sweet pussy.”

Jessica hiked her skirt as she hurried to Chasity. Her naked, caramel ass appeared before she turned around to face me. She lowered her cunt down to Chasity’s eager mouth and moaned as the cop-slut ran her tongue through Jessica’s fat pussy lips.

“Damn, that is hot,” I groaned, stroking my dick.

“Fuck her cunt, Master,” Jessica purred as she stroked Chasity’s dripping pussy. Jessica shoved a pair of fingers into Chasity’s twat. “She is dripping wet for you.”

“I am,” moaned Chasity, muffled by Jessica’s twat.

I grabbed a couch cushion before I fell to my knees between Chasity’s thighs, I lifted her ass and shoved the pillow beneath her, lining her pink hole with my hard cock. Jessica grinned and grabbed my dick, guiding me to Jessica’s tight hole.

“Fuck her, Master.”

I kissed Jessica hard on the mouth as I thrust my cock into Chasity’s wet depths. She was tight and velvety smooth. I groaned into Jessica’s mouth as I fucked Chasity hard. I broke the kiss and threw Chasity’s legs over my shoulders.

Her pussy grew even tighter on my cock.

“Ooh, she loves it, Master,” Jessica gasped, her soft-brown eyes flashing as she rubbed her pussy on Chasity’s eager mouth.

Jessica’s caramel breasts heaved in pleasure. I bent over and captured a dark nipples as I fucked Chasity’s tight cunt. I sucked and nibbled on Jessica’s nipple, my hands roaming her bodies. Chasity’s legs slipped off my shoulders and wrapped about my waist, the slut bucking into me, her cunt gripping my cock.

“Mmm, that feels so nice, Master,” Jessica moaned.

The front door banged open. “Master?” an excited Korina called. “Where are you, Master?”

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