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Stud Conquers the World Book 2: Taming the Mistress Bitch

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Chapter 2

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Zach has chained the preacher's daughter to him with his twin sister's slutty magic. Now he needs to figure out who the 'mistress bitch' is.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Magic   Demons   Incest   Brother   Sister   BDSM   DomSub   Light Bond   Spanking   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   Lactation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Public Sex   Teacher/Student  

Note: Thanks to my beta reader! Chapter One

Susannah Augustine

I walked down the hallway behind Sable Newport with Zach. I was finding this all strange. I was one of four women that were prophesied to help Zach rule the world. And one of us four would be an adulterous woman. I found that ... unpleasant. Distasteful.

But I trusted the Lord. Good could come out of anything.

I noticed that Zach was staring intently at Sable. Was he checking her out? My eyes flicked to the tight skirt she wore that hugged her butt-cheeks. The way her rump moved beneath her skirt was ... hypnotic. Alluring. This heat swelled inside me.

Ever since that angel appeared inside my bedroom, I was starting to think about women. I had eaten her angelic pussy out, and been anointed in her spicy cream that pushed out of her twat. I had behaved in her feminine passion.

Now ... Now I was finding Sable Newport’s ass to be very fetching to look at.

That was not why Zach was staring at her ass? Or was it because she...

“Is she the mistress bitch?” I asked softly.

“Nisha believes she is,” Zach answered just as quietly. “She is doing ... research. Investigating her. Trying to figure out how I can claim her.”

I nodded. That was good.

We reached Mr. Harrison’s English class, Sable Newport marching on down the hallway on her heeled boots. There click-click echoed down the hallway. Zach opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman, or a loving husband. That sent a warmth fluttering through me.

“Thank you, Zach,” I said, wanting to call him something more intimate.

He smiled as he said, “My pleasure.”

I thought about Sable Newport all through English class. I had a hard time focusing on Mr. Harrison’s lesson. Sable filled my mind. She would be one of Zach’s women. Like a concubine or something. It was a strange thing to think about.

And exciting.

King Solomon had all those women. He was infamous for it. What did those women do when their husband wasn’t around? Sleeping with another man would be adultery. But one of his other wives? One of his other women? Where had all these ... lesbian thoughts come from?

The angel.

She awakened something inside of me. Desires that I didn’t know I was capable of having. And now they burned so hot in me as I sat beside Zach in our English class. It was so hard not to squirm. Not to bite my lower lip.

My poor panties are getting so wet. I was also hard thinking about Sable and Zach. About them doing things with each other. With me. Zach would watch Sable and me doing things. Writhing together. Our bodies quivered as we climaxed.

We would shower each other in pussy juices. Then Zach would pounce on us. He would enjoy us both. Ravish us. He would pump his cock in and out of our pussies or assholes. He would flood us with his cum. He would just pump us full of all his seed.

And we would have to lick each other clean. I wondered if there was a name for that. Something dirty and filthy. Something that my mother and father would never think I could do. They were good and proper. The preacher and his faithful wife.

But me...

I would be a different sort of faithful wife. A whorish wife that did such naughty, naughty things at my husband’s command. And if he ordered me to eat out Sable Newport’s pussy full of all his cum, well, I’d have to do it.

The Lord ordered me to.

I was a ball of horny frustration when English with Mr. Harrison was over. I rose, smiling at Zach like nothing had happened. My cheeks must be so red, though. He glanced at me and smiled as if he could read my mind.

“You have PE with Sable, don’t you?” he said as he gathered his things.

“Yes,” I said, my voice so tight. “And?”

“And, I’ll see you after in Mr. Fredrickson’s Civics class,” Zach said. Gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Have fun.”

I nodded as he strode away. I grabbed my book bag and hurried after. He had to go right while I went left. My panties were so sodden. I had soaked them with my devilish thoughts. I just hoped they would come true, someday. I mean, if Sable is destined to be Zach’s...

I hurried through the school to the gymnasium. I hugged my arms about my body, beset by all the sinful passions. But if I enjoyed them at Zach’s command, was it really sinful then? I was ordered by God to serve him utterly.

I burned for that.

I burned for that so much I wanted to lick Sable’s pussy.

I entered the girls’ locker room and realized I would be getting naked stranded by a whole bevy of teenage girls. I would see them stripping off their clothes and changing into their PE garb. Thus tight shorts and tank tops we had to wear with panties and sports bras.

I swallowed as nudity was all around me, girls were doing just that. Bras came off. Breasts were bouncing free as they switched over to sports bras. I swallowed as everywhere I looked there were jiggling tits for a moment. I licked my lips and started undressing.

Then Sable appeared. I couldn’t help but glance at her when she started stripping naked. My nipples poked hard at the tops of my breasts. I watched her pull off her tight top and undo her lacy bra. She glanced over at me.

I squeaked and looked away.

Did she see me staring?

My cheeks burned as I changed into my PE garb. Maroon shorts and a white tank top. My pussy was so wet as I glanced over at Sable again. Those maroon shorts hugged her rump. She was heading out of the locker room, her ass looking perfect in them. She had long legs, too. Tall and sultry.

“We gotta get going or Coach Brunson will chew us out,” said Moira, Zach’s twin sister.

I blinked out of my thoughts. “You’re right,” I said. “I was thinking about ... your brother.”

Moira grinned at me. She was a lesbian and didn’t go to church any longer. She dressed all in this Goth manner. Even now, wearing the same PE garb as me, she still looked different. The black lipstick. The pale foundation made her skin even whiter. Just her mannerism.

She had the smirk like she knew a joke that the rest of the world didn’t.

She was a slender thing, a little shorter than me, and definitely without that great ass that Sable had. Moira and I joined the other girls, and the boys, in the gymnasium. Coach Brunson was waiting for us, his whistle around his neck.

He blew it and we lined up. I found myself behind Sable Newport. It was an accident. Mostly. I tried not to stare too hard as she bent over to do stretches in front of me. I did not want anyone to think I was gay.

But she did have such a gorgeous rump. It really was making me wet. I couldn’t help it. Once stretches were done, Coach Brunson had us running laps. I jogged behind Sable, again. I didn’t really have any friends; most of the girls were far, far too worldly. So I didn’t mind that I was alone. I was in good shape, though.

And so was Sable.

She set a pace that I had trouble keeping up with. But I did. I followed her, wanting to keep an eye on her. As I did, I lapped Moira twice, Zach’s twin not taking the class all that seriously. She did wink at me the second time, though. And licked her lips in a very suggestive matter.

She was such a strange girl.

Finally, Coach Brunson blew his whistle and sent us to the showers. I was a sweaty mess from keeping up that hard pace following Sable. I was so ready for the shower. The girls were all chatting and laughing as they filtered into the locker room. Clothes were coming off.

I pulled off my tank top as I glanced over at Sable. She was removing her bra to free her round breasts. They had such a firm jiggle to them. My pussy clenched as I pulled off my own sports bra. My big boobs bounced free.

Then Sable shoved off her maroon shorts and her panties in a single go, bending over. She thrust her rump out towards me, giving me a view of her shaved twat. She had not a bit of pubic hair on her vulva.

I licked my lips.

Sable straightened and glanced over at me. I jumped and turned away, my naked boobs smacking together. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I fumbled to take off my own shorts. I shoved my panties off, stepping out of them.

Wrapped up in my grade towel, I headed to the shower. Sable had her towel draped over her shoulder, her naked rump swaying from side to side without a hint of self-consciousness. She went for one of the back stalls. The most private part of the locker room.

I headed to the stall beside hers, the one that was in the exact corner. I took off my towel and draped it over the divider between ours. She did the same with hers. I turned on the water, the spray splashing on my boobs. I shuddered, feeling her so close.

“Now what does the preacher’s daughter like to stare at my naked body,” purred a sultry voice behind me.

I squeaked and whirled around to find Sable standing naked at the entrance to my stall. She had her hands on her hips, her firm breasts thrusting out at me. Her nipples hard. Almost accusatory as they pointed at me.

“W-what?” I stammered. “Staring at you?” I tried to laugh.

“You were staring at me,” Sable purred, this wicked gleam in her eyes. She entered my stall, stepping so close to me. “How very, very naughty. Are you a secret dyke, preacher’s daughter?”

“N-no,” I gasped. “I’m not gay. I’m dating Zach.”

“And?” Sable demanded. She took another step towards me, her round breasts jiggling. There were barely six inches between our tits now. She was so close. “I didn’t ask if you were dating a beard. I asked if you want to kneel before me and eat my cunt.”

“W-what?” I sputtered. “Of course I don’t! I’m straight!”

“Liar,” Sable said with such amusement in her eyes. “I can see how you lust after me. You’re a bitch in heat, and you want to lick my cunt and make me cum. Don’t even try to deny it.”

I shook my head. I was denying it. Because I wanted to lick her pussy. I fought so hard not to flick my gaze down to her shaved twat. I licked my lips as I salivated to discover what her pussy tastes like.

After experiencing the angel’s pussy and making her cum, I couldn’t get the idea of eating out another girl out of my mind. But I had to be a good, pure girl.

“You’re wrong,” I gasped. “I don’t—”

She put her finger to my lips and silenced me. “The only thing I want you doing with your lips and tongue is eating my pussy. Now!” That last word cracked like a whip. “Don’t piss me off. You don’t want me to be angry at you, little dyke. I’m giving you the chance to indulge that deviant, sinful desire.

“You do not want to offend me.”

I quivered. Frightened. My heart thundered so fast. What would she do to me?

“Sable, Sable, Sable,” a girl said behind her. “Are you picking on my brother’s girlfriend?”

“This doesn’t concern you, Moira,” Sable said, her voice thick with frost.

“Unless you want a repeat of last semester, I suggest you march that skank ass outta here,” Moira said. “Before I beat your rich cunt again. I wouldn’t mind punting that pussy a second time.”

Sable’s face modeled with rage. “Will continue this later, little dyke.”

Then she turned and marched past Moira standing naked outside of my stall. My boyfriend’s twin sister shook her head. She glared at Sable and muttered something that might’ve been, “stuck up cunt,” or something equally as vile.

When Sable was gone. I was standing all alone with Moira, trembling. I shuddered, hugging my big breasts. I had come so close to betraying my husband. I so had wanted to fall to my knees and eat out Sable, but he hadn’t told me to do that.

“Thank you,” I croaked. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“She’s a bitch,” Moira said. “And, hey, your family.”

“Family?” I asked, my heart beating.

“Yeah, you’re my brother’s secret wife.” Moira smiled, her black lips twisting with something wicked. But not dominating and malicious like Sable. This was more ... mischievous. Like what a fairy from mythology would.

“I’m just his girlfriend,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “I mean, marriage is what I hope to have. I want to be his wife.”

“Naw, you came over in the middle of the night. He told me all about last night.” She grinned. “How the angel consecrated you with her pussy juices. How you snuck into the trailer and lost your virginity to my brother.”

My cheeks burned. How did she knew all that?

She leaned in close. “He told me you were a dirty, dirty girl in bed. Anal? I’m impressed. And you’re a dirty girl right now, aren’t you?”

I swallowed. “He really told you what we did last night?”

Moira nodded. “We’re twins. We don’t have secrets from each other. And I know that you’re a dirty, dirty girl with a wet cunt. You’re soaking wet right now, aren’t you?”

“What, no!” I gasped, my cheeks burning as my wet pussy clenched.

“Well, let’s just find out,” Moira said and fell to her knees before me. Before I knew it, she had grabbed my hips and thrust her head between my thighs. She stopped right before my bush and inhaled. “Yum!”

“Moira!” I gasped as she pressed her face into my blonde bush. “What are you doing?”

“Eating your pussy,” moaned Moira. “That hot, wet, juicy cunt that my brother fucked last night. He popped your cherry, so I can now do ... this!”

She thrust her tongue into my pussy. My eyes widened as I felt her wiggling about in my snatch. I quivered as she caressed the walls on my twat, stroking me and sending naughty pleasure rippling through my body. This could not be happening.

But it was. Moira licked my pussy as the other girls showered around us. We could get caught. And that would be bad. It would ruin my reputation and destroy my usefulness as being the “good girl” that Zach needed me to appear to be.

“Moira,” I whimpered, not wanting to attract attention. We were back in the corner where no one could see us, but... “You can’t do this. I can’t be caught in a compromising position.”

But Moira just ignored me. She kept licking and lapping at me, stroking my pussy lips with her naughty tongue. Pleasure rippled through my body everywhere she touched me. I whimpered, my big boobs jiggling. This felt so good.

I remembered eating the angel’s pussy, licking her slit. How wonderful it was to eat a woman out. And now a woman—a girl—was doing the same to me. This was lesbian sex, and it felt so good. Different from what Zach gave me.

I couldn’t fight it. I wanted to, but my body was too weak. His twin sister fluttered her tongue up and down my slit, brushing my labia and clit. The pleasure rippled through me, feeding this pressure that grew and grew in my pussy.

“Moira,” I groaned.

“Mmm, you have a yummy pussy, sis,” Moira purred.

“Sis?” I gasped as her tongue thrust into my pussy. “My sister. Not yet.”

“You’re already married to my brother,” Moira said. “You might not be ‘official,’ but that makes you my sister. And since I like to have sex with my brother, it only makes sense that I would have sex with you, too.”

“You like to have...” I shuddered as her tongue licked at my pussy again. Then I hissed in a whisper, “Sex with your brother?”

Moira winked at me as she feasted on my cunt. They’d had sex? They were brother and sister. Twins. Oh, Lord, Zach had mentioned that there would be things he would ask me to do. Depraved things. I had agreed.

Incest?

That was depraved.

I trembled, trying not to moan out loud as showers hissed around us. The other girls were getting clean as Moira devoured my pussy. We could get caught, which made this even hotter. I was risking my reputation as a good girl.

I could be soiled by what Moira was doing. Outed as a lesbian who cheated on her boyfriend with his twin sister. It was so wrong. This made her tongue stroking through my folds feel so good. She knew what she was doing. She ate me.

Licked at me. Lapped at me.

I knew she was a lesbian, and she proved it by how she gave me such pleasure. Her tongue just knew where to stroke me, sending waves of delight through me. It wasn’t as good as her brother’s big dick fucking me, it was still wondrous.

I quivered, my big boobs swaying back and forth as I grabbed the back of her head.

I couldn’t help but hold her mouth to my pussy. To rub my furred muff on her lips.

I humped against her, my hips moving as her tongue fluttered over my labia. She licked and lapped at my cunt, brushing my clit. Sparks burst from that naughty bud and showered through me. It was so hard not to moan louder. To squeal out in delight.

My orgasm built and built inside of me. I came closer and closer to bursting inside of me. I ground my teeth together, fighting against my moans. My shouts of lesbian rapture. Her tongue swirled around my clit.

I would burst and shower her in my cunt cream.

There was no stopping it now. Moira’s tongue swirled around my clit. I bucked, my big boobs bouncing as the pressure in my twat swelled and swelled towards that bursting point. I whimpered into my hand clamped firmly over my mouth.

She nibbled on my bud with her soft lips.

I exploded.

Lesbian rapture swept through my body. Sinful, homosexual bliss bathed my mind. It was a different sort of orgasm than the ones that Zach gave me. I squealed into my hand, stars bursting across my vision as my thoughts drowned in ecstasy.

Moira kept licking and lapping at my cunt. Her tongue dragged through my folds, the pleasure making me shudder. My eyes rolled back in my head I trembled, my big boobs swaying back and forth. It was so intense and delicious.

“Goddamn, you’re so yummy, Susannah,” Moira moaned into my cunt.

She thrust her tongue into my writhing snatch. She swirled it around as my pussy writhed. I shuddered, the pleasure swirling over my thoughts. I quivered as I hurtled into the rapture skies. As high as I could soar on the wings of ecstasy.

Panting, I descended back to earth. My orgasm died into euphoria. I let my hand fall from my mouth as Moira stood up. She had a big grin on her lips as she cupped my face and kissed me. Her lips tasted of my pussy.

I groaned and dueled my tongue with hers. I loved kissing her. She had such soft lips, and the taste of my cunt cream on them only made this wickeder. My big boobs pressed into her small chest. I felt dizzy from all the heady bliss.

She broke the kiss and said, “Welcome to the family.”

I just panted and nodded as she turned on the shower. I gasped as the cold water splashed on my back. Then it quickly warmed up as she left my stall behind to enter the one beside it. I turned around, feeling stunned.

I turned the shower on and washed in a daze. I felt so good for my lesbian orgasm. I couldn’t believe my husband’s twin sister had made me cum. When he had mentioned fucking his sister as a test of my commitment, I never thought he was serious.

But Moira seemed to know too much not to be having sex with her twin brother.

With my Zach.

I soaped my big breasts, my nipples still so sensitive from the orgasm. I shuddered as I ran the green bar over my nipples. I whimpered, washing down my stomach. I was still so dizzy. This was so wild.

I kept washing my body, the bar of soap sliding over my skin. The warm water splashed on my body as the locker room grew quieter and quieter. I heard the tardy bell ring. I was late for my next class.

I grabbed my towel and hurriedly dried my body. I dressed with my skin still wet, pulling on my conservative clothes. There was no PE class using the locker room right now, which was a good thing or I would be getting weird looks right now.

I darted out of the locker room and hurried through the empty halls. I raced towards my Civics class with Mr. Fredrickson. I ran up the stairs and reached the door. I opened it slowly and slipped inside, everyone’s heads whipping around to stare at me.

“Sorry, Mr. Fredrickson,” I said. “I got held up in PE.”

“That’s fine, Miss Augustine,” he said, waving his hand. “Open your book to chapter seven.”

I sat down beside Zach, my cheeks burning. He gave me a surprised look as I squirmed in my seat, my pussy burning hot. I was getting wet again. I would have to tell him what his sister did to me. I would have to admit that I was so weak that I allowed her to eat me out in the middle of the girls’ locker room.

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