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And I loved the pleasure she stirred through me.
"You wonderful slut," I moaned as my fingers dug into her butt-cheeks. My hips humped into her hungry mouth. My orgasm crashed through me. I bucked beneath her. She nuzzled and moaned into my pussy, licking and rubbing my clit.
My lips latched onto her clit. I sucked hard as the pleasure rushed through me. Desiree moaned into my cunt as I nipped and groaned about her sensitive nub. Her hips moved, smearing her hot flesh across my mouth.
"Mi Reina, thank you," gasped Desiree as her juices flooded my mouth. I made my slut cum.
"You're welcome," I moaned. "You've earned it, slut."
"I'm so happy you and mi Rey rescued me from my dull marriage to Brandon."
"Uh-huh," I panted as the slut rubbed harder on my clit. Her circling fingers stirred my nub and sent pleasure bursting through me. I bucked and shuddered on the floor. My juices gushed into her hungry mouth.
My back arched. My vision fuzzed as the orgasms kept rippling through me I screamed out my bliss into Desiree's cunt. My pussy spasmed as my juices flowed. Desiree licked and nuzzled, gathering all my delights.
"No more," I groaned, my pussy too sensitive. "You wonderful slut, you wore me out."
"Good," she giggled. "Alison's been schooling me."
I smiled, picturing Alison's enthusiastic teachings. The pair made a wonderful couple. I was so happy Desiree proposed to Alison. The joy in our first slut's eyes as Desiree knelt to propose made my heart almost burst.
Desiree rolled off of me and extended a hand to help me up. My legs were unsteady. I glanced at Mark. He still fucked April's tight ass. The nerdy brunette shuddered, her glasses slipping off her nose as she writhed on the table.
"Cum in my ass, Master," April begged. "Then Violet can lick your cum out."
"Oh, yes, Master," Violet moaned, the naked schoolgirl rubbing at her pussy as she sat on a chair.
I walked up to Mark as he pumped away. We shared a kiss, his tongue flicking across my lips to enjoy Desiree's cunt. My hand stroked down his back to his ass. I gave him a squeeze as I broke the kiss. "I have to put on my face," I said. We had to leave for the funeral soon. "Mark, don't play with the sluts too long. You have to get ready, too."
"I'll try not to." He flashed me that boyish grin that always made me smile back. Then he slammed into April's ass and came hard.
* * *
Mark Glassner
I watched my fiance stride from the room. I pulled my dick out of April's ass. Violet's mouth replaced my cock, sucking my cum from April's bowels. My dick ached at the naughty sight. I looked around the room, wondering who I should fuck next.
Unlike Mary, I didn't need as much time to get ready.
Alison had entered the room and licked Mary's juices clean from her fiancee's lips. Alison's engagement ring glinted on her hand as she made out with her fiancee. Desiree's nut-brown hands roamed Alison's nubile body as they shared their love.
"Master," Lillian purred, flashing me a sultry look from across the table.
My goth slut was naked. She had gathered her black hair, streaked with blue and purple highlights, into a pair of fetching pigtails. On Violet, pigtails made her look like an innocent, young schoolgirl, but on Lillian it made her seem like a naughty Lolita looking to seduce any man who came her way.
All it took was my smile, and the slut knew just what to do.
Lillian stood, walked around the table, and bent over before me, exposing her shaved cunt. The tart aroma of her arousal perfumed the air. I ran a finger through her swollen vulva and gathered her juices. I brought my finger to my lips and savored her delight.
"Where should I fuck you, Lillian?" I asked, running my finger through her slit again. "In your cunt?" I shoved my finger into her pussy, bringing a soft moan from her lips. "Or your ass?" I pulled my sticky finger out and shoved it up her ass.
She was as tight as April had been. My dick throbbed. Maybe I was in an anal mood this morning.
"Oh, Master, I don't care!" she moaned, her pigtails swaying about her shoulders. "I only care that my slutty body makes you happy."
"Good girl," I answered as I ripped my finger out of her asshole. I licked her sour musk clean, savoring the taste of her ass.
I rubbed the tip of my hard cock against her puckered asshole and shoved it in. Lillian gasped in pain and smiled back at me as I stretched her anal ring wide. Like April, she could take my cock. I slammed into her hot depths, loving the shuddering moan that escaped her lips as I savored the hot, tight grip of her bowels.
"Oh, fuck my slutty ass as hard as you want, Master!" she gasped. I drew back and shoved it in again. "Oh, thank you, Master! I love it when you fuck me."
"Because you're my slut." I smacked her ass. "I own you."
"Yes." Her bowels gripped my dick. "I'm your slave, Master. Use me. Fuck me. Dump your cum in me. I just want you and Mistress to be happy."
Her words spurred my hips to fuck her hard and fast. I enjoyed her tight, velvety ass. The friction ignited bliss in my cock. The pleasure rushed through me while the table rocked. My balls slapped against her taint. I savored the sound.
April moaned nearby, her hips writhing as Violet cleaned up my cum. The nerdy girl shuddered on Violet's mouth. The schoolgirl's pigtails swayed about her shoulders as she plunged her tongue deep into April's asshole.
It was such a hot sight.
"That's it. Clean my cum from her asshole, slut," I growled, slamming my dick even harder into Lillian. She grunted and groaned, her bowels gripping my dick. "Eat her ass, Violet. Suck out every drop of my cum from her filthy bowels."
"Oh, she's doing it, Master," panted April.
"Of course she is," groaned Lillian. "She's a slut. We live to please you, Master. Oh, fuck, yes. Your cock is amazing. Keep fucking me. Slam your dick into my ass. Oh, shit, yes. So good. I'm pleasing Master."
"You are, slut," April moaned. "I loved it when he fucked my ass."
"God, what a wonderful bunch of sluts you are," I groaned, the pleasure racing up my cock. The friction burned hot through my body. I tossed back my head. "Keep fucking your hips back. Make me cum, slut."
"Yes, Master," Lillian panted.
The friction grew the pressure in my balls. Every stroke through her tight bowels brought me closer and closer to exploding in her. I gripped her hips, grunting when my groin smacked into her pale ass. Her butt-cheeks rippled with every stroke.
Lillian shuddered. She arched her back and rolled her eyes. She gasped and moaned. Her hips undulated, and she clenched and relaxed her bowels. Her pigtails flew through the air as she tossed her head, screaming out her pleasure.
"Yes, Master!" Lillian groaned as her orgasm burst through her. She collapsed on the table, her asshole writhing about my dick. "My slutty ass needs your cum! Please, Master. Oh, please, fill me up with your lovely cum!"
"You're going to get your wish, whore!" I moaned, drilling her ass harder and harder.
Her velvety bowels massaged my dick. The pleasure erupted from my cock. Cum flooded the slut's ass. I slammed into her and shuddered as the hot rush of bliss shot through me. I groaned through my teeth as the pleasure fuzzed through me.
"Thank you for cumming in me, Master," panted Lillian, her voice thick with pleasure.
"You're welcome, slut." I pulled my dick out. Lillian's asshole gaped open. My cum leaked out, trickling down to her dripping cunt.
I turned to see doll-faced Korina, her arm in a sling, and her big, blue eyes shining with lust. Wordlessly, she knelt down behind Lillian and spread her asscheeks. Korina licked up my cum leaking out of Lillian's. Korina sealed her mouth around Lillian's asshole and sucked, desperate to get every drop of her Master's cum like a good slut.
I patted her on the ass. "That's a good slut."
Korina shivered and wiggled her hips as she kept tonguing Lillian's ass.
My cock was hard and dirty with two sluts' asses. I needed to clean my dick. I surveyed the dining room, wondering who to fuck next. Desiree sat in a chair, her legs spread wide while Alison licked noisily at her cunt. Alison's slim ass and tight slit was pointed right at me. Strawberry-blond Fiona and busty, petite Xiu kissed hard. April and Violet now scissored their cunts together, humping happily as they played with their budding breasts.
"Alison," I purred, moving to my first slut. The nympho who begged to be mine. I knelt behind her and rubbed my cock against her cunt. "My dick's dirty with Lillian's and April's asses."
"Then you need to fuck my cunt," Alison moaned from between Desiree's thighs. "My pussy is so wet. It'll wash your cock clean."
I slammed into her sopping cunt. Alison kept licking Desiree's snatch while wiggling her hips and moaning her pleasure. Her cunt had tight, hot grip on my dick. I slammed it deep into her, washing the sluts' asses off inside Alison's sweet twat.
Desiree gripped Alison's bubble-gum pink dyed hair as the Latina humped her face into Alison's mouth. "Fuck her dirty cunt, mi Rey! The little slut needs a dick up her snatch all the time!"
"Yes, she does," I groaned. I couldn't see Alison's tattoo on her pudenda, but it read "Cum on In" with an arrow pointing right at her dirty snatch. "Damn, Alison, wash my cock clean with your cunt."
"Yes, Master," Alison panted between moans.
I closed my eyes and savored her juicy cunt. She was tight. My strokes were hard, my balls smacking into her clit. Desiree shuddered and squirmed on Alison's mouth. The Latina's big, bountiful tits jiggled as she squirmed on Alison's pierced tongue.
I knew how wonderful that piercing felt on my cock. And Desiree clearly loved it.
I smacked Alison's asshole. "Make your fiancee cum, slut. I want to hear Desiree scream out loudly."
"Oh, yes," agreed Desiree, her fingers tightening in her hair. "Yes, yes, yes. Oh, mi Sirenita is going to make me orgasm!"
"Then cum, whore," I growled as I pounded Alison's cunt hard.
Desiree's eyes rolled back in her head. She shuddered and shook in the chair as her orgasm rolled through her. Alison moaned in delight and drank down the flood of juices from her fiancee's cunt. The slut shuddered, her pussy clenching down on my dick.
Alison came hard.
"Thank you, Master," she moaned, her words muffled by Desiree's snatch. "Cum in me."
"Yes, mi Rey," moaned Desiree, licking her lips. "Then I can lick her clean."
I grinned and kept fucking Alison, enjoying the pleasure of her cumming pussy massaging my cock. Desiree shuddered again. Alison kept licking her fiancee. Giving Desiree one orgasm wasn't good enough for Alison.
Desiree shuddered again. Her big breasts heaved. The chair creaked as her legs spasmed. Alison slammed her hips back into my strokes. Her hands reached up and pinched Desiree's brown nipples and kneaded her bit tits.
"Oh you delicious whore," Desiree moaned. "Oh, how I love mi Sirenita!"
My orgasm approached as Desiree bucked on Alison's hungry lips a second time, her large breasts heaving as her body shook and she screamed. Alison looked up and flashed me a wicked grin, her face smeared with pussy cream.
"I think your cock is clean, Master," Alison purred. "Cum in me. Unload your balls. I know you need your release."
"Mi Rey is always horny," Desiree panted, her eyes closed, a huge smile on her lips.
"Uh-huh," Alison smiled, her pussy clenching on my dick as she licked her lips, her tongue stud flashing at me.
"You fucking slut," I groaned, the naughty sight shooting right to my balls. "Fuck, you have a tight, slutty cunt!"
My cum erupted into Alison's hungry cunt. The pleasure boiled out of me. I groaned and grunted. I buried into her depths and savored her tight, juicy snatch. My dick throbbed with each blast of cum. The pleasure beat through my veins.
I was ready to go. I had an orgasmic high to last me all day.
"Oh, thank you for cumming in my pussy, Master!" Alison sighed.
"You're welcome," I panted as I pulled out of her cunt.
Before I left the kitchen, Desiree had her face buried into Alison's snatch, licking up my cum. I grinned as I headed upstairs to get ready for my dad's funeral. I walked into the master bedroom and found Mary standing before the sink in our bathroom applying her makeup.
"Damn," I said, admiring her lingerie.
She smiled as my eyes looked over her. She wore a matching clothes, all black: lacy bra that cupped her perky breasts, and a garter belt that held up a pair of sheer thigh high stockings. Over the garter belt she wore a flimsy pair of panties. Her panties could come off, but the stockings would stay on.
Mary knew I liked a woman in stockings.
"I laid out your clothes, Mark," she said, not looking at me as she carefully applied her mascara.
Mary was beautiful without makeup on, but she became just gorgeous with it. "You're so beautiful, Mare."
She smiled, her lips shiny red.
Chapter Three
With a heavy heart, the Living God laid to rest His earthly father. The God learned much from His father, and through grief was love tempered. The time fast approached for the Living Gods to reveal their love to the world.
--The Gospel of April 27:01-02
Mary Sullivan
Mark dressed in the dark slacks and the white, buttoned-down shirt I laid out for him. When I walked out of the bathroom, he pulled on the dark-gray suit jacket while I pulled out the most conservative dress I owned--the skirt falling to my knees and the neckline only showing off a hint of my cleavage. Since I met Mark, it was the most amount of clothing I had warn.
I had gotten used to be naked even out in public. Which was such a rush, but I wanted to be respectful to Mark.
As Mark clipped on a black tie, I donned the diamond earrings he bought me followed by the heart-shaped locket with a rose sculpted on the front. It was my favorite piece of jewelry beside my engagement ring. Mark smiled at me again.
I loved his hungry eyes.
"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arms. He was avoiding thinking about his dad. They had a... complicated relationship.
We headed downstairs and found Mark's younger sister Antsy waiting. She wore a simple, ebony dress, her black hair done up in a plain braid. "Hey, bro," she said, a little sad. "I... Christ, I still can't believe Dad's dead."
"I know," Mark said, his demeanor changing, his face growing soft. He went to his sister and hugged her.
Antsy buried her face into his chest and her body shook as she cried. Mark soothed her and stroked her hair. Pain shone in his eyes, but I wasn't sure if it was grief for his dead dad or grief over his sister's. I walked up to him and stroked his back.
"God, I'm a mess," Antsy said. "He was an abusive prick who made mom miserable, and yet..."
"I know." Mark took a deep breath. "We should get going."
Antsy nodded.
We left in Mark's Mustang, Antsy sitting in the back. Mark's mom didn't come. But she watched us leave, her face red with tears. She had loved her husband once before he became abusive. I think she may have loved him when she pulled the trigger on the shotgun and killed him. But Sandy just hated her husband more than she loved him by then and she wanted to protect her new lover, Betty.
Mark, with our bodyguard escort, didn't speed on the way to the funeral home in Parkland, where both our families were from. It was a quiet drive. Mark stared straight ahead while Antsy stared down at her small purse clutched in her hands.
The funeral was held in small room a few rows of pews before the plinth and a simple urn containing Mr. Glassner's ashes. A huge photo of the man, from when he was young and still fit, set on an easel. Only a few people showed up for the funeral. Mark didn't know them all except a few.
"Hey, Uncle Aaron," Mark said to a man that was clearly his dad's brother. "Hi, Aunt Dee."
"So sorry for your loss," Dee said, then glanced at me while Antsy hugged her Uncle and cried more.
I put on a friendly smile as Dee's eyes lit up. I swallowed. My wish for every woman to be attracted me didn't seem all that appropriate at the moment. But there was nothing I could do about it except not take advantage of Mark's attractive aunt.
"This is Mary, my fiancee," Mark said.
"I've seen you both on TV," Dee said. "I still can't believe that's Mark causing all those problems."
"Don't believe everything you hear," I lied. "Mark hasn't done anything wrong. Everything he does is right."
"Of course it is. He's a good boy." Dee gave me a friendly hug. "Besides, a pretty girl like you wouldn't get mixed up with a bad guy."
"That's right," I nodded. Mark wasn't bad, just horny. And so was I. So what if we used our powers to satiate our desires? The sluts were all happy, and so was every woman we enjoyed. Even Dee would be happy if I whispered the right words into her ears.
I broke the hug though. "We should take our seats," I said. "I think it's starting."
A minister had appeared at the podium. Dee blinked and nodded before she let her husband lead her away. I took Mark's arm again and we found seats with Antsy up front. I crossed my legs and swallowed.
I hadn't been to a lot of funerals.
* * *
Mark Glassner -- Parkland, WA
The minister stepped up to the podium in his black shirt and starched white collar. He opened a thick bible and read from scripture. I didn't hear a word he said. I was lost in memories of dad before he hurt his back. Then he had been a real father and not the drunken asshole he became. He used to smile and laugh. He and Mom were happy, like a husband and wife should be.
I glanced at Mary, studying her. She reached over and took my hand, giving me a squeeze. I would never turn into my father. I would never hurt my filly and drive her away from me. My father had turned into a terrible man.
I had to be the opposite.
Mary's hand squeezed mine. Tears beaded in my eyes. She pressed her shoulder against mine. It was a slight movement, but I enjoyed the comfort she gave me. I squeezed her hand back and looked at my father's urn.
He was dead. I would never see him again. I hated him for so long. I could have stopped him from ever hurting Mom again. If I had acted, she never would have to live with the guilt of pulling the trigger and putting him down.
"Would anyone like to say a few words about David Glassner?" the minister asked, his words cutting through the fog of my thoughts.
Before I knew what happened, I stood. I didn't know why I walked to the podium. I hadn't planned on saying anything. I reached it, resting my hands on the polished wood, and paused, trembling before the few mourners who had cared enough to attend.
Then my eyes turned to the urn. The words spilled unbidden from my lips. "Dad, you were an abusive drunk. An asshole to Mom, to me, and to Antsy. But you weren't always like that. I remember the time I helped you replace a doorknob. It must have made the job take twice as long. My hand was almost too tiny to hold the screwdriver. I had to strain to twist the screw in.
"But you didn't get mad. You put your hand over mine and helped me twist. We drove in the screws one by one together. When we finished..." I smiled at the memory of my dad's hand rubbing my head when we finished. "When we finished, you told me I was good boy for helping you out. So, Dad, I forgive you. Wherever you are."
I was close to crying as I walked from the podium. I marched down the aisle, my back straight. I couldn't stay in here. I had to get away. I reached the double doors at the end of the small chapel. I burst through it, sucking in ragged breaths. I leaned against the wall, my fist clenching.
My father was dead.
