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The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 01

By: GeneraZ



The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)

Chapter 1

Jenn quickly applied a coat of her maroon lipstick, then began to more carefully work her mascara into her long lashes. She capped the little bottle and took a good look at herself in the bathroom mirror: Soft dark brown hair, naturally wavy, tied back into a ponytail. Light skin, unblemished. She could have done a better job with the makeup, but time was tight -- she had to catch the bus or else she would be late to work again.

It looked like she was ready to leave... but something was still left undone. She had an itch that needed to be scratched. She fished the elongated object out of her purse and made her way back to her bathroom. She gave it a quick blast of warm water, a little scrub with soap and a rinse.

Its name was 'Diana'. It even said so, in letters roughly inscribed into the surface with a switchknife. With a libido such as her own, it was easily Jenn's most prized private possession. Many a time had she staved off her desires with that metallic pink shaft: nine inches long and thick enough to always be a snug fit. With fresh batteries it was quite a treat indeed. It was the perfect toy for her.

Chances were she was going to miss that bus if she put it to use, but there was nothing worse than showing up for a long Friday night shift horny and unsatisfied. It really made it hard to concentrate. Some things just had to be done. Shame she'd left it so late.

She unzipped her snug jeans and slid them down her slender legs, her black thong joining for the ride. Wasting no time she dropped onto her desk chair and started to rub her clit. She was already a little wet, but once she started those well practised circular motions she was really raring to go. She slid Diana in slowly, her natural lubrication easing the thick object inside, and began to pump it in and out of herself. It felt so familiar, so right. Diana was the perfect size for her. 

She continued to rub at her clit as she nudged the tip of that dildo against her G-spot. With a shiver of pleasure she shut her eyes, her head lolling back against the chair. She turned the knob at the base of Diana, and with a warm hum it began to vibrate, sending more shivers up her spine. She only used the vibrating function when she was in a hurry; typically she liked to take her time and work it manually, to make it feel like the real thing.

She worked that vibrating toy in and out of herself, sighing softly. She could feel the hint of her oncoming orgasm, and not a moment too soon! She brought it out a few inches and angled it upwards, pushing it into her G-spot once more. As it buzzed against her most sensitive place she worked her clit steadily, and within moments she was cumming. 

"Mmmmh," she moaned, languidly smearing a hand across her cheek. Her moisture spurted softly, wetting her finger tips and dowsing Diana. With a final sigh her arms dropped to her sides and she lay there, breathing deeply as she waited for herself to regain the will to get up and leave. Not bad, considering how quick she'd been.

She finally got off of that chair and lazily dragged her thong and jeans up her legs, dropped Diana back into her purse, and started on her commute.

Chapter 2

In her indulgence Jenn had missed her bus and arrived in the next one, fifteen minutes after the start of her shift. She was running as fast as she'd dare without the support of a sports bra as she closed the distance between the bus stop and her work.

"Jenn, right on time as always," her manager gruffly barked. "We're gonna be swamped and Trish has been covering your section. She just seated a party of six. Now go get changed and get your butt out there."

"Sorry, yeah... okay," Jenn mumbled as she went straight to the women's staff washroom.

It was a quick change as she'd already left her apartment in the intended bra and tank top. She undid her jeans and shimmied out of them, then slid the blue miniskirt up her legs. She wrapped the belt which held her pen, notepad and change around her hips, then stepped into her knee-high platform boots. After checking herself in the mirror and confirming that she looked sufficiently good she stashed her purse in her locker and headed out into the dining room.

Pretty though she was it wasn't mainly her face that got her her tips. She'd been blessed with a body that was sinfully curved in all of the right places. Her bottom swelled out after a thin waist, to give way to sexy thighs and long slender legs. And to cap it all off, her bouncy set of breasts were hoisted high beneath her black tank top by her bra, an impressive 34DD. It was a slutty getup for sure, but this was serious business. On a weekend night she and the other waitresses would each easily make hundreds in tips. She was having no problems paying her way through school.

As it always was after five on a Friday, the place was starting to bustle. More beautiful women in blue miniskirts and boots stalked about, taking orders of beer and wings as sports played on flat screen televisions. 

"Jenn, your party of six is over there," Trish hurriedly exhaled as she pointed out the table. "I just seated them, so you can start with drinks."

"Right, thanks. And thanks for covering me, I'll get you back sometime."

"Sure you will," the girl said sarcastically. With a flick of her auburn hair she was gone to take another order.

Jenn surveyed that table: All female, most of them probably not over twenty five. Not exactly the sort of table that usually tipped well. She made her way over.

They were quite a loud bunch, cackling at each others jokes and playfully slapping each other even as Jenn arrived. "Welcome to Max's Wings and Ribs. Can I start you off with any drinks?" She took a look at the six ladies. They were a motley assortment, and the only common thread being that they were all very attractive. If they waited the same tables as Jenn they'd easily make as many tips as she did... yet the blonde haired girl sitting at the furthest corner of the table was the only one to make any significant impression on her. She was absolutely gorgeous, like some archetypal sexified image of the perfect woman. She wore a close fitting white baby-tee, and the outline of a pink bra could be discerned under, holding a round pair that dwarfed Jenn's own impressive set. Despite the size of that chest she looked trim and fit. She was surrounded by all of the others, as if she were the centre of attention. 

As Jenn's brown eyes met the blonde's green ones she had a moment of faint recognition. Not a moment after did realization dawn on Jenn, and it hit her hard. A wave of heat swept over her as old forgotten feelings returned... it was an overwhelming rush which she was completely unprepared for, making her heart beat faster and her legs tremble. She couldn't tell if the blonde knew who she was, for her gaze was unreadable. 

"Jenn," the blonde said, a wide grin creeping over her face. "Jenn Albrook..." So the blonde recognized her.

"Diana," Jenn breathed, her voice suddenly a weak croak. "Ah, Diana," she repeated more clearly.

"Wow, look at you! All grown up. I thought I'd run into you someday. I just moved here half a year ago."

"Oh, yeah... you don't say." Jenn's cheeks flushed, and she was a little tongue-tied. She found her eyes flitting back down to that chest. Yeah, I'm not the only one that did some growing...

Before conversation could continue one of the other girls interrupted, caring little for their surprise reunion. "We're just having drinks. I'll have a sangria," said the girl, a rather prissy looking one with shoulder length brown hair.

Jenn snapped back to reality and turned her face down to her notepad. "Hmm, alright..."

"Pint of Guiness," said the lighter brown haired one next to her. She had tattoos on her arms, a stark contrast to the rathy preppy look of the girl who first ordered.

A cold sweat was developing on Jenn's brow. She was finding it hard to concentrate, and sensing Diana checking her out in her peripherals as she took the others orders wasn't helping. She had to ask the last one, a woman who must have been ten years older than the rest, to repeat herself. Words were simply no longer registering. 

"Alright, I'll have those in a jiff," she said. At her station she punched in their drinks, then she left for the staff area in a hurry. She needed to gather herself back together. Maybe a breath of fresh air, or a cool glass of water. Or...

She opened her locker and grabbed her purse, then headed straight for the womens staff washroom.

Chapter 3

Jenn sat herself on that toilet and frantically fished through her purse. Her fingers wrapped around 'Diana', that wonderful tool which had been named after the beautiful goddess whose entourage was waiting for drinks out in the dining room. Setting one booted leg on the door of that bathroom stall, she dropped her purse and immediately plunged Diana deep, pushing the thin strap of her thong out of the way. It was an easy entry thanks to the profuse wetness of her reaction to their reunion.

Diana Dennis... I can't believe you're here. Oh, god...

She shut her eyes and reminisced on all the things they had shared when they were younger. After seeing her again the old feelings and images were so clear. Ever since the day they said goodbye, when Jenn and her family had to move to the other side of the country, she'd clung dearly to her memories of their times together. Now they were in a sharpened focus and she could not deny the desire she felt.

She had been with her share of men and boys since moving to the west coast, but all her relationships were fleeting. They just couldn't compare to what she and Diana had. What they had had was perfect. So she had given up on males. 

...Yet she also didn't find the thought of sexual relations with another female very exciting. In the end all she had was that nine inch long pink vibrating dildo, which was named after the first and last person to ever please her. 

Diana, physically speaking, was something very rare, and while Jenn didn't especially care for either men or women, she'd do anything for what she was: 'the best of both worlds'. It was a secret she'd revealed long ago to her. While they'd appeared to be best friends, they were actually much more.

It all started at fourteen when Jenn began high school. There Diana was, and suddenly Jenn Albrook wasn't the prettiest girl in the grade... not by a long shot. Diana was well ahead of the other girls in terms of how developed she was, in fact she was already able to make full grown women jealous. She was also the most intelligent person in the school, and the girls admired her as some sort of 'alpha female' while the boys placed her on a pedestal as an unattainable prize. Yet she was Jenn's, and Jenn was hers.

They were fifteen when the Albrook family moved west to Vancouver. There was nothing Jenn could do about it. It was an extremely painful experience that probably scarred her for the rest of her life. Somehow she needed Diana, in a physical sense, and it took years to recover.

Had she ever even truly healed? One could argue that she hadn't, not when every day she pleasured herself with a toy named after her. It was the closest thing she could find to her memories of the real Diana, in terms of its dimensions and feel, and she often found herself fantasizing about old times while using it.

They had spoke once on the phone after the move, but doing so was just too painful for her. She'd realized then that if she were ever to carry on with her life, she would have to cut Diana out, so Jenn intentionally didn't keep in touch with her. 

Her memories of Diana were nothing but a private fantasy until that Friday night at work. It all came crashing back in, and all Jenn could do was fuck herself silly with that vibrator in an attempt to get her head straight again.

"Damn you," she whispered as her climax approached. "Why did you have to come here? I was doing fine."

She clenched her fist and bit on one finger as her climax began. It came hard, and by the time she was done she was gasping for air, totally winded.

Chapter 4

"I already brought them their drinks, and they're paying the bill now," Trish said as Jenn rushed back into the dining room. "Now can you please handle your own section?"

Jenn nodded, feeling slightly panicked. She must have been in the washroom for longer than she thought. Looking over at that table, she could see Diana and the five other young ladies laughing and carrying on while the older woman at the table laid down a couple paper bills. Meanwhile other patrons were starting to seat themselves in her section. 

She made her way over to their table and gathered that wad of bills.

"Sorry I was away, I got tied up a bit," Jenn said.

"That's fine," said the older woman. 

"Would you like change?"

"No thanks." Despite her age the woman was easily able to hang with the other girls. She flaunted the fact with an indecently generous view of her mature cleavage, her red dress clinging to what must have been a yoga-trimmed body. Her brown hair was streaked blonde in places, and there was a wedding ring on her finger. 

"So was everything to your liking here?" Jenn said, directing her attention towards Diana. 

"Oh, sure. Quick round of drinks and a sighting of an old friend... what's not to like?" Her smile was disarming.

Jenn chuckled softly as she felt her cheeks flush. She had the impression that the other girls at that table were leering at her, examining her even, and perhaps not in the most welcoming fashion. They were tightly packed around that table, forming an impenetrable barrier between herself and Diana.

"Well we're off then. Places to go, things to do. It was nice seeing you, after all this time," Diana said with a courteous smile. The other girls were getting to their feet and sauntering over to the door. As Diana rose Jenn fought the urge to look down and search for signs of that which she and Diana once kept secret. Despite that extended session in the staff washroom she still seemed to have certain things on her mind. Her peripheral vision was sufficient for her to disappointedly note that below Diana's white baby-tee she wore a denim skirt; an item that would not highlight any of those anatomical peculiarities. 

She stepped back as they passed. Diana was the last to come, and they paused before each other, hesitating for moment. The gorgeous blonde spread her arms, and with a submissive mew Jenn came close for a brief hug. To touch Diana and smell her again, after all those years... she was swooning inside.

And then they were gone. 

***

It was the end of the night and the restaurant was closing. The waitresses were gathered at their station to count their tips.

"Oh yeah Trish, here's the tip from that party of six. Least I can do after you covered me," Jenn said as she fished out the twenty dollar bill she owed.

"Sure, thanks," she said, grabbing it without even looking up from her work.

Jenn started to sift through the rest of her bills. At a glance, she'd pulled in something in the ballpark of four hundred dollars that night... not too shabby! As she flipped through she found that somehow a little slip of paper made it in there. It was a jagged piece, torn off of a full sized sheet. She examined the writing on it:

Call me! (604) 555 -- 9276

Jenn was pretty sure she could still recognize Diana's writing... if she could, that was definitely her number. She must have slipped it in during that brief hug.

She crumpled that paper into the palm of her hand, and then in a moment of silent vulnerability held her clenched fist over her mouth. What to do with it? She could throw it away and continue as she had been after their separation, pretending Diana didn't exist, even though in her fantasies she was as real ever. It was a predictable life, free of the pain of feeling that that magical girl was out there somewhere without her. On the other hand, she could call that number, and then who knew what aches or pleasures that might bring...?

Chapter 5

Dearest Diana:

We must begin this letter with an apology. From the bottom of our hearts, we hope you can forgive us for not being a part of your life. 

You don't know who we are, and surely you love your adoptive family as you would your own flesh and blood. To you we are strangers, but if you were not aware that you were adopted, then let it be known to you that, we the writers of this letter, are your biological parents.

In our defence, it is the natural way of our kind to not personally raise a child. A child of our race is capable of raising herself, provided she has a nurturing setting in her earliest years. We made sure you did.

It's been apparent to you, I'm sure, that you are not like the other girls, or boys, for that matter. I am not merely referring to any of your most obvious physical differences. We safely assume you have always known that you are not 'human', by any conventional definitions. You have always felt that you are special, a breed apart from the rest. Indeed, there are many things about you that make you different from the others. 

Now that you have turned twelve we have sent you this letter, primarily, to explain to you just what you are. In this time of growth, it would be of immense benefit for you to understand certain things about yourself... things no one else can tell you. Some of these things you will have already realized but some you are yet to know.

First, simply to get them out of the way, the things you already know:

- You have the outward appearance and identity of a female (and might I add, if you are anything like your mother, you are beautiful beyond comparison), but you secretly bear certain male features.

- You are far more intelligent than any of the other children your age, and probably almost all of the adults you know.

- You have the physical strength to overcome situations others wouldn't dream of handling.

- You have a superior immune system, such that you have never been sick and your injuries fade quickly.

With that out of the way, we can move on to the interesting part:

- As intelligent as you are, your intellect will only expand further as you grow up. Soon you will understand life in ways unfathomable to humans. With this knowledge, the world is yours to do whatever you see fit. We pray that you use this power non-destructively.

- You are immortal. Eternal youth is yours, and while you may someday die in some accident the likelihood of that happening is rather slim. Chances are, you will live for millenia, as your mother and I will also.

If that seemed hard to believe, what follows will challenge you further, not due to its outlandishness as much as due to its... strangeness.

As you mature certain instincts will develop, in fact you may have already began to feel their influence. Those instincts are the main driving force of our race. They may have already led you to a human female companion whom you have chosen to share your secret with... one who strikes you as more worthy than any of the others. I trust you have been wise enough to keep that secret hidden if that is so. Rest assured in knowing, then, that there is no risk in her bearing any child of yours... after all, she is not of the same species. She will become very attached to you, 'mated' you might say, as would any other female human who shares your intimacy.

As you and your companion share yourselves with each other she will begin to change, to become more like you. She will become strong and more fertile. Eventually she will become an immortal female of our species, and at that point she will already be bearing your child. It may seem strange to consider now, but your instincts will drive you to have that child. It is the way of our people, for we are born as only one gender and require the human race to breed. What I have just described is the sort of relationship, between your mother and I, which led to your creation.


The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 01



Fear not though, for at your young age of twelve you lack the virility to convert any human to our species in any less than several years. So enjoy your youth while you can. 

There was once a time, long long ago, when our kind were the masters of the world, and humanity existed in a state of symbiotic cooperation with us. They served and worshipped us, and provided us with genetic stock to breed with. In return we shared with them technology, wisdom and order. Now that we are scarce humans have developed on their own, but order and wisdom are things that they still tragically lack. Some day there may be enough of us to tip the balance once more. We pray that this happens before humanity completely uses up this planet.

I hope this letter, though brief, has given you knowledge that will guide you as you become an adult. It may be hard to believe, but then maybe you already understand, that though we don't know you we love you and wish for you the very best.

From your parents, Marla and Jessica

Chapter 6

"Oh Christ, what could that be now," Erica said. She reached into her purse and pulled out her ringing, vibrating and flashing phone, then squeezed her way past the others to march off into the noisy crowd in search of an exit so she could answer it. 

With her gone, there were only four present in Diana's little group of giggling naughties. They were crammed into a comfy booth at a booming night club, and as they had been since five pm drinks were being downed steadily. Just another Friday night for Diana and her gang of beauties.

To her immediate left there was Audrey. The daughter of a wealthy businessman, she was easily the most assertive young lady in the group, as she was accustomed to getting what she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Like her father she had a keen mind for influencing and exploiting people. Her brown hair was shoulder length, skin pale and pure. On her slender body she wore expensive clothes with a business-like theme: blazer blouse and miniskirt. Her petite chest was amplified by what was a fairly obvious push-up bra, an attempt to give the world something more than her soft facial features and understated curves to admire. Someday she would be just as successful as her father, and she was dressing the part. She had one arm around Diana's shoulders, the other around those of Shelley as she led the conversation.

Shelley was the polar opposite of Audrey. She had the look of a rebel: her ears and nose gleamed with the chrome sheen of her piercings, while her arms were banded with a colourful array of tattoos. To some those features may have seemed a sabotage to her own beauty, but Diana didn't mind at all, in fact she would have had tattoos of her own to show off if they hadn't disappeared days after their application. The girl was naturally beautiful under all of it, a fact that couldn't be hidden by her plain white tank top and camouflaged cargo pants. Her hair was light brown, verging on dirty blonde, worn up in a long ponytail. She had no immediate aspirations in life; she took things one day at a time. Her chief interests were playing music with her relatively unknown metal band and, like the rest of the girls in the group, having fun. Until the day her band would catch on she was a server at a local diner in her suburban hometown.

To Diana's right there was Stacy, who was busying herself with the straw of her fruity cocktail. She was lucky she hadn't been carded, because unlike the others who were in their early twenties, she was merely eighteen years old. She looked the part too: petite, her brown hair worn in adorable high pigtails to go with her red-lipsticked look of tainted innocence. She was a pretty little vixen who'd been somehow gifted with an immense set of bouncy breasts. They were about the same size as Diana's, but on her little torso it looked as if she had a pair of balloons attached to her chest. She wore the innocent-yet-naughty look intentionally, preferring to wear things that clung to her or showed a lot of skin, as nothing gave her more pleasure than seeing males squirm. Today she wore black booty shorts while a white tube top clung to her breasts, which due to her proximity to Diana were smooshed up against the side of her own set.

After Stacy there sat Donna. She was normally the quietest one in the group, only really coming out of her shell during drunken nights such as this one. At that moment she was having a laugh at a comment of Audrey's, and Diana found herself admiring the beauty of her rare smile. She was of mixed decent, coming from a Japanese mother and a Canadian father. She possessed a fortunate combination of those two sets of genes, having the soft exoticness of the east combined with the angular elegance of a beautiful caucasian female. Like her mysterious personality she tended to wear dark things, and tonight those things happened to be a frilly black dress which hugged her beautiful curves and moderate yet perky bosom. Diana and the girls knew little about her, other than the fact that she was a student at the university and that she was a welcome part of their group, due in no small part to the liking Diana had taken to her.

What tied together such a disparate mix of personalities? It was of course that blonde goddess at the centre of the group. All the girls had lives of their own and didn't really bother to associate with each other unless Diana were around to bring them together. They were, in a quietly modern sense, her worshippers. Each one of them had had a taste of her, and now they had to coexist as they each vied for her favour.

Erica, who had left the table, was the fifth member of the group. The woman was perhaps the most different of all of them, having the look of being in her mid thirties. It did not detract one bit from her beauty though; as the housewife of a wealthy dying man, she had plenty of time to keep herself fit and pretty. She had married him young as a trophy wife, he being a grey-haired retiree, and now she had three children to care for. She was the quintessential milf, slender in all of the right places while very 'mature' in others, a fact that she readily flaunted during the few nights she could get away from the kids.

She was pushing her way through the crowd, returning to the group after taking her phone call. "I'm going to have to leave," she said. "My babysitter had an emergency and had to go home, so I've got to go watch my kids."

"WHAT??" Diana yelled. It was damned loud in that club.

"SHE SAID, SHE'S GOT TO GO," Shelley called across the table. She was the only one close enough to hear Erica. "HER KIDS."

"Whaaat?? But shiss'er designated driver," Stacy slurred.

Audrey gave a dismissive wave of her hand, "don't worry. I'll get a cab when we're done."

Erica made her rounds, bidding each girl farewell with a peck on the cheek, though when she reached Diana she dared to take her chin and tilt it up, pressing their mouths together to deliver a lingering kiss. The other girls watched, and their responses varied from amusement to stifled outrage. Diana just chuckled and licked her lips, then nonchalantly sipped at her drink as the woman left.

"So, great, the dinosaur's gone. I was afraid she was going to have us go play a round of bingo with her," Audrey said with a sneer. The other girls snickered. It was quickly becoming an inside joke that poor Erica didn't belong, as time and time again the responsibilities of her married life prevented her from enjoying the inevitable conclusions of their gatherings. They were perfectly fine with that, for one less person present meant one less person to share Diana with.

"Yeah I guess, but now we hafta pay fer our own drinks, along with the cab," Stacy said.

"Oh, nonsense... If Erica isn't buying Audrey's got plenty of daddy's money to spread around, doesn't she," Shelley said as she gave Audrey a little jab with her elbow.

"Hmph. Fat chance."

"No worries. I'll get the tab for tonight," Diana said. Her confident tone commanded their attention. "Just... make it worth my time, okay?" she added with a demure smile.

Stacy had to giggle at that, and she gave Diana's thigh a squeeze. "Oh, I promise I'll try my best for you."

Diana just chuckled and gave Stacy's cheek a pinch, while Donna had to roll her eyes. Stacy is so... overt, she thought to herself. She had her own ideas of what she'd like to happen later that night, but she had enough class to keep them to herself.

The drinks kept flowing and the girls' behaviour only became more and more depraved, with even Donna loosening up enough to openly flirt. After last call Audrey followed up on her promise to get them a taxi, and they chose to continue at her condo.

Chapter 7

Shelley felt a tap on her shoulder. 

"Hey. Shellz. Could you and Donna grab some champagne flutes from the kitchen? There should be a bottle of bubbly in the fridge," said Audrey as the group settled in to her condo.

"Ooh, champagne. Is it the good stuff?"

"The best."

"Right, we're on it. Come on, Donna."

She took Donna's arm and led her across the expansive condo, smiling amicably as they went. Shelley really was a good girl, a genuine type, and Donna appreciated her. She had a good character. If ever she saw herself hanging around any of the group, other than Diana of course, it was her.

"Geez, this place is huge. Bigger than some houses," Donna said as they made their way down the modern style floating stairs and across the tiled floor.

"Yeah, seriously though. Audrey's dad must be rich." Shelley opened up that fridge, and as promised a bottle of 'the good stuff' could be found behind various half eaten containers of chinese food and cartons of juice. "Moet. Goddamn, do you know how much this goes for?"

"Hm... I don't think I want to know," Donna said with a little chuckle. "So where are these stupid champage flutes anyway?" She was opening cupboards and finding all varieties of plates, bowls and glasses, to no avail.

FOOMP! "Whoaaa," Shelley wooped.

Donna turned to see foam spewing out of that bottle of expensive vintage. "Whoa."

"Shit, better not let it go to waste," Shelley said. She brought that overflowing bottle to her mouth and had a good swig.

"Hey, let me have some," Donna said. She came over to Shelley, who tilted the foaming vessel towards her. With a giggle Donna gulped it down. 

A couple drips spilled down her chin, so it seemed only natural for Shelley to wipe a curled finger up Donna's smooth neck. She licked that finger, then smiled at Donna as she saw how surprised she was by the rather flirtatious gesture. Only then did Donna realize that she had placed her hands rather sensually beneath Shelley's armpits to hold her close as she poured, so she wasn't the only one who was overstepping certain boundaries.

After a silent heated moment Shelley spoke: "hm... uh, the champagne flutes are in that glass cabinet over there."

"Oh, right."

Shelley was grinning and shaking her head at the amusing little close encounter she and Donna had just had in the kitchen as she started to make her way back up to Audrey's room. Donna tucked five champagne flutes between her forearms and belly and followed.

As they headed back upstairs the soft sounds of Diana moaning could be heard coming from Audrey's bedchamber. "Oh, come on," Shelley said. "They're already getting started." They quickened their pace as the sharp sound of lips wetly smacking met their ears.

Entering that room they beheld the sight of Diana and Stacy sprawled out on Audrey's humongous bed. Stacy was sleeping deeply on her side, her voluminous bust squished between her two little arms. They probably weren't going to hear from her until the morning -- she had had far too much to drink and was down for the count. Diana was wide awake though, thanks in no small part to Audrey, who was kneeling before her, having taken the opportunity to get a head start on the others. With her jacket and blouse gone she was in her lacy black bra and skirt, pretty head bobbing steadily as she tended to Diana.

"Aha, nice one," Shelley said. "Send us on errands and get her all to yourself, huh?"

Audrey just chuckled, her eyes blissfully shut as she continued to steadily suck at the tip of Diana's cock.

Shelley set that bottle of champagne down and promptly got to her knees beside Audrey, somewhat forcefully bumping her over. She immediately dipped her head low, running kisses up and down that length as Audrey continued to greedily take the lead.

"Ooh, yes... so glad you two could join," Diana purred. She'd caught sight of Donna setting those empty champagne flutes on the table beside the bed. From her vantage point Donna could see that Diana's denim skirt was hiked up around her hips, letting her shocking fourteen inch erection extend out for Audrey and Shelley. As Audrey did her best to engulf the fat pink head Shelley was lapping up all of the addictive precum that coated her.

Donna was overcome with lust at that sight, the desires she had suppressed all night finally taking over. She quickly got onto the bed, crawling over that beautiful moaning blonde to lie snugly between her and Stacy's sleeping form. Diana knew exactly what Donna wanted, turning her head to catch the exotic mixed beauty's lips as she came in to kiss her with a desperate passion.

As their tongues met Donna slid her hand up Diana's white baby tee, savouring the soft smoothness of her perfect pale skin until her fingertips bumped into the bottom of that sturdy pink bra. She placed her hand over one of those cups, trailing it all over that expansive globe with admiration. When their lips parted Diana said, "you like my big boobs, huh?"

Donna nodded, smiling dreamily.

Diana sat up and pulled off that little white shirt, then reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. "Well... show me how much you do," she said as the straps came loose. She tossed the bra, revealing a huge pair which needed no support, only the decency of cover. Her nipples were bold and perky and demanded attention once revealed, which Donna graciously gave with her lips and tongue as one of her dainty hands hefted the other breast, relishing its fullness.

Meanwhile Shelley and Audrey were still obsessively stroking and licking Diana's turgid pole, and the combined sensations of the three girls worshipping her supernaturally gifted body had her writhing with pleasure. "Oooh, yes... that is... oh my god." 

When Audrey finally let go of that thick pink head she and Shelley wrapped their hands around it, sharing a giggle and a look of awe as they observed that there was enough length for all four of their hands to grip, their thumbs not able to meet their fingers around the throbbing thickness.

Donna cracked open an eye just in time to see Shelley moving toward the head of Diana's shaft, claiming her turn for a hot mouthful of that exposed tip. In her excited state she saw it as if it were in slow motion, and in what seemed to the others to only be an instant she made her move: Letting go of Diana's nipple, she let that breast fall jigglingly back onto her slim torso as she headed straight toward the end of that member. Her tongue met the top side of the head as Shelley's met the drooling underside, and the two began to wantonly attend to her.

"Oh wow, that is hot," Diana said quietly.

"Yeah, it really is. Pair of dirty dykes." Audrey let go of Diana and took a moment to just watch. From afar it may have appeared Donna and Shelley were passionately kissing, only there was the end of a huge cock jammed between their mouths, covering their lips in glistening precum. Despite that their lips and tongues occasionally met, which they paid no mind to.

They began to stroke her length in unison, and Diana gave a muffled grunt as her cock throbbed. A burst of precum spattered over Shelley's beautiful mouth and chin. She didn't have time to lick up her prize, for at that instant she found Donna's lips pressed against hers to drink up the pearly fluid in the messiest of kisses. They fell onto the foot of the bed by sleeping Stacy's feet, unable to help themselves from passionately embracing as the euphorant aphrodisiac of Diana's goddess seed drove them over the edge.

Diana's slippery shaft was left swaying in the air when those two fell into their fit of slurping kisses. Audrey seized the opportunity of their distraction, wrapping both hands around Diana and giving her long, deep strokes as she again sucked and tongued the tip, seeking to milk out another delicious burst. 

"Ohh, fuck," Diana growled. "Damn, do I ever love having you freaks around..."

"And we love you," she replied, giving a brief break from her efforts to speak. "...can't get enough of you and this monster dick."

In a moment of inspiration Diana turned to the bedside table and grabbed those champagne flutes. She tossed them onto the bed between herself and Audrey. "Well there's going to be a whole lot of me."

Shelley and Donna were starting to come to their senses. There was nothing left to lick up. In their wanton struggles Shelley's pants had been shorn, revealing her soft white panties, which were wet from her arousal. Donna's dress was hiked up, and they both had a hand on the other, rubbing each others clits through their underwear.

"Hoo-ho-ho, god, it's coming soon," Diana warned. 

Shelley and Donna sprung to attention, assuming a position on their knees before Diana and pushing Audrey well to the left with their combined force. The three girls leaned in close as they kneeled on the floor before the foot of the bed, mouths waiting not an inch from the tip of her throbbing cock as they each got a hand on her. At once they stroked her steadily, the suspense building as Diana's huge tool attained a new level of hardness in their hands. They stared up at her in glassy eyed rapture, begging for her to give them each a blast of her cum.

Diana sat on the edge of climax for what seemed an eternity. The combined dissonance of their three competing attentions made her cock throb hard as steel and her cum boil readily, but it wasn't quite what she needed to take her over the edge. She got up onto her knees and grabbed her searing rod. "Each one of you take a glass," she commanded. They let go, still staring up at her with need. "...So we don't mess up Audrey's bed too much..."

As she began to rapidly stroke a slender hand up and down her beautiful, massive rod the girls each took those champagne flutes and held them beneath their chins. When they saw Diana's face contort with her incoming release their pretty mouths involuntarily opened. 

With an unrestrained cry of ecstasy Diana released her first blast of seed straight down the centre into Shelley's waiting mouth. The thick rope overflowed past her lips and dribbled down her chin into that glass as the tattooed girl groaned graciously. Diana then turned to her left just in time for the next surge of cum to make its way into Donna's mouth, and though she quickly gulped it down it was bigger than the first and half filled her champagne flute, messily soaking the sides of that vessel also. As Diana turned sharply to her right for Audrey she was a little late, and the beginning of that rope of cum painted Shelley's lips white on the way into Audrey's mouth. 

This continued on, the girls hungrily drinking down each of the gorgeous buxom blonde's copious spurts of fluid as it splashed against their mouths, until plenty of it lined their bellies and four and a half of the five glasses were filled. When Diana was finally done she kneeled before the girls, ventilating deeply as she gazed down at them and held her drooling, pulsing rod. 

"Audrey... undress Shelley, then yourself. Donna... come here."

As Diana proudly laid herself back on the bed Donna snuggled up against her, smiling dreamily. She had one of those glasses in her hand, brimming with searing cream. Audrey and Shelley meanwhile set down their glasses and got to their feet. They stripped each other of the remainders of their contrasting outfits, revealing Audrey's dainty pretty body and Shelley's beautiful tattooed figure. 




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 01



They turned to face the other two on the bed, where they saw Donna slowly stroking Diana's slippery shaft. It was still almost fully hard, giving just a little bend now. In her post-orgasmic daze Diana was kissing and licking the giggling beauty's face, cleaning her of the cum that stained her chin and cheeks, and they felt a pang of jealousy for the attention Donna was getting.

"What'll we have them do, hmm Donna?" she said, looking rather languid now after having climaxed so thoroughly.

Donna shrugged with another giggle, so Diana leaned in and whispered in her ear. Donna nodded with a mischievous grin.

"Shelley... lie down over there," she said as she pointed at the foot of the bed where Diana had kneeled moments before.

Shelley laid herself down at their feet, her pert C cups jiggling softly as she settled down.

"Come here, Audrey," Donna said as she leaned forward, reaching over Shelley to tilt that glass. She slowly poured thick cum on her, starting below her belly button and covering her slender hourglass figure in dripping goodness. 

Audrey knew just what those two had in mind, so she kneeled over Shelley and got to work lapping up that mess. It was a slow job, with Shelley giggling all the while at the light sensation of her tongue on her body. Audrey got every drop, though there was still a wet film shining on her skin. She got back to her feet while Shelley turned to face Diana.

"Okay, that was good," Diana said. "Now Shelley... undress Donna."

Donna's expression changed as the tables were turned on her. Shelley got up and creeped up the bed towards her with the sensual grace of a jungle cat, and as soon as she was close enough she slid her hands up Donna's thighs, gathering her black dress as she slowly brought it higher and higher. Donna lifted her arms as that lovely gown was removed and tossed to the side.

Audrey caught on fast and already had another of those glasses in her hand as Donna's little black thong was tossed to lie on the floor with her dress.

"Good, yes... Lie down, Donna. Now Audrey, pour. Shelley... lick." Diana was reaching for that bottle of champagne, looking to have an expensive drink with her show.

Audrey poured just a little bit of that pearly seed, letting into drip onto the mound above Donna's crotch. It slowly ran down on to her clit, which Shelley wasted no time in hungrily licking, her appetite for Diana's cum not yet anywhere near sated.

"Oooh," Donna moaned as she clenched her legs together. She'd never felt another girl's tongue there, and she wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"Come on, don't be a wuss," Audrey said. Diana nodded her agreement, though the only sound she made was that of her swigging the crisp champagne out of that bottle. 

Audrey poured down another dollop, which Shelley lapped up with a playful squeal. That time Donna overrode her urge to resist, letting her tongue get to every bit of that warm fluid. It tickled at first, but the feeling soon became very pleasing, as evidenced by her quiet, steady exhale.

Audrey laid on plenty more, this time thickly coating Donna's clit and lips. As Shelley busied herself Donna writhed and moaned, those hungry flicks of her tongue doing wonders to her. The pearly cream washed over her pretty little shaven pussy wonderfully, causing tingles of bliss to run up and down her spine. 

"Aha, I told you they were a pair of dykes," Audrey said. She started to steadily pour a thin stream right down onto her hungry little sex, giving Shelley a stable feed to keep her licking.

"Ohhh, god," Donna moaned. She rocked her hips gently, her motions and the flickings of Shelley's tongue letting some of that cum find its way deep into her. It tingled as it entered her core, intensifying her sensations. Bizarre fantasies of Diana's long cock plunging inside of her, spilling its seed impossibly deep into her womb, materialized in her mind's eye.

Shelley slid a finger into Donna's slit and rubbed it against her G-spot as Audrey began to drizzle down the contents of a second glass. It entered her more easily now due to that gentle penetration, and within moments the exotic little beauty was cumming all over Shelley's lips.

"Oh fuck, that's... keep going," Donna helplessly moaned. Shelley suckled on her clit roughly as she continued to rock Donna's G-spot, until the girl could take no more and started to retreat from the sandy haired beauty's mouth. She laid there gasping, hands trailing up and down her body in ecstacy as with a sly grin Shelley wiped some of that precious cream from her lip.

"Well... That was beautiful," Diana said. With a 'clunk' she set down that champagne bottle and got off the bed, and the girls turned to her to see that she was wriggling out of her tight denim skirt, pulling it off over her head as she couldn't pull it down over the huge hard-on she'd gained during that naughty little cum-play show. She tossed it on the floor and posed before them, her shaft throbbing steadily as it jutted way out, daring them to advance.

The girls gravitated towards their nude idol, ready for another go at extracting that prized liquid ambrosia.

That sort of play continued well into the night, and it wasn't until the four girls heard the taunting chirps of birds announcing the sunrise outside Audrey's window that they decided to rest.

Chapter 8

It was Sunday evening, two days since that chance meeting with Diana, and somehow Jenn's libido had gone through the roof. She'd been playing with herself almost constantly, not even bothering to leave her apartment other than for work, so the entire weekend had been a write off. She tossed that metallic pink toy across the room onto her bed, where it landed softly in front of her pillow. As cherished as the item was to her, she was sick of the sight of it.

This is all because of Diana, I know it. 

She sat at her desk, dressed comfortably in just her panties and an old t-shirt. Texts and notebooks for a class she had the next morning were scattered in front of her, unopened since the moment she'd placed them there, which was hours ago. She couldn't focus on anything when there was that persisting nagging craving. It seemed her body had imperatives of its own.

She's out there, in this city, right now. My secret ex-girlfriend... the only person I've ever needed. I cut contact with her long ago so I could move on with my life, but now she's back and it seems I can't even function. Damn her!

It was starting to look like avoiding Diana wasn't going to work any more. Jenn was already suffering, so was there still any point in pretending she didn't exist? That option went out the window the moment they ran into each other at work. She reached across her desk and picked up that crumpled ball of paper, then spread the creased sheet out on the hard cover of her textbook, taking her time to restore it to a flat state.

Jenn took a deep breath, then picked up her phone and entered that number. After a couple rings someone answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi... is this Diana?"

"Yes it is. And you are...?"

"It's Jenn. Jenn Albrook."

"Ohhh, hi! Jenn. I'm glad you called."

"Uhm... you're welcome. I mean, uh, you asked me to on that note you slipped me, so..." Jenn flushed slightly. She wasn't usually the awkward type.

"I certainly did. So are we going to get together and catch up, or what?"

"Sure. Yeah, that would be really nice."

"Okay. How's tomorrow sound?"

Tomorrow. Jenn felt her heart flutter... was it with gladness, or something else? "Okay. I have a paper to hand in, but after that I guess I'm totally free."

"Right. We could go to a place I know, down by Church and Main Street. Kind of a club, though it isn't very busy on Mondays. Unless... you're all partied out after the weekend?"

"Hah, well, actually I didn't really do anything this weekend," Jenn said as she found herself glancing guiltily at her metallic pink vibrator.

"Okay, good. Now you have a second chance. With me." Pause. "Duhm, I mean a second chance at the weekend, accompanied by me. Haha!"

Jenn's cheeks flushed. Was that a Freudian slip or just an outright tease? "Right, haha. I need it, too. Referring to weekend-type activities again... not necessarily something else. Heh..."

"Haha, right. Well I've got to let you go now Jenn. I'll call this number tomorrow... at around say, six?"

"Yeah sure, six is good."

"Great. Buh-bye Jenn."

"Bye..."

Chapter 9

- OMG, i cant believe u guys just let me sleep thru all the fun

- Well what can I say Stacy, you were totally loaded and passed out basically the minute you saw my bed.

- k whatver, so what was it u wnted 2 tell me

- Well, I kind of noticed that maybe Diana is taking a preference to Donna.

- lol really?

shes so boring

- Yeah. She gave her a lot of attention.. I won't go into too much detail. But I don't think we can have Diana playing favourites.

- unless its one of us lol

so dont invite her out anymore

- Haha... exactly. Let's start leaving her out.

I'm glad you were able to see things my way, Stacy.

- np audrey like u said, its all about the big picture

- Exactly. So apparently Shelley's band is playing a show downtown this Wednesday and Diana wants us all to come out... let's not tell Donna.

- i was gonna c other ppl wednesday

- So you're gonna miss out, again? :p

- lol no ill cancel

- I'll text you the details later.

- kk

did anyone actually have sex with her this time

- No, as usual it was all oral and stuff. Speaking for myself, she'd never actually you know... 'fit' inside me.

- ya same, way too big

maybe not for erica tho

- No I heard she and Erica tried once, and it was too big for her even. I mean it fit, but she didn't really enjoy it.

- o that sux

its nice tho isnt it

- God, is it ever.

Well I g2g, later Stacy

- bye

Chapter 10

Diana stood in front of her full body mirror, assessing the outfit she'd chosen for the night. It was a cute red dress, the sleeves long enough to just cup her shoulders. It was hard finding outfits that flattered her, as her sizable chest made most clothes drape around her, hiding her slim body and visually adding pounds. That red dress was great though, very flattering indeed as it clung to her torso so every slender curve of her could be discerned while it accommodated her vast chest. The neckline dipped low, revealing plenty of her expansive creamy cleavage, then hugged the round surfaces of the covered bottom halves of her bosom beautifully before outlining the slender hourglass of her body. It stopped flirtatiously high though, well above her mid-thigh, so she had to be careful not to reveal anything 'odd'. Under the red dress she handled that unique situation with a pair of tight fitting spandex booty shorts which held everything firmly and inconspicuously in place.

A lusciously kissable application of red lipstick matched that dress, and above that her tightly curled long blonde locks were tied into a ponytail which swung girlishly with her every movement. Upon her legs she wore knee-high leather boots, feminine yet rusticly brown.

If looks could kill she ought to have been locked in a cage when she'd dare wear such a sexy getup. She wasn't holding anything back, for tonight was the night she would be properly reunited with Jenn Albrook, her first lover. 

Six seemed like a pretty crowded number, but the thought of adding Jenn to her little harem of lovelies was just divine. When they were starting high school she was very pretty, in fact out of their entire high school she was second only to Diana... But wow, seeing her now at twenty one in that naughty little waitress getup was something else entirely. The years had been extremely kind to Jenn, gifting her with a knockout body that put the rest of her group to shame. She was more gifted than all but Erica and Stacy, and she had the advantage of youth over the former and a less outrageous set of proportions over the latter. 

Maybe it was due to all the time they'd spent together years ago... As her biological parents said in that letter she'd received at age twelve, a repeat partner of hers would become more 'fertile', like herself, as part of the process of becoming the female counterpart to what she was. Since an abundantly blessed body was something they seemed to share, perhaps that figure of Jenn's was her fault then. And it would follow then, that if she weren't being shared by five different women, the same would probably be true for whichever one of them she chose.

It was all very interesting to think about but the clock was ticking and she had a date to meet. As far as Diana was concerned quantity beat quality, so she grabbed her purse and set out with the goal of seducing another young lady into her harem.



The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 02



Chapter 11

Jenn stood in front of her mirror, looking herself over in what had become the third outfit she'd tried on that evening. Her nervousness for what the night might hold had made her indecisive. In the end she decided to go for a very casual yet somewhat enticing look, with her jeans hugging her figure nicely, showcasing her feminine curves while a bit of cleavage was displayed by her black spaghetti strapped top.

Satisfied with her mode of dress she turned to more pressing matters: her nerves. She always kept a bottle of rye handy at her desk, just in case there was need for a drink, and it was looking to be one of those times. With that bottle in hand she headed for the kitchen, where she opened up a cabinet, slammed a shot glass down on the counter and promptly filled it to the brim. She winced at the hot burn of liquor in her throat, then capped the bottle and promptly left.

***

The club was a dark, roomy place with plenty of seating arrangements at tables and in booths. There was a vast dance floor and the music was pumping, but with the exception of the DJ and bar staff there was only a handful of people there. A pair of blonde haired twins were dancing, while everyone else rather soberly hung off to the side. Such was the scene at the start of a Monday evening.

"Ah, back so soon, eh," the bartender said to Diana. She nodded and then shrugged with a smile, as if to say, 'so what if I am?' "Going to have all your girlfriends over again?" he asked.

"No... just here to meet up with an old friend."

"Oh, I see. Well they're welcome here any time. So what can I get you? Rum and coke?"

"You got it."

"Right. I'll start a tab."

From her vantage point Diana could see Jenn arriving. While the bartender prepared her drink she calmly watched as she started to wander the perimeter of the club, glancing around for any sign of her. When finally Jenn neared the bar the ever shifting lighting turned red, making the same-coloured material of Diana's dress light up like a beacon. Jenn caught sight of her then, and could be seen smiling as she closed the remaining distance between them.

"Hiii, Jenn!" Diana stepped forward and offered a huge hug that crushed their bosoms together. "Thanks for coming out. You look great." 

Jenn wrapped her arms around her, and couldn't help but notice the sweet floral scent she wore. Already she felt a rush of excitement for the blonde haired beauty. She was tongue-tied, simply staring into Diana's green eyes with a dreamy grin on her lips as she held her slender torso. "Thanks... uh, you do too." 

"Did... you miss me...?"

"Mm, yeah, I guess," Jenn said, her modesty returning as she dropped her arms to her side. "Uhm... what are you drinking there?"

"Rum and coke."

"Cool, I'll have one also."

Diana turned to the bartender and smoothly gestured at her glass. He began to prepare another drink for them.

"We can sit over there," Diana said as she pointed to one of the private booths. "It's the furthest from the speakers."

Jenn grabbed her drink. "Sure thing."

After making their way over to that booth Diana stopped and tapped her hand on the surface of the U-shaped leather couch. Usually her entire group would squeeze into that space, but tonight it was just the two of them. Jenn took her cue and hopped inside, settling herself right at at the back, where Diana herself had sat only the previous Friday night. Diana followed her in and took her place beside her, close enough that their thighs touched and their elbows bumped. 

Jenn didn't mind that close proximity at all. She figured she'd get the obligatory catch-up conversation rolling: "So Diana, what led you to move out west?"

"Oh well, you know... Finished high school, didn't know what to do with myself for a year or two. My adoptive parents told me I needed to go post-secondary or get something else happening, so I just moved instead."

"Oh. So... did you get something else happening, then? Or are you going to school here?"

"No, not even. I've just started uh, you know, buying stocks and investing and other boring shit like that. It's pretty bland but I seem to have a knack for it. My money is just making itself now."

"Wow, that's so cool!"

"Yeah, haha, I know. That doesn't mean I have much, yet, but if I keep it up I don't see myself having to work at all. Maybe I'll show you how it works sometime. So Jenn, how's life been for you, hmm? Tell me about things starting right where we left off, a few years ago."

"Okay, well, we moved here. I started going to a different high school... I dunno. It's a boring, typical story. I'm studying psychology now at the university and, as you know, waiting tables. I wasn't as clever as you, to think of some money making genius plan..."

Diana nodded. "Okay, very nice. Any boyfriends?"

"No, not really. I had one late in high school, but it was lame. Maybe a fling here or there since then, but you know, nothing's stuck. I don't think boys are for me. Or men, for that matter."

"Girls instead, then?"

Jenn shook her head, "no, not them either."

Diana nodded, cocking an eyebrow and grinning slyly as she took a sip of her drink. 

"How about you, hmm? Any boyfriends for Diana Dennis?"

"Hah," she said. "What do you think?"

"Oh, I dunno... there's probably guys out there who wouldn't mind a girl, um..."

"A girl whose dick is bigger than theirs?" Diana gave an unsuitably sweet giggle, which really broke the ice. "Yeah, I suppose, but that doesn't sound like my kind of scene."

"Uh-huh, I guess not. So... you're single then?"

"Um... yeah," Diana said with a hint of hesitation, "I am." 

This time it was Jenn whose eyebrow raised. "Right... Okay, so, which one of those girls you brought to my work are you having sex with?"

Diana's jaw dropped. "Jenn! ...None of them. I am 'having sex' with none of them," she said, making quotation gestures in the air with her fingers.

Jenn nodded slowly, displaying her disbelief with a little chuckle.

"Okay, but there might be a little fooling around, sometimes."

"Yeah, I kind of figured so. Got the vibe. I mean, they're all gorgeous, so..."

Diana sipped her drink thoughtfully. "Does that bother you?"

Jenn looked at her, surprised by the sincere direction their conversation was taking. "Why should that bother me?" She, with her private fantasies of the two of them being together just like they once were as young girls, was indeed bothered by it. But she dared not admit it.

Diana put down her drink and looked Jenn square in the eyes. "I don't know. All I can say is... Sitting here with you, like we are right now, is bringing back certain old feelings. Do you know what I mean?"

Jenn hesitated, then nodded with just the slightest tip of her head.

Diana leaned in close and lightly placed a lingering kiss on her lips. Jenn froze for a moment, but was soon to release a joyful breath. She returned that kiss with sweet movements of her lips, her hand coming up to squeeze Diana's thigh.

Their lips separated. Jenn was blushing hard, her eyes turned glassy by the sudden rush of emotions. The mood between them had completely changed. 

"Sometimes... the more things change, the more they stay the same," Diana said.

Jenn just nodded, her heart pounding with desire for the beautiful blonde from her past. She leaned in and offered a second kiss, and when it was accepted she didn't hold back. The yearning she'd felt for all those years was expressed with the deepest sincerity as her tongue searched for and found Diana's own, her hands trailing up her sides to pull her closer. 

Diana's kiss was the same as it had been when their relationship began at fourteen, as was her scent and the feel of her breath, but by the way Jenn's ample bosom mashed against Diana's even more blessed pair there was no denying that they'd matured a great deal since then. On a lustful impulse Jenn curiously brought a hand down, brushing it against Diana's lap in a manner that seemed innocent enough, though her intention was to determine if Diana had also grown anywhere else...

"Mmh," Diana murmured as she cupped Jenn's cheek. She gently pushed her away as she modestly squeezed her thighs together. "Not here," she said. This time it was she whose cheeks started to flush. "The staff knows me... I don't want to make a scene." The cleave of her breasts was rising and falling beneath her red dress, evidencing her excitement.

Jenn nodded, pulling that hand away from Diana's lap with a hint of shame. "I'm sorry... I just-"

Diana placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. "Not another word about that... until we get to my place. Come on."

They got out of the booth and settled their tab, then left the club. Diana had her purse pinned against her crotch as they went, though no one but Jenn seemed to know enough to understand just why.

Chapter 12

During their walk to Diana's building the two engaged in more friendly talk, and though at first it seemed forced the heat of the moment faded with each step until they were speaking openly as old friends again. Only once they stood at the door to Diana's apartment did they acknowledge the reason they were there -- to share something as much more. 

The mood was tense as Diana unlocked the door and turned to look at Jenn. Registering her unease, she let go of her keys and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. The keys clattered against the door. Breast to breast, she kissed Jenn's lips softly, then whispered, "do you still want to come inside?"

Jenn nodded silently. That gentle peck had instantly revived her desire. She could barely even believe that they were about to have a second chance.

"Alright. Shoes off, please."

It was a small bachelor's apartment in a lower income part of town, so it didn't look like Diana's plans for her money to 'make itself' had fully panned out yet. Nevertheless the place was kept clean and well decorated, and money hadn't been spared on comforts like her television or appliances.

Diana kicked the door shut behind them. In the privacy of her home they kissed more deeply, experimentally caressing the curves of each others bodies, freely exploring the changes their years apart had brought.

"I love what you've grown into," Diana said. She was grasping the curve of Jenn's rear as she peered down into her cleavage, and she brought a hand up to cup the side of one of her generous round breasts. "I never thought you'd be this busty, going on how you used to look. You used to barely have anything but a pair of mosquito bites going on. They're real, right?"

"Of course they are," Jenn said with a little chuckle. "Yours got huge though. What happened?"

Diana looked at her own set, a pair of oversized globes that had caught the eye of every male they passed on their way to the apartment. "Oh, well, it's not like I was done growing at fifteen." 

"Hah, yeah I suppose not."

"See, I guess, this is the other side of us, uhm, 'catching up', after all these years..."

Jenn just nodded, her hands rising up from Diana's hips to glide along her slender torso, settling them on the side of each breast. "Uh huh. You're such a... Barbie doll."

Diana giggled softly at that and started to slide her hands up Jenn's trim stomach into her tank top. "Yeah, maybe. So... show me the girls!"

Jenn rather bashfully raised her arms and in an instant that top was gone. A few locks of her brown hair were pulled out of her ponytail as Diana tossed it away, falling against her cheeks in a sultry disarray. "Mmm... you're beautiful, Jenn," Diana said as she lightly traced her finger tips up Jenn's bare sides.

"You are," Jenn corrected before she stepped forward and pulled her close again, preferring a passionate kiss to conversation. 

As they embraced Diana guided her backwards further and further into the apartment. With her free hand she began to undo her jeans. Eventually she had Jenn pinned to the wall, only a few feet from her bed. Jenn felt a rush of excitement as Diana dragged those jeans down her legs, undressing her to just her thong and bra.

Once Diana had them around Jenn's ankles she slowly rose, placing little kisses along the insides of her thighs and over her trim belly until she could lay herself against her, and again they shared a passionate kiss. Jenn could feel a difference in Diana's figure then, for her crotch was fragrantly bulging beneath her red dress with a warm mass that moments before had been carefully hidden. There was no covering it up now, and that very bold reminder of what was in store for Jenn had her flushing with desire. She couldn't help but dip a hand down for a feel. 

"Oh... oh, wow," she said, breaking that kiss. "Um... you must have grown down there, also." She was grasping something bigger than any of her recollections of Diana, yet it was soft and expanding still. Soon Jenn could feel the form of a meaty shaft bent against itself as it grew beneath constricting stretchy fabric.

Diana just paused, her eyes lit up by the passion of the moment. She looked down at Jenn's curious grabbing hand and giggled, but her amused grin was slowly turning to a look of discomfort as it became harder for her clothing to accommodate her. Seeing this Jenn stepped back, her feet leaving the legs of her discarded jeans, and reached under Diana's pretty little dress to cup her overflowing stretchy underwear. "Ooh... Wow!" Her voice dropped to a whisper: "What are you packing?"

She got to her knees and slowly brought them down. Her surprise increased as the bent shaft unravelled, the material finally not holding any of Diana a moment or two before she passed her knees.

"Oh my god," Jenn said, awed. She was staring at the fat head of Diana's stiffening cock, which hung swaying between her lower thighs, well below the hem of that dress. It was trembling softly with each beat of her heart as it gained rigidity. Jenn got to her feet, looking like she'd just seen a ghost. "Your cock... it grew. A lot. And... and oh god, it still is!"

Diana nodded. "Is that a bad thing, to you?"

"I... I don't know," Jenn said, her eyes still glued to that monster tool as it held itself semi hard at a downward angle. "But it's fucking huge."

"Well yeah, it is. If that's a blessing or a curse, I'm not sure." Diana stepped back and sat down on the bed, her long pale shaft bouncing as she hit mattress. She slipped her dress up and over her head, revealing her nude perfection.

As Jenn stared at her old lover, now fully grown and enormously endowed, she found herself getting back to her knees, almost involuntarily, to crouch before her. For a moment she stared transfixed at what Diana had become: Her body curved yet slender, almost delicate. Her breasts so very big, round and perfect. That massive fourteen inch rod with a well filled sac below... And to cap it all off, the same rich blonde locks and perfectly beautiful face she had known since her childhood. 

She inched forward and grasped the middle of Diana's length, lifting the heavy serpentine appendage. "I used to think you were the biggest, but now... Oh my god."

"Do you remember how I taste?"

"Yes," Jenn said. After a moment of apprehension she tucked the tip into her mouth. Diana seethed at the warm touch of Jenn's tongue, and within moments she was throbbing to full hardness and gaining her last inch. 

Jenn couldn't even fit the head in her mouth, nor could her fingers meet thumb as she wrapped them around her girth, but somehow she found that huge, searing pillar of flesh exhilarating. She began to stroke her hand down Diana's cock, then up until she touched her own lips. The beautiful blonde writhed slowly beneath her, sighing at the lovely feelings Jenn gave her. 

The moment that first bead of precum touched her tongue it was over. All the years they'd spent apart disappeared, with old emotions and memories restored and magnified like never before. Jenn whimpered softly, beginning to lap her tongue steadily against Diana's tip, begging her for more. She'd forgotten just how amazing it tasted, how addictive it was. Only shortly before she hadn't been sure how she should feel about the changes in Diana's body, but now she felt completely infatuated with that huge cock. She needed it, needed Diana and her sweet seed.

As Jenn continued to gently stroke the precum started to flow. She cherished every drop, her eyes shutting blissfully as she focused on the taste and the sensation of heat on her tongue. "Mmh... I knew you'd come around," Diana said.

"I'd forgotten how good you taste," Jenn replied, tearing her lips away for only a moment. As she spoke the pre trickled down Diana's cock, warmly touching her fingers. She stroked it into the hot tense flesh, making it very slippery. She discovered then that she liked to slowly slide her hand up and down her length, feeling inch after powerful inch slip through her grasp. Diana liked it when she did that too.

Jenn got to her feet, reaching behind her back as she did so to undo her bra. It fell to the ground leaving her in just her thong. Diana started to scuttle backward, away from the edge of the bed, her movements having that shaft swaying and bobbing stiffly. Jenn laid herself over her, pinning that rock hard rod between their bodies as again they joined lips in a passionate kiss.

At that moment they both decided to indulge themselves in a feel of the other's generous bust, both of which were quivering freely with all that movement. As they filled their hands with beautiful feminine flesh their tongues lashed. Diana was the first to offer rough pinches to the nipple with thumb and forefinger, still palming Jenn's ample breasts with the rest of her hands all the while. Jenn squealed softly at the sharp sensation, then returned the favour, eliciting a giggle and a renewed throb of arousal from Diana. 

Jenn eventually dropped a hand down, preferring in the end to wrap her fingers around Diana's huge cock and offer it long, slippery strokes. Diana purred with appreciation, still palming Jenn's generous breasts.

I can't believe I have her back, Jenn thought. She's way bigger than anything I've had inside me... but I think I can do it. God, I want to.

Jenn rolled off of Diana, tucking in her legs as she slipped the straps of her thong down and tossed it away. Diana took this as a cue to return the favour of the oral attention she'd received, and turned to lie on her tummy before Jenn. She gently guided her thighs open, then placed a little kiss on her mons, testing if she was welcome there. With no sign of disapproval she slid her tongue over Jenn's clit.

"Oooh," Jenn cooed. As Diana continued to gently lap her tongue over that sensitive nub she writhed, her thighs rising slightly. She stroked her hand over Diana's blonde head, feeling the same awe and hunger she'd felt for her when they were young. She shut her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip hotly. "Mmh... baby, give it to me. Give it to me like you used to... With that big cock."

Diana looked up, licking her lips. "Hmm? But, Jenn... I don't think I'll fit anymore." As she laid before her that long shaft was digging stiffly into the bottoms of the blonde's sizable breasts, raring to go despite the misgivings she expressed.

"I want you to. Just... try..."

"Alright. If you insist..." She shuffled forward a bit. Jenn watched as Diana started to work her huge cock with one of her slender hands, spreading more of the slippery precum all over until it glistened and throbbed. She held the middle of her shaft, pointing the tip towards Jenn's waiting slit, then advanced a little further until it sat against her folds.

The head slowly spread Jenn's lips, forcing them apart wider than they were ever accustomed to. Jenn moaned softly, a little frightened by the thickness of Diana but wanting more of her so very badly. "Mmmh," Diana groaned, as she slowly slid inch after inch into Jenn's tight sex. "Wow... that feels different. I mean it's tight, but it doesn't feel like I'm not allowed in." 




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 02



The few times she'd tried it with her other girlfriends had been a disappointment; the pieces just didn't fit. In Jenn's case it was uncomfortable to take Diana at first, but it also felt so good... so right. When finally Diana had a little more than two thirds of herself buried tightly inside, she hit bottom. That was as deep as it would go. "Oh god. I knew I'd still like your cock," Jenn whispered.

Diana slowly drew her hips back, then buried herself inside again. "F-f-f-fuck... that feels nice," she said breathily.

"Keep going," Jenn replied.

Diana started to assume a slow rhythm, pushing herself in as far as she could, then taking herself out until just the head was buried. Eventually all of Jenn's discomfort was forgotten as her body grew used to that huge member. Sensing this in the release of tension in her thighs, Diana started to pick up her pace, pumping faster without any pause in between strokes. There was a hot, wet sensation as a generous shot of precum flooded Jenn's crease, easing the proceedings further as a deep thrust dispersed it over every buried inch and onto the insides of Jenn's thighs.

"Ohh, yes, dammit... your huge cock is amazing," she moaned. "Holy shit... that's good!" The head was tightly grinding against every surface as it travelled in and out, assaulting all of her sensitive regions.

Diana wordlessly grabbed Jenn's hips, giving herself an anchor as she started to pump herself harder, faster. Her breasts shuddered with each athletic thrust of her body. Jenn couldn't believe what she was feeling, moaning and wailing with each pass.

"Oh fuck me, oh my god make me cum!" Jenn gasped. Just as it had been years ago, she came easily from Diana's cock. With one of her legs laid over her shoulder Diana started to buck quickly, making little passes deep inside of her. She used to always finish off Jenn like that, and it looked like the case still held true as Jenn's body clenched in ecstasy. She didn't let up a single bit as Jenn shouted out her passion.

That climactic minute seemed like an eternity of elevating wails and inarticulate ramblings. Finally Diana stopped thrusting as the orgasmic pulses of her partner threatened to finish her. She pulled out, and for a moment they just stared at each other while that huge cock throbbed and swayed between them, commanding them to do more.

Jenn sat up, and while locking eyes with Diana plunged the tip into her mouth. She stroked a hand up and down the long shaft, the hardness slipping under her hand so slickly now.

Diana groaned. It felt good, in fact again she was under the threat of finishing. She didn't want that, not when for the first time in years she and a partner could both mutually enjoy real sex with her huge endowment. She realized then that despite all the things she'd tried since they parted, it was Jenn who she'd last had that with. Even though after their separation she'd grown too big for anyone she'd since met, Jenn had grown with her, had adapted for her. And so there they were having better sex than ever before; a year spent providing a developing young girl with goddess seed will do that.

"I want to fuck you more," Diana whispered. She was retracting her hips, trying to pull away from Jenn's zealous grasp, though too grateful to just wrench her stiff shaft away from her.

Jenn let go. The blonde's mighty rod swayed and bobbed as Jenn silently laid herself back. Diana slowly slid herself back inside. 

"Holy shhhit," Jenn sighed. "Yes, oh god yes." She wrapped her arms around Diana's neck, bringing her close as her legs encircled her waist. The sensation of Diana piercing her post-climax had her in a state of helpless submission.

Diana pressed their lips together and they kissed passionately, messily, unable to keep it neat as a slow rhythm began. Diana was indulging herself in her partner, cherishing the moments of true lovemaking. What she had with the other girls was fun, but it just couldn't compare.

Their lips parted, though still Diana slowly pushed herself in and out of Jenn, taking her time, relishing the sight of her in such ecstasy beneath her. "Do you love my huge cock?"

"Ah... uh-huh, yes... god, yes," she moaned breathily, her cheek pressed against the bedsheets. Every inward thrust had her quivering with pleasure.

"Can anyone else do what I'm doing to you?"

"No, no, only you Diana..."

She smirked proudly, then began to buck her hips harder, faster. 

"Ohhh, god...!" The increased pace had Jenn on the verge within moments, again. Her breasts were revolving in circles against her chest, so Diana roughly grabbed ahold.

"Oh yes baby, yes," Diana whispered. "I'm gonna make you cum again... and then I'm gonna give you mine. Do you want that?"

Jenn nodded, silent but for her fitful breaths.

"Where do you want it...? In your mouth?"

"Aghh, fuck yes!" Jenn wailed. She was climaxing around Diana's incredible cock again, her face contorting in utter ecstasy.

Diana then began to drive herself into her with total abandon, bringing the brunette's wails of gratification to greater heights still. She was hard as steel as the cum gathered force within her, moments from release.

The dam was breaking as Diana pulled herself out, her first rope of pearly fluid erupting into the air, only to spatter in a long thick streak from Jenn's crotch to her neck. In a daze Jenn sat up, and Diana speared herself into her open mouth, the second surge of cum already spattering against her lips as she did so.

She held Jenn's head in place, her other arm frantically pumping her shaft. Her mouth fell open as she uttered feminine gasps of sweet release. The cum was erupting out of her shuddering hardness with powerful bursts that overflowed out of Jenn's mouth, dripping down onto her pale chest. Jenn meanwhile, with eyes wide from the shock of learning the size of her output, was doing her best to swallow as much of each throbbing gush she could. There was just so, so much of her delicious addictive cum, and she wanted it all.

Those shots of seed began to decrease in volume, though still sizable amounts of it steadily spurted forth. Diana let go of her shaft, becoming still as the waves of euphoria sapped her of her will to continue. Jenn took over, stroking and milking a hand up and down her huge throbbing length as she seeked to swallow every remaining drop.

Diana began to soften in Jenn's hand. She was finally spent. Jenn let go and fell back against the bed with a sharp exhale. Diana did the same, her semi-hardness flopping against the mattress audibly.

"My god Diana. I can't believe we... wow."

"It's just like old times, babe."

Jenn shook her head. "Better than old times."

Diana lazily rolled over to face her. "Why's that?" 

"Because... there's more. More of everything."

Diana noted the fresh cum that practically covered Jenn's beautiful torso and connected her half-erection to her thigh with sticky strings. In their twenties, there was definitely more of everything. In Diana's case though, that included girlfriends. "So... is this going to be a thing, again?"

"Please, can it be?" Jenn said.

Diana nodded, "yes, definitely."

She couldn't wait to invite Jenn out the night after next, and introduce her to her friends.

Chapter 13

"Are we there yet," Stacy asked. She gazed dolefully out the car window, her bottom lip slightly pouted in an immature expression of boredom.

"Almost there, sugar," said Erica. She and Audrey were in the front of her husband's luxury SUV, while the youngest of the three sat in the back. "Oh man. These downtown parking spots cost an arm and a leg."

Once the car was parked and they'd walked the block to the venue, Audrey was the first to remark on what they were getting themselves into: "Oh my. Shelley's type are certainly not my type." Indeed, outside the club a crowd of people were gathered, chatting as they smoked cigarettes. They were a leather wearing tattooed sort, and most were male.

"Oh, you'll be fine. Man, I haven't been to a place like this since the nineties," Erica said. "I used to go to all the rock shows!"

They started to make their way inside. "Entry is fifteen dollars," the door person said. "Which band are you seeing?"

"Uh... Erica? Which one is Shelley's band?" Audrey asked. The door person was pointing at a list which named the bands that would be playing that night.

"They're called Perverse Agitation, dearie."

The door person nodded and checked off three more guests for that band as they made their way inside.

Extreme metal music was playing over the PA as more of the same type they'd seen outside milled about, beers in hand. Individuals within the male dominated crowd were blatantly gawking at the trio of babes, clearly very surprised and intrigued that they were attending the underground show. Most if not all of the other women present appeared to be unenthused girlfriends.

One young lady looked like she fit right in though, with or without any boyfriend to string her along. It was Shelley of course, and Erica, Stacy and Audrey had shown up just in time to catch her band setting up for the half hour set they were about to play.

They waved to her and then headed towards the bar. 

Stacy watched Shelley set up as she waited for their first round of drinks to arrive. She caught sight of someone handing equipment to Shelley, and was suddenly in a bit of a huff. "Is that...? Oh my god, it is."

"What? Who," Audrey replied. She turned to see a beautiful part-oriental girl handing Shelley her guitar. "Oh... I see."

"I thought we didn't invite Donna out."

"We didn't," Audrey said. "But apparently she's been so close to Shelley lately that she knew all about tonight, anyway."

They watched the two young ladies share a hug of 'good luck' before she strapped on her instrument. A handful of young men were already gathered in front of the stage, and they rather indiscreetly shared a couple glances with each other after witnessing that sisterly embrace between the lovely young women. 

"Oh, the fan club is loving it. Two girls for the price of one," Erica said with a chuckle. Shelley's band was respected in the local scene, but they had no way of escaping the fact that they were the band with 'the awesome hot chick on guitar'. "Maybe Donna should join and play the triangle. Or cowbell."

"Yeah, or maybe she should buzz off," Audrey grumbled quietly. A tap at her shoulder caught her by surprise, and she spun around to see who else but Diana, whose presence completed their group's attendance. "Oh, hi," she said, her gaze flitting momentarily to the dark brunette that stood beside her. She stepped close and gave Diana a hug.

"Hey Audrey, hey everyone," Diana said as she made her rounds, hugging each of her companions one by one. "I'd like to introduce you to an old friend of mine." She stepped back to her place beside Jenn. "You might recognize her from last Friday."

"How could I not," Erica said. "Our server, who you know from high school. Jenny, was it?"

"Just Jenn," the newcomer replied. She observed that Erica must have been at least a decade older than the other girls, though she still looked great. 

"Okay. Well, I'm Erica, pleased to meet you." She smiled graciously. 

"And these are Audrey and Stacy," Diana said, waving an open hand at each. The two girls didn't try to be quite as charming, offering only a unison chirp of 'hi' as they contemptuously eyed their new competition. 

Jenn was silently amazed at the truly prodigious set of breasts on Stacy, trying not to stare as she spoke: "So... are you guys fans of this sort of music?"

Audrey wrinkled her nose while Stacy just giggled. "No, not really. But you know, Diana and the rest of us are all going, so, yeah, we're here," Stacy said.

"It has its moments though. It's no Motley Crue but I'm down with it," Erica said, inadvertently dating herself.

"Hey guys," called a soft voice, barely audible from the stage where she was helping Shelley.

"Just in time for the big round of introductions! This is Donna," Diana said, stepping back as the exotic mixed girl approached and closed the distance.

"Oh, hello," said she. "And you are...?"

"Jenn."

"Right, from the restaurant! Cool. Pleased to meet you."

Jenn nodded, smiling warmly. "You too." Donna seemed like a genuinely nice girl, unlike the rest of Diana's girlfriends.

"And the girl on stage is Shelley," said Diana. "I'd introduce her to you also, but she looks a bit busy. And that is my little circle of girlfriends for you."

Not a moment after the introductions were completed a man with a shaven head, beard and many piercings got on stage. Shelley's band was about to kick off their set. "Alright fuckers. We're Perverse Agitation, and this first song is called 'Gonorrhoea Gore Gag'."

The ensuing blast nearly knocked the girls off their feet. Meanwhile, an explosion of physical activity near the stage had the audience flying off their own feet as they barrelled into each other, moshing hard.

"So, what kind of music is this anyway?" Jenn said, or rather shouted, into Diana's ear.

"It's called 'grindcore'," Diana replied with a smirk.

"Oh." Jenn blinked, staring in confusion at the band. The drummer was beating his kit faster than anything she'd ever seen or heard before, and the rest of the band were just so goddamn loud. Their vocalist's guttural grunts and belches were completely unintelligible. "Why are they playing like that?"

Diana just laughed and gave Jenn's shoulder a squeeze, then took a deep draw from her rum and coke. Feeling curious what they thought of the music, Jenn turned to look at the other girls.

Donna and Stacey were both staring blankly, their eyes glazed over as they absorbed the brain numbing wash of noise. Audrey was busily cramming a set of foam ear plugs into her head. Erica though, was bobbing her head to the music, grinning like a teenager. It seemed the eldest of the group could appreciate such extreme styles of music!

Shelley had finally let her hair out of its usual bushy ponytail, and she was banging her wavy dirty blonde locks passionately as she deftly worked her red electric guitar. Standing up there with a wide stance as the music blared and the crowd heaved, she was a rock goddess, and despite their feelings about the music the rest of the girls couldn't help but be impressed.

***

The band had finished their set and were done packing up their equipment. As Diana and the girls were leaving they ran into the vocalist of Shelley's band, who was having a well deserved cigarette.

"Goddamn Shelley, great set! Ever since you joined our band the crowds have gotten way better," he said. "And I'm not just talking about your girlfriends. Tonight ruled!"

"Oh well, I dunno. Just my womanly charms, right?" Shelley said with a giggle. She was still buzzing high from the adrenaline of their performance.

"That's totally what it is. Say, how many of you are there anyway," he said as he scanned the group. His gaze fell upon a pair of gorgeous blonde twins who were a few feet apart from Diana's group.

"Oh well there's just us seven. I don't know who those two girls are," Diana said.

"Whoa, so they came... not as friends of Shelley? Excuse me ladies. This is an opportunity I can't miss."

Shelley rolled her eyes and had a little laugh as the vocalist approached the blonde haired twins. His intent was blatant but one had to respect him for trying. "Just so you know, he'd be hitting on any one of you if I weren't in the band."

"Oh, yeah, of course," Stacy said somewhat sardonically. "Anyhoo, why don't we all get into Erica's van and go somewhere fun?"

"Hey... Are you saying you didn't have fun watching us play?"

Stacy just stuck her tongue out at Shelley, like the pigtailed little brat she was.

"So what do you guys want to do? The usual drinks... followed by 'who knows what'?" said Erica with a knowing smile. She'd missed out on the conclusions of their Friday night of fun, so she was raring to go.

"Well I guess as usual that's the plan," Diana said. "Let's show Jenn what we're all about."

Stacy and Audrey shared a look, and if none else were able to read it, let it be known that they were quietly sharing their displeasure at Diana apparently adding another girl to the group. It was just another whom they would have to share her with.

"You bet," Erica said. "Everyone follow me. Let's start it off at Jenn's work."

Chapter 14

Drinking at her workplace with anyone other than her co-workers felt strange, and it was made even stranger by doing so not only with Diana but all of her friends. Jenn had a nagging feel of annoyance at the fact that those five young women were all so familiar with Diana... her Diana. Although she had met them only hours before she already had ideas about who she liked and who rubbed her the wrong way.

Stacy was definitely an annoyance to Jenn, for reasons that were plainly obvious. It seemed so deliberate how she laughed the hardest at Diana's jokes, or always made sure she got to sit beside her. Jenn was trying her best not to think about why the girl might be so taken with her Diana, though in some dark corner of her mind she suspected that the young girl was acting out of attraction. After all, Diana had admitted to fooling around with girls in the group. Who knew which one, or even how many of them? It didn't help that Stacy was so... sexy. Ridiculously so, with her pigtails, petite body and huge bouncy tits.

Jenn didn't have as much time to talk to Shelley because she'd been so busy at the venue, but she seemed like a fine character. Donna also struck her as a very nice girl.

She had mixed feelings about Erica. She was thankful that she was so selflessly chauffeuring the group around town, and she was very pleasant, too, but that pleasantry seemed a little strained. It was the same sort of 'nice' Jenn used to address patrons at the tables she served.

Audrey actually intimidated Jenn. She was so confident and quick witted. She had a way of saying the right thing to get the right outcome, and that outcome was rarely one that didn't serve her own needs. Jenn avoided speaking to her, and Audrey made no effort for interaction in return.

Despite her misgivings about some of them, Jenn had to admit that the girls knew how to have a good time. She was laughing along with them at their jokes and they were all slowly growing drunker. It was definitely the most fun she'd had on a Wednesday night in a while. 

Sadly as intoxication increased and inhibitions were lost, Jenn began to understand the true nature of the group's relationship to Diana.

"Come on Erica, really? You thought Dave was hot? You're such a horndog," Shelley said. She referred to her vocalist, whom they had last seen chasing a stunning pair of blonde twins.

"Oh yeah. There's just something about musicians, it gets me going," Erica said. "In fact if we weren't out with Diana tonight I'd have been the one making moves on him, before he even caught sight of those two blonde bimbos."

Warning! What exactly did Erica mean by 'if we weren't out with Diana'?

"Oh please," exclaimed a then much more loose lipped Donna, "you're married still! You can't be out with healthy young men."

"Ha, well... then I can be out with my girls, instead. Cheers to that," Erica said. She raised her glass, and Jenn, Diana and the others all toasted to that sentiment.

"Yeah, and cheers to Diana being better than any man anyway!" Stacy said.

Shelley was the first to agree, amidst various giggles and sounds of agreement: "Yeah... cheers to that."

Jenn was suddenly shattered. She had suspected in the back of her mind as a sort of worst-case scenario that somehow Diana had made every girl in that group her playmate, but she figured such a thing too far-fetched to be reality. Now that the liquor was flowing it was plain to see that that was precisely the case. She realized that she was the only one not raising a glass, so she meekly half raised hers, unable to to help herself from glancing sorrowfully at her Diana.




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 02



Diana was feeling jolly as the rest of the girls until she caught Jenn's gaze and instantly recognized the hurt that had been dealt. The beauteous blonde slowly lowered her glass, at a loss for words. Jenn's cheeks flushed deep red as the waves of heartbreak took effect.

"Um... okay, guys," she mumbled as she got to her feet. "It was great meeting you and all. I had a good time. But um... I've got an early lecture tomorrow morning, so I've got to go now."

"Aw, so soon?" said Erica.

"Yeah... Yeah, I need to go."

"Alright then. See ya," Audrey said with a smirk and dismissive wave of her hand. That girl was sharp, and she could tell exactly what Jenn was feeling... And she liked it.

Jenn smacked a pair of twenty dollar bills on the table and did a quick one-eighty, heading straight for the door.

"Guys, gimme a sec," Diana said as she got to her feet. "Let me out, Stacy."

She rushed over to catch Jenn, managing to halt her with a hand around her upper arm. "Wait, wait. Jenn, talk to me."

Jenn turned to face her. There were tears in her eyes. "What?"

"I... I don't know. I just thought we could all be friends."

"Friends!? Is that what friends are to you? Those aren't friends, those are..." Jenn stamped her foot, at a loss for words. "God! So everything we had on Monday, that was just 'friends'? Something you do with all the other girls, right?"

"Wait, no, I... No, that was special."

"Somehow I have trouble believing you." Jenn turned, catching sight of a taxi which she immediately hailed. "Goodnight, Diana."

Chapter 15

The girls were back in Erica's car, but there had been a change of plans. Suddenly Diana wasn't in the mood to party, and without her, there could be no such party. One by one the girls had caught on to her changed disposition and the boisterous laughter became a tense silence. They'd eventually decided they would call it a night due to their being 'tired', so Erica was dropping them each off at their respective homes.

Audrey was the first to be released, as her condo was deep in the prosperous downtown core. Shelley lived well out of town, but Donna agreed to let her stay the night at her place, so they were next to disembark at the university. Then there was just Diana and Stacy sharing a bench seat while Erica calmly drove on. The traffic was barely moving, so it was taking a while to make the next stop.

Diana was quietly looking out the window, trying to understand how she felt about the night's developments. She'd been sure she would succeed in having Jenn join her little harem, and had been looking forward to elevating her to a status above the others due to the history they shared and the pleasures that allowed - to add actual penetrative sex to the group's little orgies would have brought things to a fantastic new level. She'd meant for Jenn to be her second in command. Now she couldn't help but think that she'd gone about the entire thing incorrectly. She was worried that she might have ruined her chances with a good friend and perhaps even a lover. She then heard the gentle clicking of a seat belt... 

"I'm cold," Stacy said as she brushed the strap away from her petite lap. In that air conditioned car she must have been, since she'd chosen to wore only a tiny pair of jean shorts and a white baby t-shirt. The shorts clung to her tightly, defining every trim curve of her young lower body, while the shirt stretched around her over-endowed chest, looking as if it were about to break from the pressure of those two flagrant bouncy melons.

"I can see that," Diana said as Stacy snuggled up against her in the middle position of the SUV's bench seat. She was eyeing the unmistakeable imprint of Stacy's hardened nipples, a pair of bold peaks that once activated would need countless layers of clothing to hide. The girl clung to Diana's slender upper arm, the soft brown hair of her pigtails tickling her shoulder.

In her state of emotional confusion Diana was reluctant to succumb to Stacy's adolescent charms... but she couldn't deny the stirring she felt, especially when with a deft twist of her torso one of Stacy's stiff nipples scraped across the bare flesh of her arm. At that touch she felt her cock awaken while her heart rate elevated.

She was the only one that night to wear some sort of dress or skirt, in fact Diana basically always dressed in such a manner as the close fitting fashions of ladies pants were far too revealing on her. Although her lovely black dress did a fine job of hiding her secret, it came at the price of easily revealing it should she lose control of herself and became aroused. In that car there were no secrets, and with a devilish little grin on her face Stacy placed a hand over Diana's cock and wrapped her fingers around the mostly flaccid shape. 

It came to life the at that touch. The girl cooed softly, stroking Diana through her dress as her endowment became increasingly visible, gaining length and thickening to more than fill her hand. With every millimetre gained Diana felt her unrest disappearing, and she grew more receptive to Stacy's advances.

"Mm... look at this," the girl said. The thin material of Diana's dress easily outlined the shape of her cock as it stiffly lay against her thigh, the tip approaching her knee. "I don't think I want to go home so badly now."

Diana looked at Stacy, unsure if she should deny her or let her have her fun. On one hand they were in a moving car and she hadn't yet sorted out her feelings about Jenn... but on the other why turn down a little action? It was hard to say no when her body was already getting ready to go.

Stacy slowly raised Diana's dress, watchful for any signs of disapproval. Diana gave none, and soon the girl was gazing down at her immense erection, the majority of it exposed as it protruded out of Diana's tight under shorts and sat pressed against her leg. She bit down on her bottom lip hotly, obviously very turned on by the spectacle, and stroked a hand along the naked flesh. That unshielded touch had Diana hardening further, and throbbing readily.

With a slight chuckle of resignation Diana slipped those shorts down. For the briefest moment her cock stood on its own in the open air before Stacy snatched it up in her hands. She stroked slowly.

"Hey, what's going on," Erica said. "Are you two getting fresh back there?"

There was no reply save for a soft moan from Diana as Stacy bent forward to tuck the tip of her cock in her mouth. The girl hummed softly as she slowly ran her little hand up and down her shaft, so very glad to have it all to herself. Diana repositioned herself, pushing her huge erection into the air while her dress fell around her waist.

"Dammit guys... Don't make me pull over!"

At that warning Stacy started to go full force, hungrily sucking and tonguing at the hot head of Diana's cock, which barely fit in her mouth. With both hands she stroked her gratuitous length.

"Oooh, yeah, that's a good girlie," Diana said, getting into the mood. Stacy was getting off of the car seat to kneel before her in the tight space between Erica's driverseat and the bench seat behind. Her expansive chest was smooshed against Diana's thighs. Deviously, Diana grabbed ahold of the bratty little girl's pigtails, pulling her closer.

Stacy's neck was straining as Diana pulled. She found a creative solution to that problem: She pulled her tits out of her top and hoisted them up to sit on top of Diana's thighs, freeing up plenty of space and permitting her to move much closer.

"Ooh, yeah, that's a good little cock sucker," Diana said. She eyed the petite girl's rather incredible set. "Wrap those tits around my cock."

Stacy obediently enveloped Diana's shaft with her overgrown pillows. A couple inches plus the drooling head peaked out of the top, which she eagerly attended to with alternating laps of her tongue and hungry sucks. She drank down the precum that as always slowly trickled out.

Suddenly the door opposite of Diana's seat was roughly opened. The girls froze, startled by the sudden movement, and were relieved to see that it was Erica. In their activity they'd been too oblivious to realize she'd pulled over and parked the SUV on the side of the road. She climbed in, shutting the door behind her before any bystanders might see what was going on inside.

"Thank god for tinted windows," she muttered, grinning devilishly as she got on that bench seat and crawled towards Diana. Her tanned cleavage swayed in her low-cut top as she approached, an impressive set about the size of Jenn's though with a more mature motherly hint of sag. 

Diana reached an arm out, guiding Erica closer so they could share a hot kiss. Their tongues lashed nastily as Erica smoothed a hand over the pigtailed brown hair of Stacy. The girl squeaked softly, then sighed with delight as the added addition of Erica triggered a throb and a burst of precum into her little mouth.

"My turn," Erica said. She grabbed Stacy's pigtails and pulled her back. The girl pouted and made a little whine of complaint, but relented easily enough. Erica didn't have to bend down very far to get Diana's long cock in her mouth, and it occurred to her in the back of her mind that Diana could very easily do so herself.

"Oooh, yeah," Diana moaned, her head falling back in bliss. Erica's much more experienced tongue was doing wonders to her. Stacy meanwhile started to work her tits up and down that hard shaft, squeezing them tight around it. She tilted her head, allowing her to get her tongue in to give the few uncovered inches some attention.

Diana was throbbing hard, the precum steadily dribbling out into Erica's wanting mouth. The threat of release was looming closer and closer as she and Stacy found ways to pleasure every inch of her huge cock. Stacy was getting more aggressive, nudging at Erica's chin with her cheek, pushing her out of the way. Reluctantly Erica backed up a bit, letting both she and the younger girl run their tongues all over the drooling head, caring little for how their mouths occasionally met in some sort of sloppy sidewise kiss. They had sorely missed the taste of Diana, having been excluded from the action the previous Friday, and now they were making every effort they could to make amends for that. They were utterly addicted to her, their bodies urging them on with the ancient need to ingest the seed of a goddess.

"Damn, oh my... You two are a hell of a tag-team," Diana groaned. The pressure was building in her cock, threatening to end it all with what would surely be massive surges of cum. "Are you gonna drink it down? Or are we going to make a big mess in Mr. Moore's car?"

"Oh, babe. Every drop," Erica said. As she spoke Stacy picked up the slack, dipping the head of Diana's cock as deep as she could take into her mouth and gulping hungrily.

Erica slipped a hand down between Stacy's breasts, which were by then slick with drool and precum, and grasped Diana's cock firmly. As she started to stroke Stacy let go of them, letting them pile down onto Diana's thighs once again. She too started to stroke, their hands pumping up and down the slick hardness rapidly.

"Oooh fuck... that's how you do it, yeah," Diana groaned. She writhed and purred, on the verge, the anticipation almost as pleasurable as what was to come. Erica yanked Stacy's pigtails, pulling her head back so she could share a taste of those final moments before release.

Without warning the first wave of cum came with a mighty throb, hitting their lips and tongues before spattering down onto Stacy's breasts. Diana sat forward, her body tense with the ecstasy of release. Erica and Stacy shared a moan of surprise before like sharks upon a wounded seal they were in a frenzy, desperately trying to catch and swallow every spurt of Diana's pearly ambrosia. The copious load continued to dribble down from their chins onto Stacy's chest as the dissonance of their competition misdirected some spurts, yet still they swallowed big mouthfuls of her.

Eventually the flow diminished from its initial powerful bursts to a gentle throbbing gush, which they drank down hungrily as they continued to pump Diana's shaft. Erica and Stacy had enormous appetites for her.

When finally Diana was finished she fell back against the car seat with a deep exhale. Sweat dripped from her temple as she lay there, chest heaving, grinning triumphantly at the mess on Stacy's bosom and their faces. 

Erica, still hungry for more, got off that bench seat to kneel beside Stacy, whose glazed breasts she gazed down at with an obvious intent. Stacy was giggling from the high of Diana's cum as she obediently hoisted her massive globes up for Erica. In an ironic reversal of roles the eldest maternal figure of their group silently licked and slurped the thick coating from the youngest one's right breast. Stacy traced her little hand over the curve of her left, scooping up a handful and drinking it down.

After moments of this there was nothing left on Stacy but a thin coating of saliva. She and Erica turned to look at Diana, who was lazily sitting back, enjoying the spectacle. 

"Well, I guess we ended up having a little fun after all," she said.



The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 03



The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)

Chapter 16

"Ohh... kitty!" Shelley squealed at the sight of the large fluffy cat. It sat at the door of Donna's room as they entered, watching intently with its green eyes and swishing its tail.

"Yes indeed," Donna said as she bent down to pet her furry companion. "Hello there baby... did you miss me?"

"Mroww," the cat responded as it nuzzled Donna's hand, then proceeded to rub itself along her calves. 

"What's its name?"

"His name is Wilford, and he's my big baby boy." The cat purred appreciatively as Donna hoisted it up into her arms.

"I can see that. Is he a Maine Coon?" Shelley set down her guitar case by the doorway, then stepped closer to Donna to get a better look at Wilford.

"Norwegian Forest Cat." Donna nuzzled Wilford's head against her cheek, then set the cat back down on the floor. "Can I get you anything to drink? I've got some Smirnoff Ice in the fridge."

"Ugh, Smirnoff Ice...? Well, sure I guess," Shelley said. She sat herself down on Donna's futon, which was still in its bed setting.

There was a clatter of glasses and the soft 'fump' of a small bar fridge, then Donna sat herself down beside Shelley, offering a bottle of the beverage.

"Sorry I left my bed this way. Do you want me to make it into a couch?"

"Oh no, this is fine," Shelley said. She took her first sip, then held up the bottle to take a look at it, smacking her lips at the tart flavour. "You know, I always thought this stuff looks kind of like... you know..."

"Cum?" Donna said with a hushed tone, followed with a little giggle.

"Hah, yeah, like that. I'd rather drink this than any man's cum, though."

"Yeah. Any man's... Diana's is a different story."

"Hmm, yeah. Such a shame... It would have been a pretty epic follow up to our playing such a good show tonight."

Donna nodded. "Well, at least you're with me. Think of me as your groupie."

Shelley cocked her eyebrow, grinning with interest as she looked at her pretty companion. The drinks they'd had earlier at Diana's friend's work must have really loosened her up, because the implications of her words could very well have been considered an open flirtation. "Oh... really?"

"Uh huh." She took a deep swig of the translucent white drink.

"Well... thank you for having me over," Shelley said. "With the change of plans I was without a place to stay tonight... and also out of things to do."

"Well I'm right here and I'm still wide awake."

Shelley looked at Donna for a moment, thinking about their relationship. The other girls, in their typically catty manner, were making some rather obvious efforts to exclude her recently, due most likely to the liking Diana seemed to have taken to her since that Friday. She had invited Donna out herself then, bringing her with her to the show that night to keep her in the fold, and the time they'd spent together was good. It had been their first time getting together on their own, independent of their little clique, and it was safe to say that the two had become true friends. 

It was easy to see why Diana seemed so partial to Donna... she was beautiful, in a rare way, as if all of the best traits of her Japanese mother and Canadian father had come together to create a delicate mix of exotic beauty. She also had a good heart, which was more than Shelley could say about the other girls. In the heat of the moment they had fooled around during one of Diana's group orgies. During those occasions, anything was possible... but now, alone with each other, Shelley was surprised to find that the girl was flirting, and she was still feeling receptive.

With a sigh and a demure glance downwards followed by an impish smile, Shelley inched closer to Donna, whose eyes lit slightly at that approach. She brushed a smooth lock of black hair away from Donna's cheek as she leaned forward slowly, tilting her head to experimentally place a soft kiss on her mouth.

Backing away, she saw that Donna had shut her eyes, her lips pursed for more tender affection. 

"So... you're not gonna kick me out, then?"

Donna shook her head, silent though her blushing cheeks made her feelings clear.

Chapter 17

Jenn wasn't getting out of bed anytime soon. The alarm in her phone was ringing, alerting her to the psychology lecture she was supposed to attend in an hour, but that morning she lacked the will to have any part of that, let alone simply get out of bed.

The previous night she'd had her heart broken. She'd taken a chance with Diana, despite her cautious misgivings, and predictably enough all she had to show for it was pain. She'd been up all night... drinking, crying, pacing around her room, until she finally succumbed to exhaustion at four am. That metallic pink toy of hers lay in the garbage can, discarded on impulse for the name it bore.

Now despite her raging headache she at least had some mental clarity. 

I was so naive. I wanted to have her back so badly that I ignored the obvious. I convinced myself Diana and those girls were all just friends, but of course they were all fooling around with her. I mean, she's so beautiful, and once you've had a taste of her you're hers. Like I still am. I have been since we were fourteen. 

She could convince anyone to do anything... and I suppose that's what she was doing with me. She probably wanted me to be another one of them, her little collection of trophies.

That wasn't even an option. Unlike those five girls she'd met the previous night, Jenn knew what it was to actually be Diana's lover. She couldn't compromise now, couldn't simply share her. It was a matter of pride, as well as the fact that to do so would be to live a life of constant jealousy and heartbreak.

***

Diana couldn't shake the feeling. For the first time in her life, she felt shame. She felt like she was a bad person. 

Somehow in her infinite wisdom and superior intellect she'd failed to consider the feelings of her old friend Jenn. It had been of no consideration to her that maybe she wouldn't want to stoop to the level of her various other pretty playthings when they had so much history together. The poor thing must have been sure that they were actually going to return to what they used to have back in their innocent explorative high school days. She'd given Jenn that hope, took what she wanted, and then showed her the reality of her intentions. She couldn't blame her for being sad, or angry for that matter.

For years her life had been about having fun. Nights out on the town, followed by sex with as many beautiful women as she pleased. It wasn't for her to worry if they became jealous of each other or vied for her favour... that was for them to sort out. Now that she'd hurt someone she truly cared for, she was realizing the error in her ways.

To cap it all off, there was that blowjob in the car with Stacy and Erica. Not moments after she'd hurt Jenn, it was back to old patterns. What a piece of work she was. Remorsefully, she shook the thought out of her head, then got up to get a drink of water from her kitchen.

She was dressed in but a tank top and some loose pyjama pants. They were the clothes she wore when she was by herself, with only her thoughts and her personal affairs to concern her. There was no need to hide the lively bounce of her sizable breasts, nor to contain and conceal the swaying presence of her lower gifts. Even through the bottom of her glass of water she could make out the shape of her flaccid member, the imprint plain to see under the thin fabric as it lay against her thigh. 

"Was it you who did this?" she said, "did you convince me to hurt Jenn? Just like you convinced me to let Stacy and Erica have their fun, right after?" The absurdity of herself addressing her own genitalia out loud had occurred to her, making her smile.

She set down her glass, "in fact, aren't you to blame for it all? You're the one who turned a bunch of heterosexual females into my sex slaves. And now someone I care very much for, probably hates me."

Her mind shifted to thoughts of what she and Jenn had shared earlier that Monday. It was better than what she and the girls did. Sure, it was fun seeing all the creative ways they'd come up with to share her, but it was no comparison to what she and Jenn had. Jenn's body was, due probably to the year of development they'd shared in their teens, receptive to her, even despite all her growth since. And there was the emotional aspect... they didn't just have sex. They made love.

In her reminiscing her cock began to fatten, sending shivers of pleasure up Diana's spine. She closed her eyes and visualized Jenn as she was that Monday... Naked and beautiful, lying there, wanting her. It felt so good to enter her, to make her cum.

Opening her eyes again she saw a familiar sight: The left leg of her pyjama pants was rising with her stiffening rod, pulling the pantleg out for almost the length of her thigh. She stroked a hand along the clothed warmth, gently teasing herself.

"Ooh, look how hard you are now. You like it when I think about Jenn, don't you?"

She untied the cord of her pyjama pants and slipped out of them, the removal of the left leg proving to be a bit more complicated than the right. She tossed them towards her bed, then leaned back against her kitchen counter as she stared down at her erect cock. The air felt cool against it as it twitched, jutting straight out.

"I need to be more careful about who I share you with. Lately it's been the cause of a lot of pain. Maybe I should just share you less." She finally reached down and wrapped her hand around her midlength. "In fact... tonight I think you're just for me."

She chuckled again, still amused by the strangeness of her behaviour as she began to indulge in a couple slow strokes, getting herself even harder. Those passes of her hand quickened, gaining a steady pace as it made the long trip up and down her shaft.

A bead of precum appeared at the tip. She pulled her cock close, pointing the head up to the sky as she bent forward and licked the tasty little bit away with a swipe of her tongue. Still stroking, she stared down her cock like the barrel of a loaded shotgun and swirled the morsel of fluid around in her mouth. "I do taste good... but I don't really see what the big fuss is."

As she'd spoke more pre had flowed out, and it was dripping slowly down her length. With a swipe and twist of her hand she started to coat her shaft with it, aiding her in her self-pleasuring, bringing her to an even greater level of hardness. There was no time for words anymore, for her slick searingly hot cock demanded her mouth. She pulled off her tank top and tossed it towards where her pyjama pants lay, not wanting to soil it, and nakedly slid her back down the side of her kitchen counter until her rear hit the cold tiles of the floor with a soft 'thump'. She hunched forward slightly, passing the head of her cock into her mouth.

It had been a while since she'd indulged herself in that sort of self-love, a behaviour she'd grown tired of some year or two after it had grown long enough for her to do so. Now, as she felt the smooth texture of her own hot flesh on her tongue, the incomparable taste of her goddess seed as it gently flowed, and of course the wonderful sensations of herself stroking and licking her own huge cock, she wondered why she had ever stopped.

"Mmmh," she moaned, grasping herself with both hands and slowly pumping them together up and down her length. With each pass her breasts swayed slightly, occasionally bumping against the upper inches of her shaft. She dipped lower, pressing as much of the fat tip as she could into her mouth, feeling the hot kiss of her tonsils. In her mind's eye there were images of Jenn... the way she moved while they made love, the look on her face as she came...

***

"Omigod, Angela. Look what she's doing."

Angela was sitting on their queen sized bed, which was in a state of disarray as the hotel maid hadn't yet made her rounds. She put down her smartphone as Melissa got up and offered her seat in front of the spyglass they had pointed at Diana's apartment window. 

"Omigod."

"I know!"

"She's really going at it, too. What a horndog."

"Uh-huh."

"I think she's a bit bigger than us. Look at that thing."

"No way! Let me see again," Melissa said, giving her sister a push. She squinted one eye shut and took a good look at what Diana was packing. "No... no, that's just the way she's sitting."

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

***

Faster she stroked. She was throbbing hard and the precum was steadily flowing, dripping out of her mouth onto her lap as she gagged around her own huge endowment. Her slender elegant legs, such a contrast to the monster tool between them, rubbed against each other involuntarily, toes curling as she felt the building pressure. It was only going to be a matter of moments... 

With a gasp for breath Diana pulled her shaft loose and got to her feet. Holding the weighty drooling beam of hardness steady she made a run for her bathroom, where she whipped open her shower curtains and hopped inside. 

"Oooh, yeahh," she groaned as she leaned back, resuming her strokes with even greater speed. She was pointing her cock straight up, her beautiful body arched so gracefully despite the lewdness of her motions. Her first surge of cum shot high, a thick rope that split into a wave of droplets as it rained down on herself and the shower stall with a heavy patter. 

Her movements ceased, save for the clenching and writhing of her body as another and then another shot of cum blasted out of her shuddering shaft and pelted down upon her. She let go of it, letting it rigidly fall to point ahead of her at a forty-five degree angle as she laid back, directing those copious salvos of seed to paint the walls of her shower. As it continued to spurt forth she moaned deeply, massaging the thick fluid that had fallen onto her into her generous breasts, licking up whatever might have landed on her lips.

Finally she crouched on the shower floor and collapsed back against the wall, limbs falling limp as she lay in euphoria. Her shaft still throbbed stiffly, releasing smaller gobs of seed which still easily exceeded the output of any average man.

When it was all over she turned on her shower and washed herself clean. Even with her lust temporarily subdued, she still had Jenn on her mind.

Chapter 18

Jenn kept her head lowered, focusing solely on her work. She couldn't let her mind wander to any dark places of pity or remorse. She had a job to do and tips to collect, which was all very much contingent on her putting on her pretty smile and upholding the carefree atmosphere of that bar and grille. That was what Friday nights were all about... making her money, paying that rent.

There was three hours to go in her shift and her section was full, and in her intense focus Jenn didn't even notice that Diana had just arrived alone and was being seated at the other end of the restaurant. She was dressed just as she was on the day they were first reunited: A denim skirt and a white baby tee, which was thin enough to offer a probing eye a hint of the sturdy pink bra she wore beneath.

Diana ordered a poutine, a salad and a rum and coke, and even when her food had long been finished she still remained at her table. She was watching Jenn, enjoying the sight of her old lover all grown up and hard at work. She loved the way she looked in her work clothes... those tall boots, the little black skirt, that flattering top which she filled so well. She thought it was adorable how her brown ponytail swung as she sashayed around the restaurant. The waiting staff were all eye pleasers, but Jenn was at the top of the heap. 

The number of drinks Diana had ordered were entering the double digits by the time activity in the restaurant started to die down. As Jenn took her fifteen minute break she finally caught sight of her. The calm she had worked so hard to preserve was lost to a wave of emotions: anger, sadness, longing, lust. How dare she come, after what she'd done!

Gathering her composure, Jenn made her way over to Diana's table. The gorgeous blonde saw her coming and smiled warmly to her as she rested her cheek on her palm, her free hand playing with the lime wedge on her drink.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here again," Jenn said with a cold tone. "You didn't bring your girlfriends this time, either."

"Hey, Jenn. No, I didn't bring them. I came here to see you, and you only."

Jenn nodded, crossing her arms beneath her bosom and looking stern. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm. I wanted to talk to you. You didn't give me a chance the last time I saw you... and I've had some time to think also." She shifted sidewise on the bench seating in her booth and patted the space she'd freed up beside her. "Please?"

Jenn glanced at her phone. "Well. I still have ten minutes on my break. Fine." She sat herself across from Diana instead of the cozy little space beside her.

"Thank you, Jenn." Diana took a sip of her drink. "Now, first, I believe I must apologize. Must."

Jenn just blinked, not even nodding her head in response, though she had to agree that an apology was called for.

"What I did was bad. It was rude, it was inconsiderate, it was selfish... Let me explain. Now my explanation will in no way make me any less of a bad person. I just want some understanding between us, so you can see things from my point of view..."

"Okay, well my clock is ticking. Get on with it."

Diana sighed, collecting her thoughts before she continued. "My life has been strange, since your family left town. I kept to myself, in terms of relationships, for basically the rest of high school. After that, well, I realized that... um... I'm uh, as you know, very unique... and well. I hope you don't hate this sort of explanation, but. I realized that I can pretty much have whatever I want. And what I have wanted, for the past three years, is beautiful girls. And they want me, too. Life has been awesome."

"Well, this is one hell of an explanation."

"Hold on Jenn, just bare with me. I think I got very used to life being so amazing. I moved here and started all over again, and soon enough I built myself a brand new circle of girlfriends. And yeah, it is understood between you and I now that we all have our fun. Mostly I do though, to be honest.

"I have been so used to this life, of taking what I want and adding it to my collection, that when I ran into you I just automatically went through the motions of incorporating you into that group. And that is wrong. I am so sorry."

Jenn frowned, feeling some unwanted emotions rising within her.

"It was wrong. You aren't like the other girls, Jenn. We... you and I, we were best friends. And when we were together Monday night, I felt something special. It was pure, it was real."

Jenn looked down at her phone, checking the time. A single tear was slowly making its way down her cheek. "I need to get back to work now."

"Alright Jenn. I have more to say, though. I'll be here, waiting. I mean what I said!"

***

It was a Friday night and Audrey was alone. Worse still, she was bored, and maybe a little horny. She started phoning her girlfriends:

"Hello?"

"Hey, Erica. What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing. I just put the kids to bed."

"Wanna do something tonight?"

"Oh no, I can't on such short notice. I wouldn't be able to get a babysitter at this hour. Besides, I've already had a couple glasses of wine."

"Damn. Really, though? Don't you want to go see Diana with me? After how Wednesday turned out?"

"Oh, sure. But no." There was a pause. "Actually, Wednesday went pretty well..."




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 03



"...What?"

"Oh, well, Stacy and I got Diana to come around, in the end..."

"Ugh, really? You sluts!"

"Hahaha. Well anyway, you can count me out tonight."

"Alright. Bye."

"Bye."

Dammit. In her head were images of herself sprawled out on fine sheets... Diana was hovering over her, pumping that beautiful mammoth cock of hers in ecstasy, covering her with thick ropes of cum which splashed against her mouth, chin and neck. She gladly gulped it down while the other girls obediently licked her body and touched her in private places... 

Stacy was Audrey's next place to turn, as though she wasn't as useful as Erica she was almost always looking to have some fun.

"Hi Audrey."

"Hey Stacy, you little slut. I heard what you and Erica did after you dropped me off."

Stacy giggled softly into her phone. "Mm-hmmm. It was good, too."

"Well, would you like to give it another go tonight?"

"Sure. But on such short notice? Have you talked to anyone else?"

"No, not really, except Erica. She's stuck with her kids. But you know, Diana's birthday is next week, so we could like... give her an early surprise birthday party."

"Oh, okay!"

"Yeah. Well, I'm going to keep calling the rest of us. I'll come pick you up around twelve thirty."

"Okay. Bye."

***

Though she still wore the skirt and boots of her uniform Jenn's loose jacket enveloped her, and her purse from her shoulder. It was finally time to close up for the night, and she was ready to go home for a rest.

Diana had stuck around until the very end, still ordering that steady flow of drinks. She stood by the doorway now, for hers and all the other tables now had chairs stacked on them as another waitress vacuumed the carpet.

"You know, I saw your bill. So should I take anything you say seriously?" Jenn asked.

"Oh, of course you can. I can really hold my liquor... a couple dozen rum and cokes is no big deal."

Jenn squinted at Diana, wondering why, if that were actually true, it was necessary for rum to even be in her drinks. "Well... okay. I mean, other than your breath, you don't seem very drunk."

"Right? Here, I'll walk you to your bus. Where were we?"

They picked up a brisk pace. "You were telling me about... Monday night," Jenn mumbled.

"Right. It was special... something very different from what I have had with my other girls. It's something I'd like to have again."

"Of course you would."

"Yes... and I would give up all of them for it. For you."

Jenn started to slow, turning to look at Diana. "You... you would?"

They came to a stop and Diana stepped close, tenderly taking Jenn's hands. "Yes, I would. I think it's time to change my ways. I had it right the first time, when it was just you and I."

Jenn just blinked, her mouth opening slightly to reply, though she couldn't find the words.

"Let's try again," Diana said. "We'll do it right. Just you and me. Starting tonight."

Jenn stepped toward her. She pressed herself close and wrapped her arms around Diana's sides. "Okay," she whispered.

Chapter 19

From the moment they entered Diana's room clothes were being shorn and bodies were grinding together. Lips passionately joined. Having come to an agreement, all that was left for the two young ladies to do was satisfy the desires they both felt, in what would surely be the first of many couplings. 

Diana had Jenn crushed against the wall with her sizable breasts, a powerful pushing force when they were bound by her bra. She had forced Jenn's skirt up around her waist, letting her indulge in lewd handfuls of her sweet, rounded bottom. Jenn just groaned and sighed, all too glad to be the victim of Diana's lust, which she could already feel creeping down her thigh.

She started to pull up at the hem of Diana's shirt. Feeling that tug, Diana stepped back, giving Jenn the space to do her work. With that tiny white t-shirt removed Jenn was quick to have her own dark blue tank top off also before Diana pinned her once more with the vast cleavage within that pink bra.

Diana was getting harder and harder, and eventually Jenn could feel the hotness of her exposed member against her leg as its length exceeded that of her own denim skirt. During their first reunion Jenn was initially shocked and intimidated by the sheer size of her, but by her second encounter that huge tool was the main subject of her cravings. Moaning deeply, she ran a hand along the extent available to her reach.

Discomfort eventually her desire to stay close, and Diana had to step back again to shed more of her clothes. Efficiently she pulled both her skirt and her usual tight black undershorts down. Her length sprung free as she reached her knees, only to settle in a position jutting way out before her as she got to work undoing her bra.

Jenn immediately got to her knees. As she followed suit in removing her own bra from her smaller yet still very impressive breast she already had the hardening end of it in her mouth. By the time she was tossing her bra aside her other hand was working its way up and down Diana's long shaft, eliciting moans and chuckles from the gorgeous goddess of a blonde as she reached her full hardness. 

For a moment they continued like that, with Diana standing nude as Jenn in her thong and displaced skirt worked her tool. Eventually Diana reached to her chin and tilted it up, and by gently lifting she urged her to stand again. Jenn's lips smacked loudly as she reluctantly let go of Diana and rose.

"So... you tell me, my bed or that couch?"

"Your bed, definitely."

"Then come," Diana said, as with swaying hips and a stiffly bouncing shaft she led her to the bedroom.

As she stood before the bed Jenn started to shimmy out of her skirt and thong. Diana laid herself down, assuming an angelically divine pose despite the massive tool that sprouted from her groin. It throbbed with anticipation as she watched Jenn's fantastic figure become bared.

Jenn laid beside her, and at a more measured pace they began to kiss. They delicately stroked each others bodies as they pressed themselves breast to breast. The feel of Diana's steely rod against her belly was giving her basal urges, but she let the moment linger. They were now lovers, and they would kiss as such. She was overjoyed to have her Diana back for real, to be alone with her in her bed.

As if reading her mind, Diana whispered: "I'm all yours now... this is the way it should be." Jenn nodded and reached down to give her cock a long, slow stroke. Indeed, that was only hers also...

***

"Just us, huh?" Audrey said. It wasn't often that she did the driving, but circumstances dictated that she would be at the wheel.

"Uh huh," Stacy replied as she buckled herself in. "I didn't wanna call Donna, because you know. And Shelley lives too far away anyway."

"Alright, fair enough."

They drove on towards Diana's apartment.

***

"Mmmhhh, babe," Diana groaned. She laid back luxuriously, her eyes blissfully shut as Jenn kneeled beside her. She had Diana's cock again tucked in her mouth, while she slowly yet firmly tugged up and down at its length. 

Diana reached out to tease Jenn's slit, where she found she was already very much aroused and ready, wet and slick. She licked her finger, then said, "do you think you can get on top?"

Jenn reluctantly released the tip, though she still slowly worked the shaft. She felt some hesitation, for she was unsure about how she would go about taking the lead on such a massive tool. She was also very much enjoying those moments of worshipful attention. "Well, ...it's worth a shot." 

She swung her leg over Diana's supine form and stood on her knees. Holding that member parallel to her body, the head was level with her hips. "You're just so fucking huge, though."

Diana giggled softly and gave her hips a little wiggle, which continued all the way up to those voluminous globes on her chest. "Yeah... so?" She took her own cock in one of her slender hands, ready to guide it in.

Jenn rose a couple inches off of her knees, and Diana took aim. Slowly Jenn lowered herself, moaning weakly as she felt that hot hardness begin to part her lips and make its way inside. Settling back down on her knees, she already had several inches of her buried. She started to rock her hips gently, easing herself into the lovemaking process, gradually taking more and more.

"Oh yes. Yes, yes," Diana purred. Jenn was pleased to see her smiling wide with pleasure as she laid back and kneaded her own hefty breasts. This was lovemaking. Sharing that smile, Jenn bent close to place a couple kisses on her lips, the movement achingly passing more of that cock into her until there was room for no more. At that moment, completely filled by Diana with her breath upon her lips and her beautiful, perfect visage filling her vision, Jenn knew she was hopelessly in love.

***

"What floor is she, again?"

"Eighth," Audrey said. "Room eleven."

It was just their luck that someone was leaving the building as they arrived. They'd caught the door, saving them the trouble of having to buzz themselves in... and adding to the element of surprise. Now they were on their way up, moments away from a surprise visit. Privately, they were both already wet with anticipation for the fun they would surely be having...

***

"Yes, god, just like that," Diana cried. Jenn was crouched over her, thrusting up and down over that cock, repeatedly impaling herself on as much of it as she could. It wasn't the prettiest way to make love, but the time for elegance was behind them; now mad with pleasure, they coupled like animals. Her thighs were starting to burn but she fought on, because it just felt so damn good. With each pass the ridge of Diana's head ravaged her G-spot.

Jenn eventually collapsed over Diana, the ache in her legs too great to continue. Wasting not a moment, Diana grabbed Jenn's hips and started to thrust in and out of her, taking over with the same speed and vigour that Jenn had displayed. 

"Whoaa, fuck!" Jenn groaned. She simply hovered there, letting Diana drive into her and stir up intense sensations in her deepest. The blonde then ramped up a notch, moving with a power she was unable to attain on her own.

"Oh god, don't stop... don't stop, don't stop!"

Despite all the time they'd spent apart Diana still knew what to do to make Jenn cream. In a careful but sudden move she flipped Jenn onto her back, their breasts bouncing heavily with the change of position, and moved her grip from her hips to her thighs. Holding her legs wide open, she started to mercilessly attack Jenn's most sensitive spot with quick, shallow thrusts.

"Oh, fffffuck!"

***

Stacy and Audrey stopped dead in their tracks at that sound. They were two doors down from Diana's room but they could already hear the cries of pleasure coming from within.

"What the fuck," Audrey muttered. They shared a look of confusion, then marched over to that door and pressed their ears against it. There were soft moans and sighs and the rhythmic creaks of a mattress, amidst the constant sound of deep, rapid breath.

"Okay, stop, please, I can't take anymore," they heard their interloper cry.

It wasn't the voice of any of their group. Someone else was in that room, and whatever Diana was doing to her, it must have felt good.

"Oh, Jenn baby, but I'm so close," Diana gasped.

Audrey and Stacy's heads snapped towards each other. Jenn, Audrey mouthed. Stacy nodded.

***

Diana laid herself back, biting her lip softly as she worked her huge, glistening cock in tiny motions, her fingers grasping the area just below the head. It was enough to keep her where she was, two steps away from climax. In her disorientation Jenn watched Diana pleasure herself. She observed how the movements of her slender arm repeatedly quivered the beautifully large sphere of her adjacent breast. Pre was steadily running out onto her hand.

When Jenn had sufficiently regained her strength she crawled toward Diana on all fours. Diana stopped stroking, simply holding her cock steady so Jenn could take over. The pre had dripped down that entire length, so she started at Diana's sac. She slowly slid her tongue up, higher and higher, picking up that delicious slippery fluid until she met Diana's fingers, so contrasted to the monster tool they encircled. She kissed them, then plunged the head into her mouth, where she drank that slow flow of precum from the source.

Diana dropped her hand to her side, surrendering to Jenn's tongue. Her mouth fell slack from the all-consuming pleasure. "Jenn... uhh, damn. I want to finish inside you."

"Okay," Jenn whispered. She got to her feet and slowly lowered herself over Diana's huge tool. "Ooh... I can tell you're about to blow. You feel even huger."

"Uh-huh," Diana replied, wincing as Jenn's warm body enveloped her once more. With two thirds of her length buried, the tip of her cock was pressed against Jenn's deepest.

With one hand on Diana's shoulder for support, Jenn reached down and grabbed the remaining few inches of shaft. She rose a bit, giving herself a little more area to work, and began to quickly, firmly milk the base of that penetrating pillar. Diana started to become tense, her face contorting as the immense pressure built within her. "Come on, baby... give me that huge cum."

Diana pressed her cheek against the pillow, and with a feeble sigh pushed her hips up, again sinking herself as far in as Jenn could take her. She erupted.

"Ohh, my god," Jenn whispered. That vast pillar was spasming hugely inside her, and with each mighty shudder a wave of hot cum washed through her, only to spurt out of that tightly crammed place onto Diana's thighs. She started to work herself up and down the shaft a few times more, revelling in the feel of her lover's hardness and hot blasts mid orgasm.

Chapter 20

Audrey and Stacy were silent as they left the apartment. There was little to say, for they hadn't yet had any time to digest what they'd heard outside of Diana's door.

Finally Stacy broke the silence as Audrey started up her car. "So is that Jenn girl Diana's new favourite? And she won't even invite us out now?"

"...I don't know. I guess," Audrey said. "I mean she didn't even text us, she just... went off with her."

Stacy pouted, staring out of the car window. "Oh well... I mean, they're old friends and all." She sighed. "But it seems unfair."

"I have a feeling this won't just be a one-night thing." Indeed, she'd heard in Diana's voice something that was missing from all of her interactions with them... a need, a dependence. It was very much unlike the cocky, self-assured attitude she showed during their group orgies. "I wouldn't be surprised if we start hearing from her a lot less."

"So Jenn has taken her from us."

"Well, yeah. Simply put, I think that's exactly what's happened."

There was silence again, save for the sounds of the road. Audrey turned on the radio.

The simple sort of girl she was, Stacy's thoughts were mostly ones of self pity. How unfortuitous it was, that Diana should reject them when they all adored her and craved her! Audrey on the other hand was already weighing her options, picking and choosing courses of action. One of the many lessons she'd learned from her father was that there were always ways to get what you want. They weren't always morally sound ways, but as long as you were smart enough to cover your tracks things would work out in your favour.

"Whoa, whoa, easy!" Stacy cried. Audrey had come to a screeching halt behind another car at a red light. "Why are you driving so fast? Are you angry?"

"Angry...? Oh, I guess. Maybe a little. Yeah, I am, actually. I'm also just thinking."

"Okay. About what?"

"Oh, I dunno. Angry stuff."

"You aren't thinking about doing something to Jenn, are you?"

Audrey took her eyes off the car in front of her and fixed a blank stare on Stacy.

"But she was so nice! I mean sure she's taking away Diana, but-"

"Yeah, she is a 'nice' girl," Audrey interrupted. The firmness in her voice gave her authority, and Stacy went silent. "But the thing is... nice girls finish last. Right now we're the ones finishing last. Are we gonna be nice?"

Stacy shrugged.

"We're going to have to show just how not-nice we can be."

"Okay, fine. But how?"

Audrey paused. "I'll have to think about that."

"Why don't we get the other girls involved? We can have a big brainstorming session."

"Hmph," Audrey retorted. Would that be a good idea? "I dunno. Maybe. Do you think we could all keep a secret? Or that the others would be willing to do something immoral? I don't think Donna would, she's too wimpy. And Shelley, I don't even. She's just weird."

"To get Diana back, sure."

"Yeah, well. I really don't know. Why don't we just arrange a meeting and test the waters."

"Sure, okay. I'll start texting them now."

Chapter 21

The gathering was taking place the following Saturday at Audrey's condo, around eight pm. As far as the other girls knew, it would be just another of their typical get-togethers... after all, would she really be able to get the whole group assembled if they knew it was to plot misfortune upon Diana's friend? As was typical at their gatherings there were drinks, in this case a couple bottles of wine.

Erica was the last to arrive. "So, where's Diana," she asked with her usual easy going half-grin.

"Apparently she won't be coming, tonight," Shelley said. From the look on her face Erica could see that she thought it was quite odd, and likewise Erica felt the same. Then why were they all there?

"That's right. In fact, I don't think she'll be coming out to see us much at all, anymore," Audrey said.

The soft chatter in that living room died down. Audrey suddenly had everyone's attention.

"What, what do you mean, she won't be seeing us?" Donna mumbled flatly.

"I mean, someone's taken her from us."

"Who? Is she alright?" Erica asked.

"Oh, she's fine. She's great. It's Jenn, her old friend. The waitress. They've been off having fun together, just the two of them... unbeknownst to us."

"That's okay. We'll just have to call up Diana, remind her that we're still around and looking to have some fun also," Erica said.

"Yeah, what's the big deal? She's probably just having a little honeymooner with the newest member of our posse. She and Jenn will probably both be with us in a matter of days," Shelley said, amidst nods of agreement.

"No, I don't think it's quite like that. You saw the way Jenn stormed out on Wednesday, after your band's show. That girl does not intend to share Diana," Audrey replied. "In fact, the only way I can see them getting together again is if Diana told her she won't see us anymore."

"Okay. So how do you know this," asked Donna.

"Audrey and I went down to Diana's apartment last night, to surprise her," said Stacy. "Jenn was in there with her. They were um... very noisy."

Several gazes were turned downcast at that, disappointed to hear that there was empirical evidence for what Audrey was saying.

"Well, this sucks. No offence to the rest of you, but I kind of need Diana to be here to make it, ah... worth my time," Erica said.

Privately, Shelley squeezed Donna's hand. At least they were worth each other's time.

"Yup. Which brings us to why I had us gather here, tonight," Audrey said. "We're gonna get Diana back."

"How?" said Donna.

"By any means necessary," Audrey replied quickly, darkly in fact. Stacy winced, having already discussed some possible 'means' with her.

"Whoa, whoa. Are you telling me you're going to do something to that girl?" Shelley asked.

"Not just me. We," Audrey said, gesturing broadly to the rest of the group. "Provided, you're all in with me on this. Let's vote."

The girls passed around a few glances and shrugs.




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 03



"All in favour of removing Jenn the stupid slutty waitress, raise your hand," Stacy said.

Audrey and Stacy raised their hands. Erica looked indecisive. Shelley crossed her arms defiantly, while Donna just snuggled up closer to her.

"Okay, so all against," Audrey said.

Shelley and Donna both raised their hands, while Erica remained undecided.

"You haven't voted yet," Stacy reminded Erica.

"I know, I know. I... I'll need to think about it."

"Your vote will tip the balance. Come on, what will it be?" Audrey urged.

Shelley turned to Erica, who was struggling for words. "It's wrong. So what if Jenn's taken Diana away? That's Diana's choice. We have no right to interfere with that."

"Yeah. And Jenn is nice. She doesn't deserve... whatever it is you intend to do to her," Donna added.

"Uh-huh," Audrey said, beginning her defensive. "So you're telling me it's all well and fine that Diana will be gone? You're telling me that you don't need her? That you're not craving her, right now?"

There was silence.

"Yeah, just as I thought. Whatever Diana is... it isn't normal. And we all need her, in a way that isn't normal."

Erica nodded her agreement. It was true.

"So, do you vote in our favour?" asked Audrey.

"I don't know," Erica said. She got to her feet, suddenly very weary about the whole situation. "I'll need to think about it. I'm going to go now... and I'll tell you what I think, once I've decided."

"And you can count us out," Shelley said as she and Donna also rose. "We aren't going to have anything to do with any of your plots."

"Fine. That's fine," Audrey said. She turned her gaze down to her glass of wine as the three left her apartment. "It's up to you, Erica. Make the right choice."

Chapter 22

Erica was kind enough to give Donna and Shelley rides home. Shelley righteously took that opportunity to try and sway her vote away from whatever treachery Audrey would come up with.

"Erica, don't go with Audrey on this. I'm pretty sure she intends to do something illegal. Do you know how her dad does business? He's basically like a mob boss with political affiliations."

Erica nodded, "yeah. Yeah, I know."

"So, we could get in a lot of trouble. And personally, I don't think I could deal with the guilt of whatever ends up happening here."

"Shelley, what you're saying makes a lot of sense. But I'm afraid it's not that simple, for me."

"What do you mean?" Donna asked.

"Girls, do you know how old I am?"

"Uh, is that a trick question? I guess you're like, thirty five," Shelley said.

"Nope. Forty-five."

"No way," Shelley said. "I couldn't tell."

"Yeah, no one can. Before I met Diana, I was getting wrinkles. Gray hairs. I was starting to sag, etcetera. Not a pretty picture. But somehow, that's been undone. The clock has been turned back since then."

Shelley and Donna had no response.

"She's the fountain of youth, girls. I mean, how do you feel after we've spent the night with her?"

"Pretty um... pretty amazing. Like I can do anything," Shelley said.

"Like I've got a belly full of gold," Donna chimed in.

"Exactly. She's some sort of magic. And now we are considering giving that up. How do we cope with that? How can I cope with growing old? I'm not done with my youth, yet!"

"But, Erica... it's the right thing to do. She might seriously try and hurt Jenn," Shelley said.

"Well, like I said back there. I'm going to have to think about it, and I'll get back to you all once I've decided."



The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 04



Chapter 23

Melissa emerged from the shower. With nought but a towel around herself she plopped down onto the bed she'd been sharing with her sister.

"Did anything happen while I was gone?"

"Well, yeah I guess," Angela said, "as in, not much, for a change."

"Oh yeah? How do you mean," Melissa said as she wrapped another towel around her sopping strawberry blonde hair.

"Well for once they're dressed and not having sex."

"Oh, yeah, that is a pretty big change isn't it?"

"Yeah! It's pretty amazing."

Melissa sat down in front of their spyglass, squinted shut one of her eyes and took a look. Through it she saw Diana and Jenn were snuggled up on a couch, dressed in comfortable clothes, evidently watching something on Diana's television. "So they've been together the entire weekend."

"Mhmm."

"I think she's settling on this girl, then."

"Yeah, looks like it. I mean she hasn't seen any of the other ones since, um... last Wednesday."

"That's good," Melissa said. "I think she's starting to get it."

Angela nodded. "And I like this brown haired one. You should have seen her walking around in those yoga pants."

After a couple moments Melissa pulled back from the spyglass and turned to face her sister. "I just hope all those other girls don't create some sort of backlash about this."

"Because they're upset that Diana has chosen this one instead of them?"

"Uh-huh. A woman behaves very unpredictably when she is separated from her goddess..."

"Yeah, yeah... And there's five of them. Five little hotties, feeling all deprived." Angela leaned in closer, speaking in a lower, conspiratorial tone. "You know what we'll have to do?"

"Investigate further?" Melissa said, grinning gleefully.

"Yep."

"I'll call front desk and extend our stay."

Chapter 24

It had been two days since that meeting at Audrey's apartment, yet still there had been no word from Erica on whether or not she supported her treacherous plans. No bother; the point of that gathering was not actually to come to any group consensus. Their votes demonstrated to Audrey who could and couldn't be trusted to participate in the plot she intended to put into motion. Shelley and Donna were out, as predicted. Erica would also be left in the dark. She only had Stacy on her side.

She was seated by herself at a coffee house, cupping some sort of frothy chai-latte concoction in her hands pensively. What would her father do, in her sort of situation? Despite his secrecy Audrey had always been aware of his shadier practices. When someone wouldn't cooperate, his first step was always a warning. He would use their fears against them, to scare them into compliance. That was usually enough, and if it wasn't... their funeral would soon follow.

But what could she do to frighten Jenn? She regretted paying so little attention to Diana's girlfriend during that past Wednesday. She still knew next to nothing about her, except for her name and where she worked. Besides, once jolted Jenn would probably go running to Diana, who would see right through such scare tactics and suspect one of her own as the culprit. Then there would be no point in even trying; Diana wouldn't want to have anything to do with any of them.

There was no choice but to go right to the final step. Jenn would have to be eliminated, by force. No details could connect her to the incident. Though she didn't yet know how she was going to accomplish that, she knew she was going to have to tie up some loose ends first.

She began by writing a group text to Shelley, Donna and Erica. 

No vote from Erica means 3 against 2. Won't be doing anything about Diana's girlfriend. It was a silly idea, and a dangerous one too. I must have just been feeling caught up in the moment.

Hopefully the others would believe her and forget all about her little plot.

Chapter 25

Wednesday had come around again, though this time Diana was only going to be spending that midweek night with Jenn. After one of her classes they met up at the shopping mall and were casually wandering those noisy halls and browsing stores. It was a nice way to start their night, to be as they once had been as a pair of teenage mallrats.

"Ooh let's take a look in there," Jenn said as she tugged on Diana's wrist. Diana was reluctant, resisting slightly and having to be dragged into that pink and black lingerie store.

"Ah, I don't know if that's a good idea..."

Jenn turned to face her, grinning playfully. "Oh, come on! Don't you want to pick something for me to wear tonight?" She stepped closer and added more privately, "something tiny...?"

Diana nodded, already feeling charmed at the thought of having Jenn in something naughtier than just their usual nothing. "Yeah. But, ah, I usually try to avoid places like this."

"Not today," Jenn said, and with an enticing sway she sashayed her sexy self into that store with Diana in tow.

Soon enough Jenn was rummaging through the bins of underwear. "Ooh yeah, I like this," she said as she picked out a tiny black thong. She held it over her tight fitted jeans, modelling it for Diana. "What do you think?"

"That's good," Diana said. "But try something more exotic... You're always wearing those, anyway." She stepped over to another bin and pulled out a much more interesting item. "Like this."

It was a lace teddy: Translucent pink ruffled strips would travel up from the waistband to cover each breast, thinning into little straps that would run down her back until meeting the waist on the other side. Lower, a narrow band of the same material would cross over her crotch before narrowing into a g string.

"Pink," Jenn commented as she took the little outfit in her hands.

"Yeah. You're always wearing blacks and blues... Why not change it up?"

Jenn pressed it against her body, modelling the item for Diana. She smiled prettily while striking a saucy pose. "Okay. If you say so... Anything for you."

Diana just chuckled and nodded her head as she imagined Jenn wearing it at home. It looked like it was made for her slender hourglass form, though her wonderful double-Ds would probably be packed a little tightly... not that that was a bad thing. "Okay... okay, that's good, very good," she said as she started to shift her purse so it would hang over her front.

Jenn watched Diana fidget. With a grin and a little giggle, she knew exactly what she was trying to hide. "Oh... is this why you don't usually come into shops like this?"

Diana looked away. "Yes."

"Well you still have to help me try this on!"

"No! Hell no, that's not going to be a good idea."

"Well... We still have to pick something out for you to wear tonight, also."

To wear tonight. Diana's cock twitched at the thought of having Jenn in that little lace teddy. "No, no I think I'd better leave before I embarrass myself. You can get me something, anything in fact. Just make sure the cups are a 36G..."

"Okay," Jenn said with a slightly mocking nod of her head. She was far too amused by Diana's awkward circumstance.

"I'll meet you in the food court. Bye for now!" Still pressing her purse against her crotch, Diana gave Jenn a quick peck on the cheek and quickly left the store.

By the time she had reached the food court she'd cooled off enough to let her handbag hang normally. She took a seat and dug her phone out of her purse, seeking to pass the time until Jenn would rejoin her. Just as she unlocked the phone it began to buzz, and the screen read ' incoming call: SHELLEY JOHNSON'. Diana smiled; it was always a pleasure to hear from that pretty and vivacious tattooed girl.

"Hello?"

"Hey, that was fast. How's it going Diana?"

"Not bad, rocker chick. How are you?"

"I've been alright. Long time to chat."

Diana felt a slight pang of guilt for her unannounced absence from the girls. "Yeah... yeah, I guess it's been a week! Time flies." 

"It does," Shelley said softly. 

"So, what's up?"

"Well... okay, Diana. This is going to be a serious phone call, unfortunately."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It's, um. It's Audrey. Okay... okay, look. Audrey and Stacy say that you've been off with Jenn..."

Diana felt another little stab of guilt. She wondered how the two were staying so up to date with her personal life.

"...and that's pretty much how it's going to be from now on. And that's okay. But for some of the other girls, it's not. Diana, Audrey had some sort of meeting on Saturday, and she asked us to vote on who wanted to 'do something' about that."

"Do something about it...?"

"Yeah. As in, probably something really bad. To get rid of Jenn, for good. Donna and I voted against, and Erica was undecided. Stacy I guess is just following along with Audrey, so they voted yes, and well... you might have heard how her dad does business."

"So you're saying Audrey might want to try to have Jenn killed," Diana said, trying not to inject any emotion into her voice.

"Yeah. She might, Diana. The vote was against her in the end so she said she wouldn't. But still, I figured I ought to warn you, just in case."

Diana slumped, palming her face in utter disbelief.

"Diana... are you still there?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just... wow. Unbelievable. There are no words."

"Yeah... uh. Well... I don't know what else to say, either. I guess, just, tell Jenn to be careful."

"I will."

"Okay. We miss you, Diana. If you ever want to hang out, just as friends or whatever, we'll always be here."

"I know that, and... and I want you to know that you truly are a friend, Shelley. Thank you."

"No problem babe. Kisses!"

"Kisses. Buhbye."

With her face still hidden Diana absently watched the various other people in the food court through the crack between her fingers. She suddenly felt very weary, though her thoughts were racing. I always knew Audrey was a sly one, but this... my god. How could she be so heartless?

Yet there were two sides to that coin. This might be my fault. In that letter my parents sent me, they told me to choose one girl... 'one who strikes me as more worthy than any of the others'. Diana knew that letter word for word. By now it was a tattered sheet that was near disintegration from all the times her younger self had secretly studied it. 

To further quote it: 'She will become very attached to you, 'mated' you might say, as would any other female human who shares your intimacy.' 

It was then that Diana realized each of the five girls were mated to her. They each needed her, and yet she had chosen Jenn. Though it was the right choice it didn't change the fact that the others must have felt extremely deprived and jealous now... so jealous that one of them was considering murder. 

With that harsh lesson learned, Diana was matured. From then on her old ways, the frivolous behaviours of a juvenile goddess, were behind her. She would live in the manner her instincts dictated, monogamously dedicated to her sole chosen partner.

Chapter 26

They retired to Jenn's room, for though it was a more smaller and more humble place than Diana's home it was also a lot closer to the mall, meaning they would be able to try on their newly acquired lingerie much sooner.

"Okay, so let's see what you got me," Diana said as she opened up the shopping bag. She gently dropped the frilly little pink number she'd chosen for Jenn onto the coffee table, revealing below it the item Jenn had picked up. "Oh... oh, wow," she said as she lifted it out of the bag.

"Yeah. It's called a 'skirted teddy'." The article Diana held was made of fine black mesh and bubblegum pink silk. It was essentially pink bra cups with frilled black details, then from the bra a strip of black mesh trailed down the front to form a tiny fringe of a pink mini skirt that had no hope of covering any woman's behind, let alone any goddesses' member. "It also came with a thong, but you won't have any use for it so I'm keeping it. Amazing that I didn't have to go into the plus sizes to get cups that would fit you."

"Yeah, geez. Okay, so you want me to try this on."

"Um, yeah," Jenn said with a giggle.

Diana turned around and began to strip out of her clothes, and Jenn was keen to observe her lover's awe inspiring body as she changed. Black straps criss-crossed her pale back as she slid into the tiny garment. Once that adorable and insignificant excuse for a skirt circled her cheeks she began to adjust the bra, positioning her jiggling globes in it properly and making adjustments to the straps. All the while her flaccid member and sac could be seen swaying slightly between her thighs with every movement. 

Eventually she turned around and struck a pose, "ta-da..."

"Oooh. Wow," Jenn said, stepping closer as she eyed Diana's blessed figure up and down. With just a strip of that black mesh connecting the bra to the skirt, so much of Diana's fit and feminine body were on display beneath her hefty set, which were packed into that bra and held high and round. Jenn's fingers played with the pink fringe of her skirt as she stared hungrily at the ivory monster that hung from within it, eight inches while unaroused. "It's... perfect. I just want you to fuck me now, really bad."

"Yeah yeah," Diana said as with a little push to Jenn's collar she created distance between themselves. "Now you. Go on..."

Jenn giggled softly and then began to wriggle out of her tight jeans. She tossed off her tank top. Turning around to face the coffee table, she slipped her thong down, presenting to Diana what waited for her as she bent to have it off and grab her lace teddy. She held the strappy pink fluff in front of her for a moment, considering just how one goes about putting on such a tiny thing before gingerly stepping into the mere strings and pulling up. 

Diana hissed softly as the G string disappeared between her cheeks. Jenn next passed each strap over her shoulders and adjusted them so their widened front portions would properly pass over her breasts. "A bit small on my boobs," she said as she turned to face Diana, revealing her cleavage to be packed much tighter than any of the lingerie brand's models were in advertisements. Finally she secured the waistband, drawing the two broad transparent pink ribbons of the front close to her to compliment her trim figure. 

"My god," Diana murmured as she stepped closer to Jenn and placed her hands on her hips. With each movement her immense breasts bounced inside her garment, her member swaying heavily as already it had lengthened some. "You look... so hot."

Without response Jenn got closer still, and bust to licentiously presented bust they kissed, softly at first, though with an almost instantly increasing passion. As their tongues lashed Jenn felt Diana's shaft warmly pulsing against her mid thigh. She traced her hand up and down that insistent tool, covering the area within her skirt to the lowest extents she could reach without bending down. 

The skin of Diana's member was tightening to her touch as it quickly thickened and grew, for she was intensely aroused to see her normally darkly clad girlfriend in something so feminine and vulnerable. She was also thrilled to be wearing something so revealing and overtly sexual. Soon she was so stiff that she had to turn her hips, letting her cock jut out to Jenn's side as it reached for the sky. 

With her fully hard Jenn had access to the entire length, and as she traced her hand along her lover's huge studly hardness she began to feel that deep need in her loins... but before that, she needed a taste. She stepped back to again relish in the sight of her, her gaze lingering upon that throbbing fourteen inch fuckstick which was so boldly contrasted to the sexualized femininity of Diana's divine body. She dropped to her knees, gazing up expectantly at her.

Diana slowly lowered herself to sit on the coffee table, and as her bottom hit the cold surface her shaft bobbed dauntingly before Jenn, who licked her lips, rapt with lust. She spread her legs as she crawled closer.

Jenn slid a hand down, starting just below the head to slowly descend until it disappeared within her tiny skirt. She repeated with the other hand, turning her gaze up to meet Diana's. She again licked her lips wantingly, and then as if on cue the precum began to slowly dribble out.

"Ohh, babe," Diana moaned as Jenn eagerly began to tongue and slurp up that sweet treat. She was overcome with an urge to hump her girth into Jenn's throat, but knowing from her own experience how improbable a fit that would be she resisted. She chose to take Jenn's hands, their fingers weaving together as their palms met and hung in the air at each side of her turgid cock, for if she had to fight her urge to thrust, Jenn's urges to squeeze and stroke would also be denied.

With only her mouth to connect her to the end of Diana's lusty shaft Jenn's head bobbed as she gulped and gagged needily. Her chin glistened and dripped with a lewd mixture of precum and her own spit.

"Hhhho, yes," Diana moaned as with a stiff lurch of her cock she filled Jenn's cheeks with pre, eliciting a grateful sigh from the gorgeous brunette. Her unsatisfied urge to abuse Jenn's mouth was supplanted by mental images of herself carnally thrusting into her on that nearby couch. Seeing her in that tiny frilly little pink thing, she just wanted to fuck her senseless.

Inspired by that imagery, Diana tilted her hips away, pulling her glistening rod away from Jenn's mouth, and rose to her feet. With their hands still pressed together and fingers still tightly weaved, Jenn had to follow. The look in Diana's eyes was predatory as she guided her back towards the couch. 

Their barely covered chests jiggled and jostled while Diana's rod bounced stiffly between them as the few feet of distance around the table were travelled. When cushion hit leg Jenn fell back onto the couch, pulling Diana over her as she went. She wasted no time in spreading her legs, revealing the intense glistening arousal of her desire. "God, I want you inside me. Fuck me," she whispered.

Wasting not another moment, Diana simply nodded her head, then without hands took aim and slid herself into Jenn slowly. The tense head of her shaft bluntly nudged the thin pink strip of her G string out of the way, and inch after tight inch gradually enveloped her. She moaned lowly. Once buried as deeply as she could be she carefully lowered herself on top of Jenn, pinning her hands to the couch while her expansive bust did the same to her torso.

"Oh god Diana," Jenn whispered, always rapt at the first feel of herself so completely filled, surrendering to the hold Diana had on her. "So huge... fuck me, please!"

Diana silenced Jenn's pleads by pressing their lips together in a smouldering kiss. She began to rock her hips, gently pushing herself in and out. Jenn still did not remain quiet, for she sighed and moaned with each pass of that divine endowment. 

Finally they released hands as Diana instead filled her grasp with Jenn's generous breasts. Her nipples were plain to see and feel through the translucent pink material, their hardened points prodding against her indulgent touch. Jenn felt a mighty throb and the liquid heat of another burst of precum coating her insides. Her eyes widened with surprise before she giggled softly, breaking their kiss. 

Diana shared that giggle, then whispered: "You like that, hmm?" She slowed her thrusts to the tiniest wiggle. Jenn simply nodded, her gaze locked with Diana's adoringly. 

"You want more?"

Jenn nodded again, biting down on her bottom lip with wanton lust.

"Then you'll get plenty more." With that increased lubrication Diana was free to thrust faster and deeper. The steady rhythm of lovemaking was soon assumed, and Jenn was utterly incapacitated by the sensation of those huge, constant passes into her velvet confines. She moaned helplessly with a growing volume and urgency until Diana silenced her with another smouldering, messy kiss.




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 04



Each subsequent pass had Jenn tightening around Diana's seething rod, and her muffled whimpers were growing more and more fitful. Not even close to finishing yet, Diana began to mercilessly drive into her, the toned yet feminine muscles of her body flexing beneath the meager straps and frills of her teddy with each athletic push. She pulled out of that kiss and Jenn's cries were no longer silenced: "Oh, god dammit! Keep going!"

"That's right baby," Diana said as she repositioned herself upright and held one of Jenn's smooth bare legs before her for support. In that pose she easily pistoned into her, eliciting animal screams of ecstasy as Jenn entered a furious climax. Diana detachedly kissed that leg, unaffected. "You're so beautiful while you cum." She was letting herself go, subject to the command of the building sensations in her huge member, which seethed with the pressure of her pent up seed.

After a couple moments of that Jenn began to recoil from those savage passes, the pleasure having grown too much to bare. Diana took the cue to slow down, and the din of Jenn's cries decreased until she fully stopped. Diana was panting softly, having felt a hint of her own climax on its way. She gingerly pulled herself out and backed up to lie at the other end of the couch, her heavy shaft swinging with her every movement and occasionally tapping against her breasts. She very slowly began to stroke her last couple inches as she waited for Jenn to regain her senses.

Some of Jenn's brown locks had come free of their tie during their animal rut, giving her a look of erotic disarray. When her composure returned she crawled toward Diana with a catlike grace and laid over her. They shared a gentle kiss, a brief moment of peace that followed what had just taken place... yet the steady urging of Diana throbbing against Jenn's chest soon had the brunette dipping a hand low. Her slender fingers encircled that hot pulsating flesh and she began to make the long, slow trip up and down.

"Ooh, babe," Diana cooed. Her cheeks were flushed.

Jenn just smiled back, glowing from her recent orgasm. She didn't have to dip her head down too far; lips easily met the head of Diana's tense cock, and at a measured pace she began to tongue, revelling in her lover's taste as her delicate hand still gently ascended and descended.

"God, baby," Diana breathed. "I've got so much cum for you... feel like I'm going to burst." Jenn merely sighed her reply as she positioned herself more deliberately before that throbbing pillar, stroking faster. She was utterly in love with how impossibly long and thick Diana was, along with the heavenly taste of her cum. As if there were too much to hold in, it ever so slowly issued out of that shuddering rock solid rod, teasing Jenn's anticipation of the big finish.

She was biding her time as she did this, taking a moment to recover from the blessed ravaging she had just received, yet all the while she sensed that Diana needed a more direct sort of treatment to be finished off. 

She eventually rose to her feet so she could crouch over her reclining form. "Oh yes, please," Diana panted as she reached for Jenn's hips, ready to guide her back down. Those moments of gentle pleasuring had become agonizing to her - she needed to release! 

Jenn took a deep breath and started to lower herself. Slowly that long, throbbing treasure disappeared into her until she was filled once more. Diana held back the urge to wantonly buck her hips into her, letting her lead from above. Jenn had gotten rather good at it those past few days, and after a few warm-up passes she was taking Diana at an athletic pace.

"Fuck, oh god fuck me," Diana whimpered softly. Jenn looked on proudly, continuing those well practised movements without a care for how her breasts vaulted steadily in her pink teddy. "Oh Jenn, shit... you're becoming so good at that..."

"No one else can fuck you like I do, Diana..."

"Ah, ah... Uh-huh!"

Jenn leaned in to passionately french kiss her, practically colliding with her lips before commencing that ravaging caress. It didn't take much for Jenn at that point; she was already experiencing another mini-climax. All other movements ceased as she gasped deeply against her lips, and after the briefest tormented moment Diana took over. Feeling that the end was near, she pumped up into Jenn, hard and steady.

Jenn squealed into Diana's mouth at that sudden rush, the gentle orgasm she had induced in herself interrupted. Her breasts jostled and jumped in all possible directions, lightly smacking Diana's chin. She could feel the building tension of Diana about to burst within her, impossible to hold back now, so she pulled out of that kiss: "Yes, yes let me have it!"

Diana let go of Jenn's hips, her own still thrusting up unrestrainedly. Upon release Jenn quickly dismounted and dropped down to kneel before her, just in time to catch that shaft in her hands as it rocketed upward. As her grip collided with Diana's abdomen that first shotgun blast of cum burst, thickly spraying out, only to rain down on Diana's chest with a patter. It dripped thickly down the rounded sides of her breasts and drained into her tightly packed cleavage.

Diana fell back against the armrest of the couch, crying out with ecstasy as her cock seized and jerked, ejecting her copious gift. With an impassioned moan Jenn plunged the overflowing tip deep in her mouth, and as always despite her concerted efforts to swallow as much as she could the crack between lip and orgasmic flesh overflowed with each burst. She was kneeling over Diana's hips, and the excess spattered down onto Diana's cleavage. Jenn vigorously pumped and twisted her hands up and down, milking Diana for all she had.

The flow eventually decreased until Jenn could fully swallow each precious burst, which she did while still stroking and pulling. Meanwhile Diana lay there, twitching and gasping in ecstasy as she continued to empty herself.

Eventually sated, Jenn collapsed beside Diana and gave her a cream-laden kiss. With a moaning exhale Diana accepted, her cock still spasming and drooling pearly fluid as Jenn still slowly stroked its hardness. Dazed, she giggled softly.

"God, there was so much," Jenn whispered.

Diana just nodded, still giggling a little as her cheeks reddened.

"You're so amazing."

Diana smiled dreamily, then pulled Jenn closer. "So are you."

"I need you, so badly... I love you."

Looking Jenn in the eyes, she could see that she meant it. She'd always known that she had those feelings, but now she wouldn't take them for granted. She felt gratitude, and the need to protect and shelter Jenn from danger.

"I... I think I love you, too."

"Oh, Diana..."

***

There was always a sort of sheepish humour to the cleanup process, for though Jenn loved Diana's cum one just couldn't leave it lying around their living room. Save for the occasional giggle or half comment it was a silent and rushed activity.

Eventually the two were cleaned up and lying together in Jenn's bed.

"Jenn, there's something I need to warn you about."

"Oh, yeah? What's that."

"I... Hmm. How do I even explain this." Diana took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. "Jenn, I think I might have put you in danger."

She blinked, quiet and patient in the mood that always followed sex.

"Shelley called me today. She said that Audrey is... very jealous of us."

"Oh. Yeah, I never liked her much... She's very self centred."

"Yeah, but listen. She comes from a family that has, for generations, taken care of their matters, ah, the dirty way."

Jenn's eyes narrowed. "What are you trying to say?"

Diana looked down, too ashamed to meet Jenn's gaze as she spoke. "I'm saying, Shelley thinks she might be looking to have you... harmed, somehow."

"...What? Me?"

"Yes, yes... please, I'm sorry. I don't know what to do about it, yet. But I think you should try and be careful."

Jenn was speechless.

"Until this blows over can you try not to go anywhere alone? Always stay in a crowd."

"I... I'll try, sure. I mean I'm only ever at home, work, class or with you, anyway."

"I know, but say you're going from class to work. Or work to home. Don't go alone... and don't be out late."

Jenn just shrugged her shoulders, "yeah, I guess. Sometimes I'll be out at night, from work or class. It can't be avoided."

"Okay, yeah, but just, be very careful. Keep an eye out."

"Okay," Jenn mumbled into her pillow, her eyes already shutting. 

Diana watched her girlfriend drift off, fearful that her warnings were being taken too lightly. She snuggled up against her, wrapping an arm around her protectively. Burdened with worry, she couldn't yet sleep.

Chapter 27

One of the many flaws in Jenn's under-grad lifestyle was her school's strange scheduling. Thursdays were the worst, as she had a lecture that started at six pm and lasted until well after sundown.

It was one of those nights, and Jenn found herself making her usual bus trip from campus back to her room. The warning Diana gave her that previous night was still with her, and she occasionally found herself peering left and right for danger at the bus stop, but in the end all she could think about after that endless late session was getting home for some dinner and restful quiet time.

Her mind was elsewhere as she got off the bus and by the orange glow of street lamps started the walk to her building. Her eyes were cast down upon the crunchy gravel path to her building. She didn't notice the two men who got out of their car at the same time and, using the grass to silence their steps, were heading straight for her. 

She was completely caught by surprise when a thick and impliably strong arm was wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Her mouth was covered by a large, clammy hand, broad fingers digging into her delicate cheeks with an impersonal roughness. As she screamed into that nasty hand a pillow case was flung over her head, shutting the world out. Kicking and squirming, fighting for her life, she was dragged towards the shelter of a tree by the men, away from the light.

She fought hard, forcing one of the men to pin her down as they got to work silencing and immobilizing her. A strip of duct tape covered her mouth, then her legs were bound at the ankle and knee by thick plastic zip ties, which were affixed with a well-practised efficiency. They did the same to her wrists behind her back, and unlike her legs which were protected by her jeans the plastic dug into her wrists sharply as they cinched it tight.

Bound, gagged and blind, the men wordlessly carried her to their car and dropped her roughly in the trunk. She growled muffled curses as they slammed the trunk shut and screeched off into the night. 

***

Diana was sprawled lazily in front of her laptop when the buzzer for her apartment rang. She got up and made her way over to the intercom.

BZZZZ! BZZZZ! BZZZZ!

"Okay, okay, calm down. I'm coming." She pushed the button. "Who is it?"

It was a female voice: "Diana, Jenn is in trouble."

A chill shot down Diana's spine. "Jenn... Trouble? Who is this?!"

"It doesn't matter who this is! Get down here. Our car is waiting."

She bolted out the door.

Chapter 28

Jenn spent many terrifying moments in the dark and clamorous confinement of that trunk. She had no idea how long she was in the back of that moving car; time could not be gauged normally under such harrowing circumstances. However many minutes or hours it'd been, it had gone on long enough.

The car came to a stop. She could hear the doors opening, then feel them slamming shut, the jarring vibrations transferring into her bones as she lay curled up on her side. The vehicle was still idling, as if her kidnappers meant to be driving off again as soon as they were done. She began to mentally prepare herself for whatever was to come next.

Is this the end?

With the noise of the road finally silenced it felt as if her ears were especially acute, and considering the amount of adrenaline that coursed through her veins, that may well have been the case. She could hear the muffled voices of men and women. Was that Audrey, speaking to her hired goons? And who else was with her?

Suddenly there was a burst of noise, of feet scuffling against the gravel. There was a dull thud, then something large fell heavily onto the car and slid limply off of it, making the suspension lurch. It was unmistakeably the sound of a body. What the hell was going on out there?! The sounds of struggling continued, and not long after she heard an agonizing scream. 

The car engine stopped. Oh god, here it comes... The trunk popped and was hurriedly opened. Light was pouring in, penetrating the fabric of Jenn's pillowcase, shocking her eyes after so much time spent in total darkness. 

"Oh god, Jenn!" Jenn's heart skipped a beat. She felt a rush of relief at the sound of that voice. She squinted against the bright light as the pillow case was snatched off her head, and she was suddenly in Diana's arms. "Jenn, babe, you're alive... god, I'm so glad." Diana held her close, pressing their cheeks together and peppering her with grateful kisses.

As her eyes began to adjust she could make out the silhouettes of other figures who were with her, though what she saw stretched her belief. Was there... two of her? Impossible as it seemed, that dark figure looked like it could have been Diana's double. It reached in and began to slowly pull the tape away from Jenn's mouth. 

Once the tape had left her face Diana's double began to work on the zip ties around Jenn's legs, sawing on them with the dull edge of a set of house keys. Seeing this, the true Diana released her embrace and began to do the same with keys of her own.

"Babe, are you hurt?"

"No, not really... nothing serious, maybe just some bruises."

"Good."

Jenn's sight was beginning to adjust and the world around ceased to be a dazzling blur of bright light and darkened shapes. The source of that blinding glare was another car, and Jenn could see that Diana's companion was not actually her double, though the resemblance was uncanny. 

"Who are you?" Jenn whispered.

"My name is Angela," she replied, her gaze still focused on the resilient plastic of those zip ties. "Shit, I think we'll need something better to cut this."

Diana quickly kissed Jenn's forehead and got off of the bumper of the car, then left Jenn's range of sight. Angela remained, still working on those plastic ties. There were definitely differences between Angela and Diana: the former looked like she must have been a few inches shorter, and she was also a little smaller in the chest, sized more like Jenn.

"This was in his pocket," Diana said, returning. She held a utility knife.

"Oh, perfect."

The knife made short work of the bindings on Jenn's wrists. Diana passed it to Angela, who easily released her knees and ankles.

"There we go. All done," Diana said as she sat herself back down on the bumper. Jenn crawled out of the trunk to sit beside her. They shared a brief kiss, then leaned against each other, grateful that she was still alive.

Jenn sniffled, her cheeks wet from a couple tears. "I... I want to see the people who did this."

"Be my guest," Angela said. She stepped back and held out an arm, ushering the way.

Diana took Jenn's hands and hopped off of the bumper. Jenn's limbs were shaky and sore from her time spent confined in that trunk, but without even the slightest groan she got out of the trunk and was on her feet. She wiped her nose with the back of her arm, then walked over to the scene ahead.

On the ground lay one of the men. He was still breathing, though he was out cold with a bloody wound on his temple. Beside him was another, and though he was conscious it didn't look like he was going to be going anywhere; his legs were both horribly broken. Standing before them was yet another girl, and though she also bore a strong resemblance to Diana she looked like she could have been an actual duplicate of Angela. She had a phone pointed at the crippled man that slumped before her.

"I see you're okay," she said. She was sliding that phone back into her pocket. "I got a full confession out of this one... it's all right here, in my phone. Isn't that right, sweetie?" She gave a quick jab to one of his mangled legs with her sneakers.

The man groaned. He bore a look of excruciating pain and defeat.

"Exactly," she said, smiling with satisfaction. She stepped toward Jenn, "my name is Melissa."

Jenn had to clear her throat before she spoke, her voice gone after beholding what had become of her captors. "Ahem... I'm Jenn. You did all this?"

"We did," Angela said as she came to stand beside Melissa. "We're sisters, if you couldn't tell."

Jenn nodded numbly.

"Yeah... actually, um. Apparently, all three of us are sisters," Diana said. Her tone expressed her own disbelief.

"What... you? They...?" Jenn said. "You never told me you had sisters."

"Well, I didn't know that I did until tonight, believe it or not."

"Come," Angela said as she gently took Jenn's arm. "Let's get out of here. We can explain everything later."

Chapter 29

An ambulance had been called to pick up what was left of the two kidnappers. They wouldn't be saying anything about the identities of Jenn's saviours - not when they were guilty of a crime that they had admitted to on video. It was up to Diana and her sisters what would happen to them.

As they cruised homeward in Angela and Melissa's little Civic, Diana began to unravel the unbelievable tale of what had happened that night. 

"So, I was at home about an hour ago,

...when suddenly the apartment buzzer rang. As I got up to answer it it buzzed again, and again. Whoever was ringing it must have had an emergency, or else they were asking for a lesson on patience.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I'm coming," I grumbled. I pushed the intercom button. "Who is it?"

"Diana, Jenn is in trouble." It was a girl. I didn't recognize her voice, but at her words a chill shot down my spine. I went from cool and calm to fighting mode in seconds. 

"Jenn... Trouble? Who is this?!"

"It doesn't matter who this is! Get down here. Our car is waiting."

I probably should have grabbed a knife or something before I left, but there was no time to think. I bolted out that door. I wasn't going to wait for an elevator; I headed for the stairwell and made the four storey trip down, two steps at a time.

When I reached the lobby I saw waiting in the vestibule a beautiful fair haired girl. For just a moment a faint feeling of recognition dawned on me. Seeing me give pause, she banged on the door and started frantically beckoning me while pointing at a car idling outside. I shook the thought aside and we both made a dash for the car.

Another girl was in the driver's seat, and she was obviously the first one's sister. They were practically identical, save for the fact that the one who drove had reddish blonde hair while the other's was the same colour as mine. 

I squeezed into the backseat of their little two door hatchback, and we were off. The girls seemed to have an idea of where your kidnappers were headed. How they knew the things they knew, I still have no idea.

The mood was strange in that car. I could sense hesitation in the blonder haired one, as if words were on the tip of her tongue but she were afraid to speak them. I broke the silence: "I've seen you two before."

"Have you?" said the blonde. She turned to look at me, showing me that face that moments ago I couldn't place, a face duplicated on the strawberry blonde beside her.

"Yes. At the metal show last week, you two were both there. I remember, the vocalist of Shelley's band ended up trying to leave with you."




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 02 Pt. 04



"Oh, Dave?" said the blonde with a smirk. "What a putz. Yeah, that was us."

"And also... at my usual club, when Jenn and I went on our first little outing together. It was a Monday and you two were the only ones dancing."

"Guilty as charged."

"Okay," I said. Somehow, these two girls had always been in the right place at the right time. I suspected that they'd been spying on us. Now they were here, finally revealing their involvement in our affairs at the most decisive moment. "So... who are you?"

"We're your guardian angels," the blonde said, smirking obnoxiously.

I had little patience for their routine. "No, really, who the fuck. Are you."

"Whoa, okay, okay! I'm Angela, and this is Melissa."

I just blinked. A pair of first names didn't really mean much to me.

"We're your sisters," said Melissa.

If it weren't so dark they would have probably seen the look of complete shock on my face. It was an absurd statement, but then, having seen them and being witness to the sharpness of their wit, I knew it had to be true. For all of my life I had never known any of my direct family... all I had was my adoptive parents and that old letter from my mothers. To think that I had sisters, and that the day had come for me to meet them? It was unforeseen, but not unbelievable. 

"Yes... yes, I can see that. You... must really be my sisters."

Angela giggled. "Little sisters, in fact! Around the time of your first birthday, we, Angela and Melissa Dennis, were born."

I needed a moment to digest this knowledge. I was a big sister to a pair of energetic and gorgeous blonde haired twins.

"You have more questions, don't you?" Angela said.

"Yeah. Tons. For starters, how long until we find Jenn?"

"I can't say for sure," said Melissa. "I'm driving as fast as this thing will go. We didn't buy it thinking we'd use it for any sort of, um, 'rescue missions'. But if they are where I think they are, we should be there in ten minutes. That is, if this short cut still exists..."

I nodded. In terms of rescuing you, there was nothing more to be said. We could only wait until those men were within our grasp. But I had plenty of other questions.

"Okay. So... Angela and Melissa... You two are both... ah, you both have..."

"Dicks?" Angela said, grinning broadly. "Yeah, we're a pair of futanari, just like you."

I didn't know what a 'futanari' was, but I noted that like me they both preferred skirts over pants.

My next question: "Did you receive a letter from our parents when you were twelve?"

Without even pausing Angela opened up the glove box and pulled out a tattered piece of folded paper. That was it. I nodded slowly, perhaps a little perturbed by how carelessly she handled it, as well as the manner by which they stored it.

Next came the question I was dying to have answered: "Have you met them?"

"We met Jessica once, briefly. She travels a lot, and she isn't as good at covering her trail as Marla. Marla is... very ancient... and impossible to find."

"Fascinating. What is Jessica like?"

Melissa was the first to reply this time. "I have her hair," she said proudly as she tossed a lock, one hand still firmly wrapped around the steering wheel. "She doesn't look a day over twenty five. So if you ever doubted that we're immortal... now you know," Melissa said.

"She's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Angela added. "She really is... a goddess."

I wanted to know more about Jessica, and also ask if they knew anything else about Marla, but then Melissa swerved the car into a small plaza. We were on the edge of town, bordering the woods. Recklessly she careened around a Tim Horton's, and then we squeezed through an alleyway that connected us to another street. 

"There they are," Melissa said. She pointed at an old sedan, which was turning off of the street onto the country road. 

There was no more time for questions... we had you in our sights, and nothing was going to get between us and that car.

***

"So you mean to tell me that the three of you were able to take on those two men?" Jenn asked.

"Yeah, no problem," Diana said with a dismissive swipe of her hand. "We're a lot stronger than we look."

"Okay... I believe you," Jenn said as she gave Diana a sideways look. "So what about Audrey? She ought to pay for what she's done."

"Yes babe, we'll have to look into that. She can't just go around doing these things... but if you're seeking actual vengeance, you won't have any help from me."

"Nor us," Melissa added. "An eye for an eye, after all."

Jenn nodded, pushing retaliatory visions out of her mind.

"Plus, in a way it's my fault she did this. I brought it out of her, by choosing you instead." Diana tenderly stroked Jenn's arm. "You of all people should understand how behaviours can go south in that situation. It brought out the worst in her."

"Not to worry though, Jenn," Angela said. "We have an idea of our own of what to do about her, and the rest of the girls, too. You two lovebirds can just rest easy now; the Angels have got everything figured out."

They shared a lecherous giggle. Jenn didn't care to ask what their plans were. 

Chapter 30

It had been twenty-four hours since Audrey's men were supposed to make their hit, and still there was no word from either one of them. The anxiety was becoming more than she could handle; did something go wrong? Had they been caught? She'd kicked her habit not long after high school, but at that moment she was lighting a cigarette to ease her nerves.

Easy, calm down, she thought. The first time you do this is probably the scariest. Someday these things won't seem like such a big deal at all.

She sat herself in front of her laptop and opened up her email.

Amongst her usual spam was a message with an attachment. The subject line was simply "Jenn". Was this her men finally getting in touch with her? She had been expecting a phone call instead. Opening it, the first thing she saw was a link to a youtube video. Scrolling down, there was a preview of the attached photo. It was unmistakeably the men she'd hired, looking bloodied and miserable as they slumped against their vehicle.

"What the fuck," Audrey murmured. Eyes wide, hands trembling, she clicked the youtube link.

The video started out as a view of the license plate on the bumper of the hired men's car. "Don't worry, we've set this as a private video, for your eyes only," spoke a female voice, "that is... unless you don't comply with our demands."

The footage then took motion."Who hired you," demanded that same voice. It was definitely not one you would attach to someone who could subdue two hardened criminals... yet there they were, lying at the dainty little feet of the one who held the camera, unconscious or disabled. 

"Ungh... please just let us go. This was just a job, nothing personal. You can have the girl!"

"Fat fucking chance, mister. You're going to tell us who hired you, or else the cops are going to sort you out!" She kicked him in one of his broken legs, hard.

"ARGH!... Fuck, god, oh god... okay, I'll talk. It was Ben Horne's daughter... what's her name? ... Audrey."

"To do what?"

"To get rid of that girl there. I don't know why, probably some high school bullshit."

The camera turned to the car just in time to catch Jenn getting out of the trunk and unsteadily making her way towards the camera person. She was accompanied by two slim young blondes. Though their faces were blurred out Audrey had no trouble telling that one of them was Diana, which made her heart sink.

The video went black. "Tsk tsk tsk! You've been very bad, Audrey Horne, and for that you're going to have to be punished. We'll let you choose who does the punishing. We'll be at your place this Friday at 8pm sharp, to personally administer your discipline. Either you welcome us in to your home, or the police will receive a copy of our video. Your move."

Audrey was aghast. Ashes sat beside her mouse, shaken off of her cigarette by her trembling hand. It was already Friday night, in fact, glancing at the bottom corner of her computer screen, she saw that it was 7:57 pm.

"Fuck... Fuck!" They would be with her in minutes. Her gaze shot to the door. "Oh god... Oh god, what do I do...?!"

Frantically, she ran to the kitchen and ripped open a drawer. "No knives," she breathed. She didn't keep anything bigger than a dinner knife, as she always ate out, though for some reason she had a rolling pin. It was a solid cylinder of wood and it had some good weight to it. It was the best weapon she had.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. "Audrey? We're early... hope you don't mind." It was the very same voice she'd heard minutes before in that video.

With that rolling pin clenched in her hands she inched towards her door.

"Well come on, open up already. If you don't let us in in thirty seconds we're just going right to the cops."

"I-I'm coming," Audrey stammered. She peered through the spyhole: A pair of blonde haired girls, roughly her size. They were extremely attractive, actually, and a lot like Diana. She could probably take them if she was fast.

The moment she unlocked her door it burst open, knocking Audrey back onto the ground. The two girls stepped inside, both dressed in trench coats. One of them gingerly shut and locked the door while with a deft twist of her wrist the other removed the rolling pin from Audrey's hand.

"A... a rolling pin?" chuckled the girl. Her hair had a slightly orange tint to it, otherwise she was identical to the other.

"Who are you," Audrey demanded firmly as she started to get to her feet.

The girl who held the rolling pin gave Audrey a soft push on the chest with her sneaker, sending her back to the floor. "My name is Melissa, and this is Angela."

"Mel, I think this is a shoes-off apartment," said Angela as she stepped out of her sneakers. Audrey saw that beneath the long folds of their trenchcoats they wore sheer leggings. Angela's were purple, while the strawberry-blonde revealed hers to be baby blue as she removed her shoes with a mumbled apology and set them beside the door.

Audrey blinked with disbelief at the polite authority of the two gorgeous blonde intruders.

"Really though, a rolling pin," Melissa said. "We came here to cut you an easy deal, and you come at us with this? I oughta... I oughta shove this up your ass!"

Audrey winced as she sat helplessly on the floor, backed up against the wall.

"Oh, but we have something better to stick up there, don't we Melissa?" Angela said.

"You're right about that," she replied as in unison they both removed their trenchcoats.

Audrey gasped. Those sheer leggings were attached to the waists of the two young ladies by sexy garters, which each framed the long, beautiful cocks that hung flaccid between their legs, swaying as they shrugged off and discarded their coats. Above that they wore lacy bras on their lush chests, colour-matched to the rest of their sensual mode of dress. 

"Okay, Audrey, baby. Now it's your turn... take off your clothes."

Audrey nodded meekly as she stared in disbelief. This was really happening, and there was nothing she could do about it... unless she wanted the cops to know about her treacherous little mistake. She began by pulling off her t-shirt, then she shuffled about on her bum, sliding her sweat pants off without getting to her feet.

"She's got cute little tits, doesn't she?"

"Oh, yeah. She's a pretty little fox," said Angela as she took in Audrey's graceful slender body, shoulder length brown hair and cute visage. "Too bad she's so naughty..."

Audrey was unclasping her bra as the twins began to run their hands up and down their limp members. Despite her fear, she looked up at them and felt a familiar hunger as they worked themselves to hardness. It was a daunting sight, but they were every bit as gorgeous as Diana, and it had been far too long...

By the time Audrey was fully undressed the twins were pretty stiff and indeed, huge. "Do you like what you see?"

Audrey nodded slowly, the tip of her tongue running along her lips hotly as she watched.

"Well then, go on, cutey." They stepped closer, their twin cocks bobbing as the pink heads came within proximity of Audrey's mouth.

With her eyes wide in disbelief Audrey took them each in a hand and began to stroke their hardening rods slowly, her gaze flitting back and forth between either, as if she couldn't decide which to taste first. Eventually she chose Melissa, who moaned gently, eliciting a giggle from her sister.

Audrey found that Angela and and Melissa were slightly smaller than Diana by an inch or two, reaching lengths of roughly twelve inches. Her fingers could more easily encircle their girths. Of course that was still utterly huge, and with two feet of cock between them she both feared and relished the thought of what was in store for her. Maybe... just maybe, she would be able to take them.

They were both as hard as they ever could be when Audrey traded Melissa's for Angela's. She tongued lustfully, her fear forgotten as she indulged. She steadily pumped her hands up and down their identical lengths. 

"She's pretty good at that, isn't she," Melissa said.

"Oooh... oh, yes, she really is..."

Pre was starting to appear at the tips of their throbbing tools, and Audrey moaned deeply at the first taste of Angela's seed. Meanwhile Melissa's was thickly dripping onto Audrey's hand and forearm, reminding her of her neglect. 

With a smack of her lips Audrey released Angela, then bumped their twin erections together at the head, forming a triangle which soon had her mouth at its vertex. The sisters chuckled and traded comments, very pleased as they stood, hands on hips, watching Audrey moaningly tend to their enormous cocks. 

Audrey pumped each of them in alternating motions, doing her best to lap up the precious precum that coated her chin and dripped occasionally onto the hardwood floor. Those rock hard heads rubbed against each other, enhancing the pleasure of tongue and hand.

Her eyes were shut as she concentrated on the sweet taste and feel of the sisters, and Audrey didn't see the look they shared before they both stepped back, their slippery lengths easily leaving her grasp. "Now stand up," one of them said.

Audrey complied, licking the sweet fluids off of her lips as she rose. As soon as she was on her feet the two gorgeous sisters swarmed in, pinning her to the wall with their sensually clad bodies and insistent erections. Audrey moaned as the sweetly pink painted pillows of Angela's lips came in to to tenderly kiss her own. Their hands were all over her, getting acquainted with every lithe curve of her body.

Soon those exploring touches crept lower, unashamedly rubbing circles over Audrey's clit and teasing her pucker. She swooned at that touch, revelling in the moment as the twin goddesses enclosed her in the beautiful space their bodies created, not minding at all when slender fingers entered each of her holes.

So far her punishment was absolutely heavenly, but Audrey knew that the twisting, teasing touches that gently entered her would inevitably be replaced by the two monster shafts that pressed throbbingly against her torso. She loved that they were so huge, but perished the thought of what those twin monsters would do to her!

Suddenly, without a word Angela stepped around Audrey and grabbed her under her armpits. Melissa bent down to grab Audrey by the knees.

"What... what are you...?!" Audrey gasped, battling their grip as they lifted her up into the air. For such a petitely built pair the two girls were terribly strong, and they carried Audrey up the stairs to her bedroom with ease. As struggling proved futile she gave up fighting. She found herself eyeing Melissa's round, soft cleavage, which bounced with her every step as the heads of their cocks occasionally smacked against her stiffly, leaving hot little kisses of precum where they touched. She was warming up to the idea of letting the twin goddesses do as they wished to her.

Entering the bedroom, Angela backed up until the back of her legs touched the bed, then seated herself. Her cock was pointing skyward as they manoeuvred Audrey over her.

"Wait... wait, not there!" Audrey said, again attempting to fight the immovable hold the sisters had on her. Melissa was lowering her, and the hot head of Angela's cock was spreading her cheeks, pressing against her unwilling pucker. 

"Yes, there. You did a very bad thing, and this is your punishment. ...Try to enjoy it!"

With an almost evil cackle they wrenched Audrey downwards onto Angela's precum-lubed spire, and in that moment her anal virginity was lost. "Aghh...! Fuck!" She ceased her struggles, instantly weakened by that huge, piercing length, deflating to lie almost limply against her intruder's seated form.

"Ohhhh, dammit, Melissa. That is so tight," Angela said, already jerking her hips slightly. With each small motion of her hips she buried herself deeper.

Melissa just chuckled, slowly working her hand up and down her cock as she watched Angela slowly work inch after inch into the disgraced young lady. Knowing what was inevitably coming next, Audrey weakly placed her feet on Angela's knees, spreading her legs wide. Her teeth were clenched in agony, her wimpers of pain building as Angela slowly worked herself in deeper.

"Ah, see? She's cooperating again," Melissa said as she stepped closer, her gaze on her prize.

Angela only grunted her reply as amidst Audrey's moans and cries of agony she pushed herself in deeper still, seeking to hilt herself.

"Okay then, this part should be much easier," Melissa said as she settled the tip of her cock against Audrey's slit. With a careless push she parted those lips, pressing herself in a couple inches. "Oh...? That's... fuck, that's really tight! Angela, I don't think Diana ever put hers in here!"

"Guess she's just a full-time cock sucker. A novice."

"Yeah, guess so," Melissa said softly. With shallow shakes of her pelvis she gradually worked herself into Audrey's reluctant depths, feeling quietly pleased to be the first goddess to do so. 

Audrey just groaned, her face wracked with agony as the twins enthusiastically did their best to cram their two slippery feet of cock into her. The amount of time she'd had with Diana wasn't enough to prepare her body for this; she felt like she was going to be split open. Nevertheless it was happening, whether she liked it or not! Thankfully the twins weren't so huge that it was impossible, unlike their sister.

Melissa pulled herself out until just the tip lay buried, then pushed herself back in to the deepest Audrey could take her, amidst sighs and groans of intense discomfort. She repeated this, starting to pick up a rhythm, and Audrey's gasps and cries began to change. It was painful, but Audrey also felt pleasure.

"Ngh... she's starting to like it," Melissa said between tight thrusts, "but this... is a punishment... not a reward!"

Audrey wimpered, knowing exactly what that meant. On cue, Angela started to rock her hips hard, passing that deeply penetrating shaft in and out of her. Back there she could bury it deeper than Melissa could ever hope to, with almost every inch disappearing into her anus, only to come rushing out again.

"Nooo! No, god, oh god!"

With a sigh of near ecstasy Angela laid back onto the bed, still forcing herself in and out of that forbidden place. Melissa laid over Audrey, pinning her between them, and silenced her cries with a deep, open mouthed kiss. Their thrusts were alternating in time with each other, taking turns to pack Audrey full, eliciting muffled screams into Melissa's mouth. 

Between their four arms they had Audrey in an inescapable hold. She was theirs to use now, a place to cram their huge, steely shafts until they burst, and all Audrey could do was learn to like it. She was growing numb to the pain and somehow starting to enjoy the savage treatment the unusually blessed blondes were giving her.