It was like a part of me had been ripped out. My head felt quiet, my musings went unanswered, my soul was missing some crucial piece. Angela and I had shared every thought, emotion and sensation from two perspectives. It had been more than intimacy; it had been coexistence, and now that she was gone, I felt hollow. My mind had been freed, but it also had been emptied. Since I was liberated, Mom and I had no reason to stay with Willowbud, but we didn’t leave. We had a litany of excuses as to why; our duty to Brandon, helping Astrid with her (now doggystyle almost totally forgotten) mission to rescue Willowbud from Corruption, and Mom’s blossoming fighting career, but we both knew the real reason we stayed. The sex was too good. No one fucked quite like a god, and here were two of asian them residing in the busiest brothel of the largest city in the world; it was like succubus heaven, so what were we to do? We just ignored the devil that lurked within Willowbud’s mind, hoping that the silent sixth amateur member of our family would remain sedated with Brandon’s affection. “Willowbud,” Brandon’s voice whispered, his eyes still closed, “are you awake?” “I can tell you are.” Willowbud smiled sleepily, Hardcore shimmying her hips into her lover’s crotch. “It’s Tuesday.” “Do you have to?” she groaned, trying to dissuade Brandon by grinding her ass deeper. “You can come with if you want.” “I liked that cunt better when there was a hole in her chest.” Willowbud grumbled, “When you reach a similar sentiment, I’ll gladly come along, and we’ll make a date of it.” “I can only give the shared miracle of life, to take what has been bestowed-” “Don’t start that shit again!” Willowbud growled as Brandon chuckled, “Fuck the Creator’s Codes, and fuck Gloria for teaching them to you! You and Astrid should run along to Iona where they paddle your ass for using the wrong fork, then see how a life codes suits you.” “You don’t need an excuse to paddle my ass, Mistress.” Astrid groaned sleepily, rolling on her back and revealing a body I wouldn’t have recognized two weeks ago. Her braided, blonde hair was shorn near to the scalp on the sides, her nipples and labia were pierced, and her skin was a canvas of dark ink. She had protested greatly over the first tattoo, the one written across her lower back that read, ‘Mistress’s Entrance’ with an arrow pointing downward. The anal other twenty, she’d gotten on her own. It seemed that once Astrid broke an oath (or was forced to), she went full-bore, and now she was covered from foot to chin in a display of artistry that contoured to her every curve, leaving only her face, breasts and butt bare. Her physical metamorphosis reflected her spiritual change, which had been like watching an angel fall. It was a privilege to witness her descent. “I’ll tell you what,” Brandon purred into his girlfriend’s ear, pulling her white hair behind an ivory, ram-like horn, “if you let me in back here, I’ll skip today’s lesson.” “Hmm, tempting,” Willowbud smiled impishly, her green irises cornering her black sclera, “but no. That deal stands as it is. You only get to fuck my ass, if I get to fuck yours.” He needed to know. “You were staring at my dick like a little cock-hungry slut.” Her face was lovely as well, and I vaguely recognized it from the photo even without the blurry filter, framed by now faded pink hair. I would edge myself, careful not to orgasm too quickly, and I would time it so that I would cum just as he was walking into the front door. Maddie moaned in pleasure and contentment at feeling his seed filling her womb. She opened her eyes to the sun beating in on her. The pupils of her eyes dilated, as they swirl in the abyss, cataloging into her sea of memories and experiences. My classmates were staring at me. "YEA FUCKIN' GO FOR IT!!" yelled Pinkie above the roar of the crowd. My sister's jaw dropped. He unzipped her hoody to her waist and felt her tits through her bra. Both eighteen amateur and delicious. A wonderful passion to enjoy. So, I asked the sponsors through my ‘psimail,’ if they would grant me one wish. I’ve seen many porno flicks of cum filled cunts; but even in gang bangs, I’ve never seem doggystyle a sight like this. I admitted while Pete took hold of my dick and measured me. The first time anyone other than me asian had touched my dick and I anal had to admit, it felt nice. I raised my sword, grinning manically Hardcore as she fell to her knees before me, begging for mercy. Our current project, a 1969 Chevrolet Impala, was up on blocks, half-assembled.