Incest/Taboo The Jewel of Desire

Stunned and hurt, Dean Summer couldn't believe his wife, his Gail was cheating on him. He'd caught her fucking not just another man, but Carl Newman! He was a married man. His subordinate, his colleague, and friend. Pausing his pity party for a moment he thought about that. They weren't really friends, were they? They were cordial and friendly towards each other. But if he were being honest, he'd have to admit that Carl was just a subordinate; he didn't even like him, not really. What really hurt was the way in which his Gail spoke to him. For reasons he didn't understand he felt compelled to defend himself. "If you have anal sex with him, you'll never be satisfied with me again."

Gail scoffed. "You foolish man, I've not been satisfied with you in years. He's better and bigger than you and knows what he's doing. I've had him in my pussy, so now it's time for him to fuck my ass. Perhaps you should go back to one of your sluts. Or have they all grown tired of you, too? You've never been a good lay. Not really. And with that little finger you call a cock, I doubt if they would be satisfied for long, either. Now leave us alone, I may be ready to talk some time tomorrow, perhaps."

Completely ruined in a way only a jealous wife could have hurt him. "No, not jealous, vindictive." Dean Summer turned and walked slowly out of their bedroom; his brow furrowed trying to make sense of this. "Why would she do this to him? Did she know he was fucking Trisha? What about all the others? Was this a revenge fuck? How long had she been fucking Newman? Why was this happening today of all days? She was so angry and cruel." He'd never known her to be intentionally cruel to anyone. "Why was she being this way? His affairs were all brief and meant nothing."

He sulked in his man cave for a few minutes. He could hear Gail squeal and shriek. She was obviously enjoying herself. "I need to get out of here. But where would I go? Then it hit him. "Since Carl was fucking Gail, perhaps Dee would entertain a payback fuck?" There it was again. He assessed this new Carl Newman. "He must be a machine; I just caught him fucking Sarah not over five hours ago." He tried putting the pieces together, but too many were still missing. "Why would he fuck Gail when he's got that luscious piece of ass at home?" The dean smiled; he'd made up his mind. "Two can play that game. I think I'll pay a visit to the Newman residence and see if I can get into those panties."

Neither Carl nor Gail heard Dean Summer leave. Gail couldn't get enough of Carl. After letting him fuck her in her ass, something she never imagined she'd agree to, she was astonished to find that she liked it. She didn't just like it, but she even came from it. How was that possible?

Surprisingly, Gail was turning out to be quite the fuck. Carl had almost forgotten he'd not yet used the gem on her. If she kept this up he may not need to. They changed positions again. She was on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at him, eager for more. Carl had yet to find limits to his sexual endurance. Gail seemed insatiable, probably from all the years of neglect. Lining his cock up to her opening he roughly shoved it into her. She was sopping wet and would have been too wet for an average sized man. It turned out she needed every drop of her juices to coat Carl's cock. Moaning like a bitch in heat, she squeezed him as he worked her harder. He fucked her for several grueling minutes. She screamed loudly and came again, now continuously. He was afraid that he may hurt her, so he slowed. She was tiring. It was time for him to conclude their "fuckfest". "Mmmm....Gail, I think I'm finally ready to cum, where do you want it?"

Gail pushed back on Carl's cock, and he bottomed out. She squeezed him as hard as she could; enjoyed being so full of cock. Instead of answering the question, she slid off, turned around and knelt in front of him, sitting on her heels. "You're going to laugh, but I saw a porn film once where the starlet took in on her face and tits. Can you do that? Can you come on my face and tits?"

"I think I can manage that." He took his hard slippery cock and began stroking himself as Gail waited for him, mouth open eyes blinking anticipating her reward. On his fifth stroke he growled and spewed forth the first of many ropes of his cum. The first rope hit her in the right eye. Fortunately, she managed to close it just in time, remembering the same thing happened in the film. The next hit her mouth with such force it nearly went up her nose. She was gleeful, she'd gotten her first facial. She didn't realize that Carl wasn't done. He continued to stroke and roar. When he was done he'd covered both tits with more cum than she'd ever seen in one place. He looked exhausted, he dropped his mighty cock, and it began to shrink. Gail seized it, taking it in her mouth, sucking the remaining drops of man juice. When she was satisfied no more was to be found, she let him slip from her mouth. She was covered in his secretions. Rubbing it into her tits like it was lotion, she licked what remained on her face, catching most of it with her hands as it dripped off her chin, then licking her fingers.

"I think we need another shower, what do you think?"

Gail was a new woman, amazed at what an affair did for her ego. "But was this an affair or a onetime thing? Was this just Carl getting even with Wilbur or something more?" She didn't care. Whatever it was, she loved it. Giddy from being so soundly fucked. They played and kissed, he with her tits and she with his cock. Amazingly he was erect again. He fucked her once more as the water cascaded over their naked bodies. Carl knew she was questioning their actions. He needed to convert her.

As he began to dress, he retrieved the gem and call Gail over, "Have you ever seen one of these," he asked.

Studying his open hand she gasped. "It's gorgeous. Wait... you're not proposing. No..." she joked. "Oh... thank God, it's not in a ring. That's good, because I'm still married. I just kicked him out so we could fuck. Wait a minute...you're married too."

Carl never knew that Gail had such a great sense of humor. However, when she saw the blue storm clouds within the jewel begin to move, and the lightning bolts, she stopped talking and watched. Seven minutes later, Gail came out of her trance, Carl had already programmed her. And she was still in a very good mood.

She was still naked, as she watched Carl pull up his pants and stuff his bulging boxer briefs into his pants. "Bye-bye", she said. "Come back to see me again soon," and she blew his cock a kiss.

"Count on it." Carl replied. "Perhaps, we'll have you by the house soon."

"We?" Gail asked straight faced. "You mean after the way I just fucked you you're not going to leave Dolores for me? I guess I need more practice. You know I'll get better. It's been a long time. Needle dick doesn't know how to fuck, not really." She smiled. "I'll be counting the days, Master." She didn't notice that she'd called him master, nor did she? It was hard to tell with this one. Carl thought, but he didn't worry about it. She was his now.

After showing the jewel to Gloria Corazon, all thoughts of leaving and going home to her cats vanished. She loved her cats, but now she couldn't imagine what she'd need cats for, she'd have to get rid of them.

Gloria was one of the most beautiful Latinas he'd seen. Considering that he worked on a college campus and saw hundreds of gorgeous women all day, that was saying a lot. She was a natural beauty. She needed little makeup and had a tight athletic body that he loved. If she played tennis she might easily become one of his favorites. Gloria thought nothing of Carl suggestion for her to remove her clothing and was naked as the day she was born when Wendy returned with drinks.

Her athletic body wasn't wasted on Wendy. Looking to her master for permission to disrobe, she waited. When Carl gave no indication, she quietly slipped out of her clothes, knowing he liked his women naked.

To say that Carl was aroused would be an understatement; he loved breaking in new girls. Gloria would be the youngest woman in his harem. He took in all her charms. She was thin, but not skinny. She had tight abs and muscular arms and legs, from hours at the gym. Her small breasts looked inviting. Though only B-cups for now, she looked like she could easily handle a C or D cup. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip of dark brown hair. As she slowly twirled around for him, he thought her ass a little smaller than he liked. She could benefit from a little more junk in the trunk. Taking a moment, he focus on what he wanted, bigger breasts, tighter abs, narrow waist and a bigger butt. With those changes, she could easily become his favorite.

When she was facing him again, she was extremely aroused. Her nipples were hard, protruding from her tits. Her sex appeared to be swollen and wet. Carl was still clothed so he asked, "Gloria, you appear to be aroused, what's caused this?"

"Oh, Master, so much," she blushed. "I know that we're going to fuck. I can't wait to see your cock, but..." She hesitated and looking beyond him to the now naked Wendy. "I think I'm going to fuck Wendy, too, if that's okay with you. I've never wanted to fuck a woman before, and that's exciting."

He loved when his programming took hold, she was so enthusiastic. "Of course, Gloria, I think you should explore your sexuality and feel free to do anything you like. In fact, why don't you two get started while I get more comfortable?"

Carl sat back on the bed as the two women embraced. Their mouths found each other's lips and they kissed while fondling. It was hot. They tongue wrestled while aggressively exploring each other's bodies. When they noticed Carl was now naked too, watching from the bed, they broke off their kisses to join him. Reaching the bed, Gloria was torn. She looked at her master and he gave her the slightest of nods. Gloria spent several long minutes worshiping Wendy's tits. They were three times the size of hers and she was fascinated with them. Once she'd done everything she could think of to them, she slid between her legs to her juicy pussy.

She didn't hesitate. Gloria knew what Wendy would like. On many occasions she and her girlfriends gay and straight discussed what turned them on. Cunglingus was their favorite topic. She knew what she liked. From theory, she knew what they liked, and she was too eager to learn if any of it were true. In a few quick minutes she had Wendy panting, while she held her lips open for the young novice. Wendy thought she needed to learn some of the finer points but was far exceeding Wendy's expectations. Had she not heard her admit to being heterosexual during Carl's programming she wouldn't have believed it.

Looking at her light brown ass, both holes on display, Carl decided it was a good time to break it in. Gloria was using her tongue and fingers in ways that amazed Wendy who was balanced on the edge of what she knew would be a very satisfying climax.

When Gloria felt Carl's cock pierce her juicy lips and open her pussy. It was clearly the thickest cock she'd ever had. She was thrilled to be stretched so wide, and Wendy was the recipient of her enthusiasm. As Carl gently pushed in he felt Gloria yield, and he slid the rest of the way in and bottomed out. Wendy screamed. Gloria moaned as her mouth was rewarded with copious amounts of girl fluid. Somehow Gloria managed to concentrate on Wendy's pleasure as she too came from Carl's huge cock settling in her pussy.

She thought he was done. Then realized that she'd cum from him just entering her. Carl pulled back and began sawing back and forth. Gloria thought she'd die from the immediate and intense pleasure. It all became too much. She arched her back and squealed. Carl increased his pace, pushing her forward with each powerful stroke. Her pussy forgotten; she mounted Wendy. Where her hungry mouth found her tiny cone shaped tits. Wendy sucked on one while pulling the nipple of the other.

Another first and Gloria was determined to experience it all. Carl was doing magical things to her pussy and Gloria thought she'd never stop coming. She grabbed the tit flesh on the left and suckled the nipple on the right. Wendy loved having her breasts played with, but until then had never come from it.

Arriving at the Newman's home, Dean Summer thought it appropriate to park his BMW i8 in front of the house, mimicking what Carl had done. He hurried to the front door and rang the bell. A few moments later he heard footfalls. After a quick check through the blinds, Dee opened the door. "Dean Summer, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

It had been weeks since Dean Summer had seen Dee. He wasn't prepared for what he saw. The jewel had rejuvenated Dee. She looked radiant, younger and more beautiful. Dean Summer was speechless, but his eyes roamed over her luscious body. She was dressed comfortably wearing a simple top and yoga pants. It was clear she had neglected to put on a bra or panties. Summer focused on her camel toe, then her magnificent breasts. They wobbled enticingly under the top as she shifted her weight as she waited from him to speak. Dee clearly possessed the body yoga pants were made for. The Dean had never seen the young bombshell that stole Carl's heart all those years ago; her face was that of an angel. Slightly alarmed she decided to bring him inside and have him sit. Perhaps he needed a drink of water or something stronger.

"Wilbur, are you okay...why don't you come in and tell me what brings you here, this evening."

"I'm sorry," Dean Summer said, "It's been a while since I've seen you and I have to say that you look amazing." He continued to complement her, stopping short of embarrassing himself.

"Thank you Dean Summer, but I'm sure you didn't drive all the way here from Henderson to compliment this old woman on her fading beauty. Carl's not here, is there something I can help you with, what's on your mind?"

"I know Carl's not here; I just left him at my house. He and Gail have been carrying on." He paused as the hurt of her betrayal surfaced. "To put it bluntly, Carl is fucking my wife. I caught them in the act not an hour ago."

"What? My Carl is cheating on me?" Dee collapse on the couch, her hands dramatically covering her eyes as she wept. Dean Summer was immediately at her side trying to comfort her. She continued to cry until Dean suggested getting even and began to caress her shoulders and stroke her face. "It would teach him a lesson." Dean said smiling and was about to kiss Dee until she continued. "Dean, I have to confess that I have particular taste when it comes to sex. But if you are willing to play I think we could have a little fun."

It was the words that he longed to hear. He would have his revenge. That was the last thing he remembered as he woke to find himself naked and hanging in shackles attached to the ceiling. As he attempted to yell he found he had a ball gag in his mouth and there was something in his ass.

"Oh... you're back. I was beginning to worry. You've been so very cooperative. I'd hate for it to end so soon." He looked at Dee who had transformed herself into a sexy bondage mistress, dressed in a tight leather corset that laced up the front and barely contained her fabulous tits. He wasn't sure, but it looked as if she wore crotchless panties, but that might have been his imagination. She wore six-inch leather thigh boots, which allowed her to tower over him. Despite his predicament, he was very aroused. His tiny cock was as hard as it could be. Even the threat of the cat o' nine tails which she ran over his body and lightly slapped his thighs didn't diminish his arousal. Circling around him, she touched the thing in his ass, and it buzzed to life, vibrating. It was a strange feeling, but quickly became pleasurable. He bit into the ball gag and grunted. Three large volleys of cum squirted from his little cock.

"Oh, you like having your ass fucked with my dildo." He whimpered as the vibration continued and his untouched little cock remained hard. "But you naughty little boy, you came without permission and soiled my tile floor." Without warning she began to flog him lightly, but the shock and the pain made him feel like she was beating him within an inch of his life, and he lost consciousness again.

When he woke again he felt strange. He still was gagged, and his cock was still hard. Looking down he was surprised to find that all his body hair had been removed. His once hairy chest and fat belly was now void of all hair. His pale pink skin made him look vulnerable, while his nude groin did make his tiny cock look a little bigger. He was also surprised to find that he'd had a manicure and pedicure, all his nails were painted pink. Something was hanging from his nipples, and it hurt, and his ass was still filled with what must be another dildo, only it was much bigger. His asshole was stretched to the point he thought it may tear. Then it began to move, it hurt at first, but after a minute that tingling feeling returned and it soon felt incredible. He knew he was going to cum again. He looked around for Dee but didn't see her. Someone was there, and he heard that person grunt, a male. He began to panic; the thing in his ass wasn't a dildo but a real cock. He was being sodomized. He then realized that the ball gag in his mouth wasn't at all a ball gag, but a cock and it just came. He gagged. Then realized that he like the taste and sucked and swallowed. It was great. It was what he'd been looking for all his life and didn't know it. He loved being fucked in his ass and sucking cock. It seemed all too simple now. No wonder he'd been such an asshole, he'd been repressing the real him, the gay man that he is.

Carl joined Dee as they watched Dean Summer accept his programming. He lay on the couch, dressed in his suit imagining the fantasy of great sex with two anonymous men. "That's going to keep him busy and distracted for a while," Carl whispered in Dee's ear.

"How long are we going to let him believe that he's gay?" Dee asked feeling a little sorry for Dean Summer, as she watched the wet spot on his pants grow larger. "How do we know this isn't the real Dean Summer?" Carl asked. Dee smiled and agreed. "By the way, the pink nails and removing all his body hair was a nice touch, he's going to be the girl in all his new relationships."

She'd been through her lingerie drawer three times. Not one of her bras fit her. It was as if they all had shrunk. That was impossible. It was also illogical that her breasts could have grown a full cup size. Her nipples were more sensitive and bigger, too. She discovered this by accident, now she couldn't keep her hands off her tits.

Since kicking her cheating husband out she had more time to explore her inner slut. She had never been one to masturbate much. But now that she was a lesbian, she thought of eating pussy and fucking women all the time. It was painful admission but was true. With the exception of her master Carl, every woman she saw, she wanted to fuck. She was a fucking closet lesbian.

Worse, she was frigging off almost constantly. If only her master would fuck her. He'd been very busy, lately. Her mistress had told her so. It was strange to call Dee her mistress. But that too, was true. Her entire world was turned upside down since her incredible visit to the Newman's home. Although she's seen her mistress at court a few times, she's ignored her.

Then an idea formed in her mind. The Red Rock Las Vegas Open was a few months away, perhaps her mistress Dee would consent to playing doubles with her. With the way she'd been playing, she was certain they would win. It would also provide a chance for her to spend time with her, something that she wanted desperately. She might even let her eat her pussy.

She thought it a stroke of genius. They would likely be seeded high; both had high rankings in both singles and doubles, as former rivals it would turn more than a few heads. Even if she rejects the idea, it will give her an excuse to call. Perhaps she'd be able to explain what's going on with her growing tits.

Dialing the number she held her breath, it went to voicemail. She wanted to swear. Not knowing what to say she hung up. She must remember her place if this was to work. She must remain subordinate to her mistress. Perhaps she was being too forward, a text message prior to the call would have explained the reason for her call. Though it was too late to proceed the call, perhaps the text might be enough to get her attention.

"Please forgive the intrusion, Mistress. The Red Rock Las Vegas Open is a couple of months away and since I'm now yours, I thought maybe it would be worthy of your time if I was your partner. We could play age group or NTRP."

(NTRP ratings are used for adult players playing in United States Tennis Association [USTA] competitions. The ratings are divided into levels between 1.5 and 7.0.)

She sent the note and held her breath again. A minute later she got a reply. "Call me in 15 minutes and we'll discuss your worthiness."

Calling back at the exact time she was asked, Dee answered her phone and wanted to know what Julie had in mind. Dee liked the idea and suggested they play both NTRP 4.5 and Women's (age group) 50s. She warned that it would mean a lot of time training on and off the court. Julie was delighted. She offered to schedule court time, find a coach and register them. When she asked what days and times would she like to schedule practices, she was shocked to hear that Dee wanted to train twice a day until the matches were scheduled. Then only once a day focusing on strategies and techniques. Since they both had full-time jobs she wondered how to make that work. Dee told her to schedule a morning practice and a late afternoon. The morning practice they would do drills, and the evening practices work with their coach. She wanted to begin as soon as possible. Julie agreed and Dee disconnected the call.

It was more than Julie had hoped for and she immediately began calling her list of coaches. The Darling Tennis Center (DTC) had the best public facility, and they were both members, although close to Dee's home it was a bit of a commute for Julie. Dee surprised her again by arranging unlimited court time at UNLV's Frank and Vicki Fertitta Tennis Complex. The courts were great, and it was closer to downtown the heart of the legal community. They were to begin training tomorrow, but Dee wanted to meet this evening to discuss goals and objectives. Dee wanted to win both events.

It was becoming a common problem among Carl's recruits, so it came as no surprise to anyone when Gloria complained that her tits had grown a whole cup-size overnight. What was a surprise was that so did her ass. In truth it wasn't much, however, if it continued to grow, she was going to have a very large ass. Fortunately, Gloria made a healthy salary as an IT director, because most of her clothes no longer fit. She had called Wendy almost in a panic and had the poor woman practically salivating as she described her condition.

Her athletic body, small B-cup breasts and narrow muscular ass had overnight transformed into this body. Her large C-cup tits bounced on her frame, defying gravity. She had to admit they did look pretty awesome, as she turned this way and that, admiring them in her mirror. Her brown areolas were the perfect size on her tan globes. Her hips and ass added at least an inch, which she could get used to, she thought. However, what made things most interesting was that her abs were much more defined, as if she'd spent the last six week focusing on them while cutting out all carbs. She'd lost an entire inch off her waist, which made her ass look huge. She hoped it would stop, if it continued she was heading into Kim Kardashian territory.

When Wendy arrived, Gloria had calmed down considerably. It helped that she'd brought over some of her clothes that were now closer to Gloria's new dimensions. Her satin robe did nothing to hide her enhanced body. Her tits were spilling forth and the robe now barely covered her ass. "Damn, you look hot. Can you show me... without the robe?"

"Oh, sure," Gloria said and pulled the robe off exposing her new assets.

"That's amazing," she said lifting Gloria's titties in both palms without asking, "Nice rack!" She had Gloria turn slowly so she could appreciate the entire package. "Have you been working out; your abs look amazing and that ass?" She was done with observing and grabbed the bubble butt, eager to take her new body for a spin. Gloria squealed. She was already aroused. Playfully she screamed and tried to get away, but Wendy cut off her escape root and they fell into the bed together. Wendy pulled her legs apart. Gloria was wet and giggling, excited that they were going to fuck and didn't resist as Wendy attacked her pussy.

Soon Gloria was gasping for air, as Wendy's educated tongue knew all the right places to lick. It wasn't long before she had her howling as she came. When Gloria recovered from Wendy's attack, she countered by pulling off all her clothes and attacked her lover's pussy. She was all too eager to practice what she'd learned the day before, and Wendy was too happy to oblige. As they both settled down, Wendy played with and sucked Gloria's bigger tits. She learned, like most of their master's women Gloria could cum by titty play alone.

As Wendy attempted to explain what had happened to her. Wendy confessed most of their master's new girls experienced breasts growth. However, none had reported that their ass had grown or any other physical changes, with the exception of more sensitive nipples and clits. She confessed she too was a victim of those. They were both quiet for a while before Gloria asked her what it meant.

Chewing lightly on Gloria's left nipple she paused and said, "I think that makes you special."

That brought a wide grin to the young woman's face, "He likes me!"

"Yes, Gloria. Isn't that obvious?"

After a playful shower Wendy helped Gloria sort through her clothes and gave those she'd brought. They made a list of things she'd need to replace. Wendy cautioned her to only by a few things, because she may not have finished growing. That brought a worried look to Gloria's face, but she quickly dismissed it. If it made her master happy she'd be happy too. Fortunately, Gloria was above average height for a woman, particularly a Latina, she didn't want to end up like many of the women in her family, short, big breasted and thick around the middle.

After visiting a few stores, she and Wendy finally found a pair of jeans they both liked and looked good on her new size. She bought two pair, thinking they fit her like Alice Braga aka Teresa Mendoza from the Netflix series "Queen of the South". The second pair was in case her ass grew again. She wanted to be prepared. She bought a few baggy tops, knowing she'd grow into them. She even bought a few sets of matching bras and panties. Returning home, Gloria offered to try on her favorites and model for Wendy. Wendy declined; she had already blown off plans to help Gloria make it through this crisis. Instead, taking a raincheck, since she had plans for the evening. The two lovers kissed. Gloria thanked Wendy for her help, vowing to reciprocate with the next of her new sisters should the opportunity arrive.

Having a few projects to attend to, Gloria popped open her laptop and set up a few tasks that would take several hours, then decided to relax in the tub for an hour. Tired from her day as the warm water relaxed her, Gloria fell asleep.

When she woke she found Wendy was right, she'd grown again. Once again examining herself in her full-length mirror revealed her hips and ass had gained another inch, and her tits...they were much bigger. They could truly be called "titties"! They were at least a double D cup, perhaps north of that. Fortunately, her back muscles firmed up as well as her abs. These girls may become heavy carrying them around all day. She was officially top heavy and was sporting a set of six pack abs and a twenty-six-inch waist.

Turning sideways her tits appeared to be floating off her chest. She was worried that they were now too big, but according to her mirror looked proportional to her ass. She was surprised to see "the meat" falling out of her enlarged taco. She didn't know what to make of it. Cautiously she touched her lips. She tumbled to the floor with the pleasure that exploded forth. She couldn't help herself as she lay panting on the floor, hands in her pussy, playing and enjoying wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. It took a lot of effort, but she finally was able to pull her hands free. She looked at her hands as if they were the offending culprits. Her fingers were pruned from their exposure to her very wet pussy.

Cupping her left tit in her hand she thought her nipples seemed a bit sensitive. She needed to know. Bringing a fat nipple to her mouth she was excited that she could now suckle her own tits. She sucked and lightly chewed on her nipples, alternating between the two. She squealed as she came, passing out from the incredible pleasure.

The sound of her ringing cell phone pierced her sleep. She had drool all over her tits, her nipples were still hard and erect. Climbing to her feet, she staggered to the small kitchen where she'd left it. Her balance was off.

"Hello," she said still out of breath, one finger from her left hand found its way back into her pussy.

"Gloria this is Carl Newman, from the other evening with Wendy. I think it's time we meet one on one, don't you?"

"Yes...master. My address is..."

"I've already got your address. How does 5:30 sound? That should give you time to get home and prepare."

"Oh...yes....mmmmassster. That will give me plenty of timeeeee." Before she could say more, Carl had hung up.

Answering the door in her robe was out of character. It was the best she could do under the circumstances. She'd been so aroused by the changes in her body, wearing clothes was futile, and she was running out of options. She was panicking. She'd need to buy an entire new wardrobe, if her tits continued to grow.

Julie's original body was pair shaped. She was tall, over six feet and had small tits and a large ass. Additionally, she wore lots of makeup. She never liked what stared back at her from the mirror. She told herself she was covering blemishes. Furthermore, she was forever coloring her "dishwater blonde" hair, into a bright yellow. Now that had all changed. Her short kimono robe strained to keep her girls covered and barely covered her shrinking ass, leaving her pussy exposed.

She tried to hide behind the door as she let her mistress in. Her nosy neighbor Mrs. Kravitz was always watching. She closed the door as quickly as possible and faced Dee. Lowering her eyes and bowing her head, half curtsying, she tried to humble herself and address her mistress in the proper way.

"So formal," Dee said, "Not bad for the first time." Then explained the protocol she expected Julie to follow, and she shed her robe and assumed the position. She got on her knees, putting her hands on her neck, forcing her elbows forward and parting her knees. Dee was well aware of the phenomena all Carl's girls experienced. Julie's small "A cup-size" breasts doubled much to her surprise and probably wouldn't stop there. What was surprising was that Julie's big ass seemed to be shrinking. Realizing that her rival and now subordinate was likely freaking out, she decided to offer support. She'd drop the mistress/subordinate routine for the time being. It was becoming tiring. She told Julie and asked her to speak freely.

"Dee, thank you. I don't know what's going on. Women our age don't suddenly begin growing bigger tits. Unless its cancer. I've never heard of a cancer that works like this. Also, does my ass look smaller? You have a better view. I'm not complaining. Both are welcome changes, but ...when is it going to stop? Assuming it isn't cancer. I'm running out of clothes that fit and I have to be in court tomorrow."

Dee laughed, and then got serious. "Don't worry about it. We are calling it 'the Carl effect'. All of our new family members have experienced similar changes. Mostly breasts growth. Your ass is definitely smaller." Dee took that opportunity to slap her ass and then grab it as it jiggled lewdly. She was becoming aroused. "I'd hold off on buying anything but necessities. I don't think he's done with you yet. Stand up and let me get a better look at you."

Standing quickly Julie wobbled a bit still unaccustomed to the extra curves. She still had a few inches of cellulite on her thighs that Dee was certain "the Carl effect" would take care of. "I think you are headed towards a D cup and a much smaller ass and thighs. If you need to borrow some clothes, I may be able to help," Dee said as she realized that "the Carl effect" was changing some of them into bodies similar to her own. That would make sense, and she was flattered.

"I'm concerned, however. Your new dimensions may negatively impact your game. I've a friend that has his own indoor court. I think we'll need to make some time to practice there in a couple of days. Your body changes should be done by then."

Dee pulled out her phone and began a text message, a minute later she was done. "All this talk about your changing body has gotten me aroused, why don't you put your tongue where it will do me the most good."

Julie couldn't have been happier. Following her to the couch, she watched Dee casually lift her skirt, bearing her most intimate spot. Dee had long lovely legs. Spreading them revealed she was nude underneath. There it was...Dee's juicy pussy. She had gone commando, not bothering to wear panties. Julie took that as a subtle message that Dee was anticipating sex. It was just the way Julie had remembered it. It was after all her first. She was of course helplessly hooked. It was the prettiest pussy she'd ever seen, not that she'd seen many. She watched in slow motion, it was like a rose, opening to the morning sun.

She was eager to practice. Mastering the Art of Cunnilingus was important. She was a lesbian now, for all practical purposes. With the exception of her master, that would be all the cock she'd ever get, unless he or Dee said different. From now on it would be a steady diet of pussy. She'd be smart to learn as much as possible as soon as possible.

Julie's husband never ate her pussy. The few times she was on the receiving end, she was too busy enjoying it to pay attention to what was being done to her. Would she'd be hurt to learn that her cheating husband ate the pussies of all his sluts? Perhaps before she kicked him out. Now...she only cared about getting all the assets she was due.

Dee would tolerate her eagerness for a time, she needed to slow down. She needed to learn what her mistress liked. She needed to tease her, giving those things just the right amount of attention, stoking the fire of her desire, making her want it more and more. Then when she couldn't take it any longer, deliver. She knew what to do, learning how to do it would take some time and practice.

She imagined it was like training a child, Dee assumed. Not having had any children of her own, she read somewhere that parenting meant you had to be patient. She was patient with all the women her husband initiated into his harem. She didn't like the word, but that is what it was. And she was the wife, responsible for making sure the new girls were properly indoctrinated into their new role and lives. When they weren't able to be with their master, they needed to keep their skills sharp, and could only be with their sisters. They could satisfy the hunger they each shared. They could pleasure each other until they were called upon to serve their master sexually. Of course, there were other ways to serve, and each would in their own unique way.

Resisting the temptation to steer her one-time rival, by her head with her hands. Dee knew she needed to listen and let the sounds of her moans and whimpers guide her tongue and mouth. With time and practice she'd learn. When she successfully brought her off, she'd be rewarded with the nectar she craved.

It didn't take as long this time. Julie was learning. As Dee recovered and Julie had claimed all Dee's tasty juices, she slowly nibbled, kissed and licked her mistress wakening her arousal again. She would make more yummy cum, and Julie would be able to improve her technique further. Just then Dee's phone pinged alerting her to the incoming text message.

"Ah, good news darling, we have exclusive use of the courts as often as needed. Let's begin at 6AM tomorrow, I'll send you the address. In the meantime, why don't you continue what you were doing, I think you're skills may be improving."

She couldn't deny that there was something new and different, she felt wonderful and full of energy and life. Also, she was very aroused. "Is that all it takes, an extramarital affair to get an old girls libido going?" Gail Summer asked herself as she sprang out of bed and into the bathroom to pee. As she patted herself dry, she noticed tingles which she normally could ignore. Remembering the immense pleasure she'd had with Carl the evening before. His large hard cock, how it felt inside her, the taste of his cum, their playful shower and the feel of his cock in her mouth. She couldn't ignore the urge to relive the pleasure. It didn't take long before she loudly exclaimed the gratification her hand had brought her. Surprising herself at the volume of her squeals. She worried Wilbur may have heard. She hadn't masturbated in years. It felt so good; she knew it wouldn't be the last time.

Something else was different. Her boobs felt firmer and were riding higher on her chest. That couldn't be right, she thought. However, one look in the mirror told a different story. Gone were the elongated stretched breasts she'd become accustomed to seeing. Somehow the girls were now just a teardrop, looking like they did when she was in her thirties. Lifting them in her hands, she squeezed. She saw stars and squealed with delight and felt as if she could come again. She'd not been that sensitive since she'd given birth over thirty-five years ago.

She played with both nipples and her dripping pussy, softly squealing as she came again and again. She no longer cared if Wilbur heard her, and she delighted in her play for several more minutes. After more happy endings than she could count, she forced herself to stop. Pulling on her robe she studied herself in the mirror. She looked younger; a few wrinkles she'd grown accustomed to seeing were gone. The skin under her neck was firmer. The white hair in her long mane had vanished. Which caused her to carefully examine her pubs, she hadn't noticed her full bush was void of any white hairs. Long ago she'd given up on trimming herself down there. Now it seemed important. She couldn't let Carl see her so hairy. That was a strange thing to think, but she knew they would be together again, soon.
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