Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Gin and Cunt Juice
Keywords: FF F~F+M+f+g+b+ snuff nc rape ws nec

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Gin and Cunt Juice


The membership to the Country Club had been a gift from Mandy's
husband for her 24th birthday. Once in, she was spellbound by the
glitter and glamor, the other perfect trophy-wives in make-up,
the silky dresses caressing sexy female bodies... Within minutes,
she fell in love with the way everyone kept calling her
“Amanda”...

It wasn't long until she noticed Lady Cora, sitting by herself in
a fauteuil at the window. The Lady seemed out of some old,
forgotten fairy tale, like a gypsy queen — mysterious, beautiful,
confident, with raven black hair flowing down over perfectly
rounded breasts.

Mandy had never imagined herself being so attracted to another
woman.

The two wives soon spent their days together, playing cards by
that window. It was difficult to concentrate on the games; Cora's
entire presence radiated sensuality, authority, and a promise of
unimaginable satisfaction... Sometimes, Mandy could smell her own
horny cunt soaking her soft silk panties. She couldn't help
wondering if the scent was noticeable at the other end of the
table.

In the evenings, Mandy always masturbated to the image of Cora's
deep, dark eyes and glistening, dark-red lips.

Lady Cora was apparently married to an old English lord who spent
all his time abroad. No one seemed to have met him. In fact, no
one seemed to know much about the couple at all, but there was no
mistaking the admiration whenever Cora's name came up. Her
husband was very rich, there was no doubt.

One day, Mandy was sworn to keep a secret, and was shocked to
learn that Cora was 46 years old. It seemed impossible... When
Mandy asked how, the Lady answered only with an enigmatic smile.

---

On a spring evening, the two of them alone in the salon, Cora
suddenly asked Mandy:

- “Do you want to kiss me, Amanda?”

Mandy didn't know what to say. She felt her heart flutter, her
face blush, her stomach filling with excited butterflies.

- “I think you're very pretty, Amanda...”, Cora smiled
suggestively. “I'd like to invite you to my home tomorrow.”

---

The following evening, Mandy walked nervously up the front stairs
of the mansion. She knocked, with trembling hands, on the massive
oak doors. To her surprise, a bare-chested, muscular man with his
hair in a ponytail opened. The sight was fit for the house,
somehow. The servant invited her, and she was absorbed by the
building's rustic, palace-like insides.

The man spoke with a soft voice, pointing to a door at the other
end of the white-walled entrance hallway.

- “The Lady is expecting you... In through there.”

At the other end of the door, Mandy found a large room. There was
a couch with a table, a very large TV, an open fireplace, and a
massage bench at the middle of the floor.

Lady Cora was bent over the bench. She was completely naked, and
another servant was standing behind her, fucking her curved body.

- “Aahhh, Excellent...”, Cora panted. “Just like that...
Aaaahhhhhh.....”

Cora looked up and saw Mandy.

- “Aahhh, Amanda... Perfect...”, Cora said. “Sit down, I'll
finish up right away...”

Mandy was shocked and spellbound by the raw intensity of the
scene. Cora's large, sweaty breasts were flattened against the
soft bench, sliding against the mattress with each cock stroke.
Her cheeks were red, blushing with pleasure. She panted when the
shaft pushed inside her.

- “Mmmmmhhh... Yeaaaaahhh.... He's so goood....”, she moaned to
Mandy. “I love his cock.... I'm gonna come... Ohh fuck... Fuck...
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh....”

Her body trembled while she climaxed.

When her moans had subsided, she turned back to her servant.

- “André... Tell Antoine that I want you both tonight...”

The servant pulled his still rigid cock out and reached over to
cover himself in a robe. He brought another robe out for Cora,
who wrapped her shoulders and smiled to Mandy.

- “Would you like a drink Amanda? I love gin after an orgasm...”

Lady Cora poured two drinks with a playful look on her face, and
the women sat down on the couch next to each other, sipping their
glasses in an expectant silence. Cora's robe was slightly opened.
You could see the smooth insides of her thighs and skin of her
breasts. Mandy couldn't keep her eyes away.

- “You like my breasts Mandy...”, Cora smiled, establishing
truth, not asking a question.

She reached up with a finger, pulling the robe to the side,
exposing both her big tits.

- “Maybe you want to see more...”, she said alluringly.

Her finger slowly caressed its way down, and Mandy was mesmerized
by the slowly opening hem of the cloth.

A pitch black bush of cunt hair was once more revealed between
Cora's legs. She put her leg up on the couch, spreading her
thighs. Mandy could suddenly see every wet fold of the
fresh-fucked cunt. The naked woman sat still, putting herself on
display, sipping her drink, allowing Mandy to take in a perfect
body.

- “You wondered how I could look so young...”, Cora said with a
serious voice. “I invited you here today to give an answer. So...
Are you in the mood for a story?”

She continued after a short pause for effect.

“When I was a child in Bulgaria...”, Cora started. “...my mother
taught me how a woman can stay fertile — or young — for as long
as she desires... She taught me that for every passing moon, a
woman can regain the life that's drained from her sex... She only
needs to replace it with the force from another life.”

Mandy's stayed silent, transfixed by the simple motion of the
Lady's moist lips.

- “My mother raised me alone.”, Cora kept going. “Every month,
she would bring a man from out of town to our home. We would drug
his food... I would help her lay him out on the dinner table...
Then she'd pull her underclothes down, climb up, and just gently
sit down on his face. I remember the way she pressed herself
down, choking them...”

When Mandy realized what she was hearing, she gasped in shock.
You could glimpse more of Cora's thick juices, glistening, in the
crack between between her dark, protruding pussy lips. She was
obviously aroused by her own cruel story, and Mandy could share
the raw sexual excitement in the air. Cora noticed and continued
with a content smile.

- “Sometimes my mother would unbutton their pants, freeing their
hairy cocks... Often, while they suffocated into her cunt, they
would grow stiff, and she would lean forward to take them into
her mouth.”

Mandy started rubbing her thighs together, enjoying the wicked
images in her mind. Her cunt juices were seeping through her
panties, smearing down the skin. Cora reached out to touch
Mandy's hand.

Their eyes met in a moment that seemed to last forever. Then Cora
kept talking.

- “I knew I was right about you, Amanda... You're so beautiful...
I want you to come here tomorrow and join me for .. this
month...”

Cora got up, dropping her robe to the floor. She reached down for
Mandy's hand. Mandy slowly stood up, facing the intoxicatingly
attractive woman. Cora smiled lovingly.

- “It doesn't matter if you believe it.”, she promised with a
whisper. “It's worth it just to try. No experience can
compare...”

She caressed Mandy's cheek.

- “Did I remember you coming here for a kiss?”, Cora asked
lustfully and moved her face forward.

Mandy's heart was pounding wildly. She parted her lips and let
out a moan. Finally!

Their mouths met and opened. Their tongues touched. Mandy moaned;
their bodies were so wonderfully close, pressing closer, breast
to breast. She started grinding the crotch of the dress and her
panty-clad, messy pussy against Cora's naked thigh. Within
seconds, Mandy felt herself coming, whimpering a fast,
overwhelming orgasm out into the Lady's loving mouth.

Later, when Mandy arrived home, she masturbated 3 times in the
bath, reveling in fresh memories. Could the unimaginable things
Cora had hinted at actually be true?

---

When the mansion door swung open the next day, Cora was already
coming through the hallway with a smile on her lips.

The Lady walked up and brought her lips to Mandy's, and after the
first, passionate kiss they walked up large marble stairs to a
bedroom, with a huge four-poster bed covered in red satin. Cora
spoke while Mandy took the sight in.

- “We'll spend the night here after we've ... done it.”

Mandy looked back curiously. Her head was spinning from fast
impressions, and her crotch was already swimming from Cora's
enticing touches.

Cora turned to a bookcase and grabbed a large, old book, covered
in crimson cloth.

- “I want to show you something before we start.”, she said.
“This is the first album... It's from my mother.”

The women sat down on the bed, folded the book up in both their
laps, and watched the black and white photos. They were just
faces of men — all dead. There had to be over a hundred. It all
felt so natural when you were sitting here next to Cora.

At the end of the album, Cora just got up and grabbed another
one. As she sat down again, she gave Mandy a deep, warm kiss,
soft lips opening, wet tongues twining... Then, Cora pulled free
and turned her face back to the book.

On the first page, there was a picture of a very young boy.

- “Who is he?”, Mandy asked cautiously.

- “He was my first...”, Cora answered with a dreaming voice.
“I've always photographed or filmed them...”

Mandy noticed the touch of Cora's hand. Delicate fingers started
to massage Mandy's crotch through messy panties. It was
impossible to hold back moans of arousal.

- “I was 14 years old.”, Cora continued, still rubbing Mandy's
cunt. “I was naked when I climbed up on him, looking back at my
mother. I felt so powerful... We took his tiny little cock out
and kissed it... Then I pressed myself down... He stopped
fighting for air, and I rubbed myself in his face... His dead
face...”

The women's eyes met, and Cora's squeezed with her wonderful hand
between Mandy's legs. Mandy gasped, accepting a moaning kiss,
surrendering in euphoria. They kissed and kissed again, until
they were both out of breath.

- “Please...”, Mandy pleaded in ecstasy. “I want it... Please
show me...”

---

The two of them walked naked down the stairs. Mandy's perfect,
magazine model body seemed almost everyday next to Cora's
gorgeous breasts and amazing round hips. Mandy's thin pubic hair
was brighter than Cora's black fur, and both their sexes
glistened with aroused juices.

They entered the room with the massage bench. The two servants
waited patiently.

On the bench, there were two very young, naked boys with strange,
blue, dildo-like devices mounted over their mouths. The boys
couldn't have been more than five or six years old. Their heads
were tied at each end of the bench, and their legs were painfully
strung-out to the sides. The hairless little cocks were close, at
the middle of the mattress.

Mandy brought her hand to her mouth in astonishment. She hadn't
imagined this — innocent children...

- “Is something wrong, Mandy?”, Cora asked with a hint of worry.

But Mandy's attention had already been drawn away to how
beautifully arranged the boys were. This was obviously how it was
supposed to be... How could something this lovely and erotic be
wrong? She gave a shy, encouraging smile to Cora.

They walked up to the bench, and Mandy saw that the boys could
only breathe from large holes through the tightly strapped
devices on their heads.

- “I had my servants make them from ordinary plastic toys.”, Cora
explained, staring in trance at the dildos.

There was a hunger in her eyes, unlike anything Mandy had seen
before — pure, unbridled lust.

- “What do I do?”, Mandy asked, ready for instructions.

Her only answer was a predatory look as Cora backed up toward one
of the heads. Mandy paused to inspect the boy that was apparently
hers. His face was frightened. His body looked so small and
weak... But it didn't matter. She could feel herself wanting to
do this now.

Cora climbed up the bench, and Mandy followed. The boys screamed,
finding themselves staring up into towering cunts above their
faces. Slowly, the female crotches were lowered toward the dildo
mouth pieces.

- “Are you ready?”, Cora panted.

She took her dildo and brought it to her soaking cunt hole. She
moaned, and you could even hear messy sounds as her crotch opened
up around the toy.

Mandy followed the motion, not giving herself time to think,
filled by an intense, adventurous thrill. Her victim resisted
when she twisted the plastic shaft. When it was in place, she
carefully pushed it inside, and it slid through her wetness,
filling her cunt almost without resistance.

Both boys took a few seconds before they discovered that they
couldn't breathe. They panicked, bucking and pulling at the
ropes. Cora smiled and sank down as deep as she could, grunting
loudly from the satisfaction.

Mandy could feel her victim trying to breathe inside her. It was
an intensely arousing experience; he tried with all his power to
suck some air into his lungs, but he only caused a gentle, soft
sensation of shifting suction and pressure. She looked up and saw
Cora enjoying the same, exquisite thrill.

- “This is it, Amanda...”, she panted with a wide-eyed smile.
“Doesn't it feel wonderful? Don't you love it so much?”

She began slowly sliding back and forward over her little
fuck-face. Mandy started as well, pressing her ass down as hard
as she could, fucking the struggling head below, moaning as the
dildo moved inside her.

The boys' tiny cocks started swelling from oxygen deprivation,
and soon the small organs were both 3 inches stiff.

- “Uuunnghh... Look!”, Cora grunted in ecstasy.

She seemed to be near orgasm already, but she stayed like that,
fucking the panicking face below with wet sounds.

Mandy's own pleasure doubled as she fed off the sight of Cora — a
voluptuous goddess in ecstasy, writhing in euphoria, with
riveting disregard for the death in her crotch. The boys were
just cunt collateral now, and Mandy loved it, wanting it forever
— her and Cora together in endless bliss, where no one else
mattered.

- “We're doing it Amanda...”, Cora gasped. “Can you feel him
dying in you?”

She leaned forward.

- “Amanda... Kiss me!”

Mandy did as she was asked. Both women fucked themselves harder
and harder on the faces below. The boys' death struggles
intensified, ropes digging into slender, pulling limbs, and the
women moaned louder into each other's mouths. Cora was slamming
herself up and down now, mashing her cunt against the helpless
head.

Suddenly Cora pulled her mouth away from their kiss, and Mandy
saw the ecstatic woman dive down to take a cock in her mouth,
screaming in orgasm around the small shaft.

Somewhere in the middle of it all, Cora reached up and pulled
Mandy down towards the other cock as well. Mandy felt a last,
forbidden rush of excitement as she took the little erection in
her hands and then embraced it with her lips. She started to
grind her messy cunt furiously, and soon she was overpowered by
the most wonderful sensation, better than any other orgasm. She
wondered if this was what they had talked about, if the pleasure
actually came from the boy dying into her cunt — his life
becoming trapped forever inside her. Then, her thoughts were lost
in an ocean of rapturous ecstasy.

She came to, surprised that she was apparently still screaming
her climax out in long moans around the little cock. Cora was
panting from exhaustion a few inches away. Mandy had no sense of
time, but it didn't matter. The women just stayed there, kissing
euphorically, moaning, rolling on top of the limp bodies.

When the time finally came to get up, Mandy noticed the wild,
almost savage, look on Cora's face. It wasn't over... They needed
more fucking, and it would surpass her wildest dreams... Cora
nodded to the two servants, who walked over to help the women off
the dead boys.

---

Up in the bedroom, their first orgasms were gentle and soft. The
women were lying next to each other in the bed, kissing,
caressing, fingering until they came, moaning into each other's
mouths.

But it didn't stop; their craving just seemed to grow. Their
mouths moved everywhere, kissing breasts, sucking nipples,
tongues bathing in endlessly flooding cunt juice through orgasm
after orgasm. Mandy experienced one of the most intimate, gentle
climaxes of her life, fingered to cum while her asshole was
carefully tasted by Cora's wet, warm tongue.

When they had fucked uninhibitedly through the entire night and
the next day started to break outside the window, Mandy started
to feel as if she was coming out of a dream, except she could
remember it vividly, and she wanted more...

Eventually, they sat back against the wall and rested, and Cora
used a remote to bring down a TV down through the ceiling. She
started selecting from a collection of home-made films. Many of
the short scenes were shot from a distance, through windows.

A lonely flowers sales girl... Arranging posies at work... Buying
supper for one... Eating alone by a candle...
... Struggling without success for breath in Cora's cunt...

A shy looking single man... Getting rejected by women in a bar...
Jerking off to porn in the middle of the night... Going to work,
wearing a suit...
... Ejaculating into Cora's gaping mouth, dying in her crotch...

The two women in the bed fingered each other's cunts as they
watched.

---

Coming home again, Mandy had never missed anyone as much as she
missed Cora.

The following morning, they were supposed to meet at the Country
Club as usual, but once they got there, they went straight back
to Cora's home and fell down on the couch kissing.

The same thing happened the day after that.

Days turned into weeks... Although they spent almost all their
time together, Mandy had to spend a few nights at home when her
husband was in town. Strangely, it seemed to her that neither he
nor anyone at the Club noticed anything out of the ordinary about
the two women's relationship.

When three weeks had gone by, one day after a quick fuck at a
Club toilet, Cora smiled devilishly as they zipped their dresses
up.

- “I think it's getting close to that time of the month again,
Amanda...”, she said quietly.

Mandy lit up like a star in surprised, overjoyed ecstasy.

---

Cora's next victim was a male stripper. He ejaculated all over
his muscle-packed stomach when he died, and Cora purred and
licked it all up before she kissed Mandy with a sperm-filled
mouth.

The servants had also found a young cheerleader with a perfect
face for Mandy's cunt. Cora kept kissing Mandy, from the initial,
desperate struggling of the naked victim, to the releasing moment
when the teenager pissed her legs as she died.

Mandy came to realize that the two servants might possibly be the
hardest working people in the world. They cleaned up after each
messy fuck fest. They cooked, shopped, and as it turned out, they
provided victims seemingly effortlessly. Mandy could not imagine
the kind of money Cora's husband had to be paying them.

---

One day in early autumn, a proud mother — the kindest woman in
the entire Country Club — happened to bring her two daughters, 8
and 10 years old. The young girls were riveting, charming,
curious, clever, and irresistible.

When Mandy and Cora lay in each other's arms the following
evening, they couldn't stop talking and dreaming about the two
angels. Unstoppable desires had stirred awake...

A few mornings later, André and Antoine came up the driveway,
carrying two full looking, rolled up carpets over their
shoulders. Cora and Mandy were forced to tear themselves from
each other's crotches, taking an alibi-trip to the Country Club
while the servants prepared for rites of savage pleasure.

---

At 5 PM, the women came back home. They undressed while kissing
just inside the outer door, and then they walked naked and ready
into the living room down the hall.

The two blond girls were tied to the bench. The servants were
waiting patiently.

The 10-year-old was a little bigger than the slender 8-year-old.
Their legs had been tied apart hard under the bench, and their
asses were resting on the mattress with child cunts inches apart.

Cora and Mandy circled the bench ravenously, kissing, playing
with each other's soaking slits and the soft folds of the
hairless girl crotches. The women caressed the smooth, flat baby
breasts. Mandy was so happy to have a child again, to experience
the sexy miracle of an entire, long, promising life cut short,
disappearing in between her legs.

Cora drifted over to the head of the 8-year-old, and Mandy moved
to the 10-year-old. Both girls twisted against their ropes when
the two hairy killer cunts rose above them and started to squat
down mercilessly.

The dildo mouth pieces just slid in through the wetness as
always.

The adults started fucking themselves gently back and forth.
Under them, the girls were fighting, harder and harder.

Soon, Cora lay down to kiss one of the squirming, wriggling girl
cunts. Mandy stared in fascination at her friend, who had one
hand between her legs, masturbating, licking and slurping at the
bald crotch, and finally even reached back with her other hand to
finger her own asshole.

Then, once more, Mandy felt the wonderful suction building inside
her cunt... The beautiful little child had emptied her lungs of
air, and now she tried to fill them again. She would fail, as
they always did... It was impossible to grow tired of this
sensation... Mandy leaned forward as well, opening her mouth over
the puffy, dying cunt, just for something to suck on through the
coming, limitless satisfaction.

While the trapped, helpless girls thrashed more and more wildly
for their lives, Cora and Mandy started swapping, tasting each
child and kissing in between, moaning and sliding their tongues
against each other. Finally, the girls' bodies gave up, and the
two women's mouths locked in a deep, long, passionate kiss while
they screamed their orgasms out, grinding their messy crotches
against the pretty little faces below.

Later, the women were helped off by the servants. On insecure
legs, Cora led Mandy to the middle of the floor, suddenly
stopping in another kiss.

- “Do you want to watch them fuck the bodies?”, the Lady smiled.
“I want to see it...”

She squatted down absentmindedly while she turned to the
servants.

- “Fuck them!”, she ordered.

Intent on obeying, the two servants grabbed the children's
bodies, while Lady Cora pissed on the floor.

When she was done, she and Mandy stepped out of the puddle and
moved over to the couch. They sat down, making out like horny
teenagers, looking over at the servants, who had untied the
children and put them on their stomachs over the edges of the
bench, asses in the air.

The muscular men put their thick, hard cocks to the dead cunts,
and the shafts were slowly worked inside the tight crotches to
the sounds of male grunting.

The men fucked like machines, muscles tensing and playing all
over their bodies — stiff, massive cocks sliding in and out of
the corpses. Soon, the petrified shafts were forced to surrender
to the embracing, smooth child cunt lips, and the men groaned and
cascaded their sperm into undeveloped little pussies.

Mandy and Cora lay down, head to cunt, eating each other out to
quick climaxes, both of them completely lost in the open, empty,
dead eyes of their victims.

---

The two women walked naked upstairs to the bed, kissing
themselves ready for another wet night. Cora soon called the
servants, making them bring up the bodies. They removed the
devices on the girls' heads, admiring the gorgeous faces one last
time.

Then, Cora and Mandy spent hours rolling around with the girls,
kissing the lifeless mouths, caressing the unresisting bodies.
Mandy lost track of how many times she saw the Lady's cunt grind
itself to orgasm against the cool, bald crotches.

When morning came, the two women hadn't slept a wink.

At Cora's call, the servants came to remove the girls. Before
they were taken away, Cora positioned the now stiffening bodies
carefully in the bed. While the servants waited, the women sat
down on one gaping face each.

The room was filled with the sounds of warm morning piss flooding
small mouths.

---

Every killing seemed to make the hunger of their cunts grow,
turning them so wonderfully insatiable and depraved.

The burial of the missing girls wasn't held until months later.
Cora managed to get some footage at the service, and two hours
later, she and Mandy were in the couch at home, eating each other
out to films of the crying mother next to another screen showing
the dying children.

Some time later, Mandy's 25th birthday came up, and Cora kept her
friend out of the mansion for several days, preparing a surprise.
On the day after the birthday party, Cora picked up Mandy at the
Club.

Mandy was made to undress in the hall; Cora was in an unusually
mischievous mood.

The living room turned out to be filled with naked, tied-up
teenage bodies in a circle on the floor. They were all equipped
with the familiar dildo mouth pieces. Mandy didn't count, but she
realized that it must have been a whole high school class.

- “It's your birthday cake, Amanda!”, Cora smiled with a happy
voice.

She sat down in the couch and poured herself a drink, looking up
gleefully.

- “Now, blow out your candles...”

Mandy looked down by her feet on what appeared to be a teacher,
who was the only really adult woman on the floor. With a
compassionless smile, Mandy squatted down and pissed straight in
the woman's face.

- “It's perfect...”, Mandy whispered in sadistic ecstasy.

She soon pressed herself down around the dildo shaft, over the
panic-moaning mouth of the bound woman. The woman started
thrashing around. Cora and Mandy masturbated, fascinated by the
pure entertainment of unrelenting death.

The first orgasm was the most intense. Still, killing the rest of
them was the most fun she'd had in a long time. She found herself
wondering what Cora would come up with for Christmas...

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First published 2009 and since free for use under the CC0 licence
http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/