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Circus Freak

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Lola at Party

Believe it or not, that’s when things began to get weird.  Lo was back at the pigsty, but instead of pigs, she was surrounded by circus animals.  It turned out that she, or her comic avatar, ‘Catnip,’ was to perform in the circus.  She did not know how she was to perform, but the ringmaster was barking orders at her.  Lo, who was on all fours in the slop, looked up and saw Tara dressed as the ringmaster – top hat, red sequin vest, red sequin pantsuit – and carrying a whip.

Tara

Tara was whipping Lo’s ass to get her out into the center ring.  Lo crawled on all fours, led by Mr. Biggs dressed as Jabba the Hutt.  In the center of the central ring of the large round tent was a circular stool or podium.  Biggs led Lo up onto the podium.  The crowd applauded loudly.  Lo was surrounded by hundreds of people – men, women, children – all eagerly anticipating the performance.  They seemed to know what was about to come, but Lo did not.

Tara Ringmaster

However, she got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach when she saw over her shoulder Tara, the ringmaster, using her whip on the ass of a giant elephant, to get him out to where Lo was instructed to wait.

Tara Ringmistress

The crowd rose to their feet and screamed and hollered, eating popcorn and whooping it up.  The elephant was right behind Lo and, to her astonishment, getting very erect.  It put its front legs very gingerly on the stool and, incredibly gently, almost lovingly, nudged its enormous phallus up against Lo’s pussy.  It was so, dare I say, polite, that Lo found it endearing.  As scared as she was – and she was scared – she was also startled to find her inner thighs getting wet, and she could feel her pussy expanding to let in the massive elephantine cock.

Massive Cock Mount

The crowd wanted to see Lo bring the Brobdingnagian beast to a climax, but the prospect of this natural conclusion to the show terrified Lo because she had no prior experience of fornicating with any proboscidean lovers.  As she was contemplating this fact, she felt what could only be described as a cum cannon exploding between her legs.  She was thrust forward and felt a rocket-like boost shot aft.  A large white puddle collected around her knees and feet.  The crowd went crazy and Lo fell forward onto the muddy, dirt floor.  Looking up, she saw Tara ushering in a lion.

Danger Girl Dating

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Danger Girl Dating App

 

In case you haven’t caught on by now, recreational drugs are not really part of Lo’s life.  She much prefers a French Martini, a Negroni, or a simple flute of Champagne to any drugs.  She claims that anything besides alcohol makes her anxious and feel “weird,” not in a good way.  So the amount of marijuana chocolate she ingested was far in excess of anything she ever had before.  Not to mention that Tara’s concoctions were highly concentrated and potent.

After Lo found out that she had inadvertently been drugged, she asked for a little time to herself.  As she tells it, Mr. Biggs and Tara both left her in Tara’s bedroom.  She took out her phone and called me, saying, “Daddy, I want more.”

I answered, “More what, Lo?”

She said that she wanted to go on a dating app and be in the dating scene again.

According to her, I said, “Lola, it’s a jungle out there.”  I warned her that people hooking up on the dating sites are animals.  But she was insistent.  She said she wanted to discover new things and she had found an app called “Danger Girl Dating.”  She downloaded it and created a profile, all while high as a kite.

Lo Left, Danger Girls center

Soon she was swiping left and swiping right, clicking ‘like’ and shooting heart emojis to men, women, and whomever.  But something stopped her in her tracks.

She suddenly found herself in the app.  I mean, in the app.

“Daddy,” she called to me, “I’ve been turned into a cartoon!”

Cartoon Lola

In the app, her cartoon avatar was named ‘Catnip.’

On her first ‘date’ she found herself dressed as a bride – I mean, if you call wearing a white veil, thigh-high white nylons, and long white gloves ‘dressed.’  She was leashed to a giant pig!  She quickly ascertained that she was betrothed to the pig and everyone she knew was attending the wedding!

Lola getting married

There was no escaping because the leash to which she was attached to the pig was fastened around her neck with a steel collar.

Apparently, I was the officiating heresiarch and after I pronounced them hog and wife, Lola was mounted by the pink, pot-bellied, cloven beast and fucked before the reception party! The pig got Lo on her back and went to town.  This pig was no Wilbur of Charlotte’s Web fame.  No, the hog Lo found in this interweb was far too heavy for her and she felt like she was going to die under the weight.

Talented pig

Suddenly, all the people at the reception also turned to pigs!  They were looking at Lola like they hadn’t mated in a year and she was, well, raw meat.  Each one wanted a go with her.  She was scared.  She could hardly handle her ‘husband’ pig.

Lola missionary style

Each boar had his way with her and Lo wished she had swiped right on a horse, dog, or goat instead of a pig.

Fresh Meat

At one point, Lo opened her eyes and saw that Mr. Bigg was sitting in a chair, pud in hand, Tara and a host of party guests were around the bed as naked Lo was holding her phone in one hand and diddling her bean with the other.

What could these pigs want?

Lo got up off the bed and crawled around on all fours like a pig or dog, her head waist high with the guests.  One of them called out, “What is that?” pointing at Lo’s bare bottom.

Tara approached Lo and said, “Um, looks like Mr. Biggs’ condom fell off inside you.”

Sure enough, there was a partially full condom dangling from Lo’s slit, hanging on like a hero of an action movie.  Lo reached back and found the condom.  She pulled it out of her twat and sniffed it.  Suddenly she was transported back to the sty with the pigs where she crawled naked through the mud and slop.

Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

Food for Thought

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The next morning the sun was streaming in the front windows across the living room where I was sleeping on the couch.  I was slightly roused from my slumbers by the aroma of coffee brewing, but I thought it was just a dream until Lola sauntered into the room holding two mugs of coffee and wearing only a t-shirt.  Her nipples were protruding from under the shirt and her pussy was on display.  She sat down next to me and placed my mug on the coffee table in front of me.

“Sorry Daddy,” was all she said.

I looked at her and said, “Lo, what happened last night?”

She proceeded to tell me that she met up with Mr. Biggs at their designated rendezvous spot, since his wife was at home with the baby.  She hopped in his car and he wasn’t in any costume.

She was surprised, but he assured her that his costume was in the trunk.  He drove them to the party and pulled out his costume that fit right over his clothes.  Lola suspected that it was custom made since he was already one of the largest men she had ever seen.  How could it be so large as to fit even over his clothes?  It was a Jabba the Hutt outfit, as he had promised, but it literally covered him from head to toe.  The mouth of the costume was an opening through which he could see.  Meanwhile, Lo was scantily clad in her Princess Leia slave girl outfit, exposing her tummy and also, if one gained a glimpse at her bikini bottom, her bushy pubic hair.

“Where’d you get that?” asked Lo.

“My wife made it for me,” he said from within the mask.

“Talented.  Did she make one for herself?”

“No.”

“Does she know you’re wearing it out with me.”

“Of course not.”

Lo shrugged her shoulders.

The theme of the Halloween party was popular TV shows and movies from the ʼ70s.  At the party, Lola spied a Barney Rubble and Betty, a gay “CHiPs” duo, a “Bewitched” couple, and a “Three’s Company” throuple, among others.  As Lo scanned the guests, one stood out for her – a woman wearing only a trench coat and a red beret.  Lo approached her, curious to find out which 1970s celeb she was supposed to be, but also trying to be tactful about it.

“I know,” said the woman even before Lo could ask, “who am I?”

“Well,” said Lo, “now that you mention it.”

“I’ll give you five guesses and four hints, if you need them.”

“OK.”

“Hint number one: The original aired in the sixties, but ended in the seventies.”

Lo thought, but that didn’t help her at all.  She guessed, “‘Brady Bunch’?”

“No, silly,” said the woman, affably.  “Hint number two: The show had a remake in 2008 as a movie.”

Lo pondered, “‘Charlie’s Angels’?”

“Warmer,” said the woman.

“Hint number three: “I am smarter than the star.”

Lo knew that this was somehow a big hint, but she still had difficulty.  “‘Pink Panther’?”

“Really, really close!  OK, hint number four: I’m a secret agent.”

“Inspector Gadget?”

The woman laughed and said, “I can see how you’d think that, but that’s from the eighties.  OK, I’ll give you one more hint.  Last chance!  I go by the name ninety-nine.”

“Oh, I know!” said Lo, “Ninety-nine from ‘Get Smart’!”

“You got it!”

“What do I win?”

The woman then opened her trench coat and let Lo see her totally naked body underneath.  Lo’s jaw dropped.  Her mouth salivated.  She felt wet between her legs.

Agent 99

“Your secret weapon,” quipped Lo.

“Not so secret,” said her new friend.  “Hi, I’m Tara.”

“Tara, like the goddess?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Hi, I’m Lo.”

Tara looked Lo over approvingly, but Lo said, “Don’t be grossed out, I didn’t have time to shave.”

“What are you talking about grossed out?!  You’re gorgeous!”

“Well, I’m a little self-conscious,” said Lo, well aware of her protruding bush down below.

“Don’t be,” said Tara, “You can see, I left a little fluff down there too.”  Tara then flashed Lo once more.  Lo looked carefully this time, since it wasn’t a total shock to her.  She did see just a tuft of brown between Tara’s legs.

“Is Maxwell here?”

“Maxwell Smart – Agent 86?” asked Tara.  “No.  It’s just me.  A solo mission tonight.  I think I saw your date – Jabba the Hutt – earlier.”

“Can’t miss him,” said Lo.

“How long you two been together?” asked Tara.

“Second date,” said Lo.

“What?!”

“True.”  Then Lo told Tara the back story, about me, her, and how Lo likes to explore kinks, fetishes, taboos, and possibilities.  “What about you?” asked Lo.

“Well, funny you should mention your interest in kinks.”

“Why’s that?”

“This is my party – my kinky Halloween party.”

“This is your house?  I had no idea!”

“Yep.  Welcome!”

“You certainly are very hospitable.”

Just then Mr. Biggs approached Lola and Lo introduced him to her new friend Tara.

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Mr. Biggs.  “Let’s make sure I don’t lose you again.”  He proceeded to hook a leash to Lo’s collar and Lo then dropped to the floor in the Gorean Kajira slave position.  “That’s better,” said Mr. Biggs.”

Original art by Sergeii-g.

Lo looked up at Tara submissively.

Tara said to Mr. Biggs, “May I?” indicating that she wished to take the lead of the leash.

Mr. Biggs couldn’t say no.

Tara then led Lo, who crawled on all fours, to the upstairs bathroom.  People got a kick seeing Lo from behind as she crawled up the stairs.

In the bathroom, Tara said, “Shall we tidy you up?”  She indicated her shaving equipment.  Lo didn’t object.

Lo got out of her costume and stood before Tara, nude, while Tara prepared everything.  Tara then removed her only clothing – the trench coat and beret, and had Lo sit on the edge of the tub as Tara hopped in the tub, spread Lo’s legs, turned on the warm water, and began shaving Lo’s unruly bush.

A couple of times one of the guests happened to walk into the bathroom, which had the door wide open, only to find it occupied by the two naked water nymphs.

“It’s ok,” said Tara, “if you need to use the bathroom.  We don’t mind.”

No one took them up on it.

Tara grabbed Lo’s belly and pulled it up so that she could get a better angle on the triangular territory below to be trimmed.

“You’re beautiful,” said Tara.

“I’m trying to lose a few pounds I gained during the pandemic,” said Lo.

“Why?  This is hot,” said Tara, squeezing Lo’s roll.

Lo blushed.

Within a half hour, Tara had shaved Lo perfectly clean with her expert and steady hand.  Lo said, “Shall I return the favor?”

Tara, eager to prolong the intimate time with Lo, said, “I’d like that.”

They switched places and, with a few strokes of the wrist, Lo removed what little pubic hair remained at the nether point of Tara’s mons pubis.

The two of them rinsed, dried off, and then there was a knock at the door, even though the bathroom door was wide open.  It was Mr. Biggs.  How he managed to get up the stairs is a mystery.  It certainly involved struggle.  He was perspiring under his Jabba costume.

“Yes?” asked Tara.

“Just seeing that Lola’s ok.”

“I’m in good hands,” said Lo, looking at Tara who was cupping Lo’s breasts with her hands at that moment.

“You two look pretty there,” he said, stating the obvious.

“Oh yeah?” asked Tara, “Does the Hutt have a hard-on?”

“Help me out of this costume and you’ll find out.”

Lo and Tara walked with him to Tara’s bedroom where they helped him remove the elaborate getup.

He then removed his clothes.

“Lola tells me you have a feeder/feedie kink,” said Tara.

“Yes,” replied Mr. Biggs.

“Well, then, I’ll be right back.”

Quick as a flash, Tara sprinted out of the bedroom, down the stairs to the main party area in the living room and kitchen, her naked bum bouncing as she slid between all the costumed guests.  “A new outfit Tara?” said one of them.  “Let me guess, the Emperor’s New Clothes.”  She got a plate of chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate covered bananas, brownies, and dark chocolate in the shape of little pumpkins, and sped upstairs again.  A few people did double-takes as they saw the nude nymph dash past them and dart up the stairs.  “What’s going on up there?” asked one guest of another.

Tara smooth

Tara reentered the bedroom, catching Lola and Mr. Biggs in an intimate moment as he was leaning over in order to kiss Lo, who only came up to his chest.  Lo’s right hand was reaching for his small cock, hidden under the round, protruding roll that began over his waistline and flopped down, covering like a curtain his diminutive pecker.

“Hey you two,” said Tara, standing in the doorway, leaning up against the lintel of the door, her right leg resting on the frame, bent at the knee, and holding a plate of chocolate desserts dramatically, “hungry?”

“Mmmm,” moaned Lo, “What you got there?”

“Some sweets I made for the party.”

“You made these?!  They’re adorable!”

A Valentine’s Day treat package

Tara got on the bed – her bed – that was made very neat and tidy for the party.  She sat by the headboard with her legs spread.

Lo crawled on the bed like a leopard, slowly making her way to Tara’s tray of goodies.  Mr. Biggs stood behind Lo at the foot of the bed watching the show.  Tara held up a chocolate covered strawberry that had a white chocolate swirl around it.  Lo craned her neck to get a bite of the not-forbidden fruit.  Lo was able to grab it with her teeth and ate it.

Mr. Biggs was grabbing at his pud watching Lo eat the sweets.

Tara repeated the treat theater with a piece of the dark chocolate pumpkin.  Mr. Biggs liked what he saw.  He came around the side of the bed to get a better look.  He passed Lo a sealed condom that he apparently had been holding in his hand.

“Will you put it on?” he asked politely.

“I’ll try,” said Lo, looking up at his daunting frame.

“I’ll help,” said Tara.

Tara got under the large, drooping belly and lifted to allow Lo room to see and manipulate the condom.

“Reminds me of middle school,” said Lo, looking up at Mr. Biggs.

“Middle school?” asked Tara.

“I’ll tell you another time,” said Lo, enigmatically.

Lo was desperately trying to get the condom on the hard, but small penis.  Every time she thought she was successful, it fell off.

“Here,” said Tara, moving to one side, “you’re going to have to lie down on the bed.”

Mr. Biggs, embarrassed, but not surprised by the difficulty, got on the bed and rolled on his back.  His large stomach rested like a hump, allowing Lo more access.  The act of getting back on the bed had diminished his hard-on, so Lo put her mouth to his cock to revive it.  Tara held it for her.  Mr. Biggs’ pud grew in her hand and in Lo’s mouth and soon he was erect enough for Lo to slide on the condom.

Mr. Biggs stood up again and this time he stood by the middle of the bed.  Lo got back on all fours and Tara was on the other side of the bed, opposite Mr. Biggs.  She stood and fed Lo her snacks as if feeding a dog.

Mr. Biggs lifted his big belly and plopped it down on Lo’s ass, resting it there, as he grabber her by her hips and pulled her in so he could enter her from behind.  Once he was properly penetrating her, he let go of her hips and grabbed the leash to pull her back.

“Heel,” he said to Lo, as if talking to a dog.  “Heel.”  She pushed backwards with her ass, further enveloping his cock in her wet pussy.  She liked being treated like a bitch.

Tara said, “Want another treat?” to Lo, as if talking to a dog.  Lo licked her lips.  Tara fed Lo another strawberry.  Then Tara took the banana and held it between her legs as if it was her own cock and Lo took it in her mouth, demonstrating for Tara her talent for deep-throating.  Lo looked up at Tara as the banana went nearly all the way in her mouth.  She then pulled back and began eating the chocolate covered banana bite-by-bite.

This turned on Mr. Biggs so much that he was perspiring and breathing hard as he bounced his thick thighs off of Lo’s ass.

Unbeknownst to either Mr. Biggs or Lola, since their backs were to the door, some of the partygoers from downstairs had followed Tara’s naked butt up the stairs and were congregated by the door, watching the show.

Each deliciously decorated fruit fed to Lo brought Mr. Biggs closer to climax.  Lola, for her part, couldn’t even feel him in her, but she could feel his weight resting on her lower back and his hips hitting hers forcefully.

When all the food was gone, Lo pulled forward and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs and raising them in the air so Mr. Biggs could enter her missionary style as Tara lowered her hips down on Lo’s face.  Lo licked Tara’s delicious labia and Mr. Biggs got a full view of Lo’s torso and all of Tara’s naked body as he slammed into Lo’s pussy with his pud.  Tara was too skinny for Mr. Biggs’ taste, but that didn’t stop him from admiring her body as her breasts bobbed up and down and as she pulled her nipples.

Lo could feel him only slightly more in the missionary position, but she sensed he was getting close to orgasm.  His thrusting increased in tempo and soon he was calling out as he grabbed Lo’s rolls and held on for dear life!

He suddenly tipped forward like a felled giant Sequoia.  He crashed down on Lo’s body as Tara cautiously backed up.  Poor Lo couldn’t even be seen under him anymore.  His full dead weight was upon her.  She struggled to whisper, “I can’t breathe.”  And she suffered a momentary panic attack as she thought that maybe he died and collapsed on her!

Luckily, he rolled off of her onto his back, breathing heavily, as was Lo after being released from the crushing weight.  At the sight of him, the people at the door scattered since the show seemed over.

Lo was feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and strange.  Had she nearly passed out when he was on her?  Everything seemed odd to her – sounds, her body, the ceiling as she looked up at it.

Tara caressed her forehead and the feel of her hand on Lo’s skin was nearly enough to bring Lo to a climax.

Lo pulled Tara down to her so that Lo could suck her tits.  Then she guided Tara’s body over her so that they were in a full-on sixty-nine on the bed.  Lo had never experienced anything like this.  Every inch of her body felt tingly and alive.  Her tongue probed and tasted Tara’s twat with the discerning sensitivity of a wine connoisseur finding the hints of oak and tints of sunset.  Lo didn’t know what was happening to her, but she liked it.

She felt Tara’s tongue protruding in her own hole as if the tentacle of a horny Cephalopod.  Suddenly Lo imagined she was under water, making love to and being made love to multiple sea anemones.  It was blissful!

Lola lost herself in an orgy of tentacles and wave after wave of intense orgasms as Tara’s pussy around her face felt like she was diving into the cunt of a kraken as it swallowed her with its enormous mouth.  Lo was suddenly swimming inside Tara as if ingested by her fluctuating, full vulva.

Lola dove in!

Emerging from the many leagues under the ‘C’ of Tara’s cunt, from between her wet legs, Lo came up for air.

“What is going on?” she asked out loud.

“What?” inquired Tara.

“The room is spinning – and breathing.”

“Lola, you know that I’m a cannabis confectioner, right?  All those chocolate strawberries and bananas you ate were infused with THC.”

“I had no idea, but I suddenly feel like Alice in Wonderland!”

“Oh boy,” said Tara, “you’re going to be feeling pretty strange for a while.”

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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To all our loyal fans, avid readers, cumtributors, and Match Book Club members, we would like to wish you a very Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

We also have some big news coming soon, probably next week, so stay tuned!

xoxoxoxoxo,

Lola & HH

Lola’s Lips are Sealed

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“Lola,” called her sister as Lo was getting dressed, “no panties today.”  Robie sat in the bed and watch Lo as she was reaching into her underwear draw.  This request, or command, was not unusual for Robie to make.  Lo looked at her sister and then moved on to pulling out socks from her top drawer.  She chose white with a pattern of little pairs of red cherries.  She went to her closet and pulled down a white and green dress.  Her pigtails were already neatly tied with green bow ribbons.

“Come here,” said her sister.

Lo walked to the bed, carrying her clothes for the day.

Robie reached into the nightstand next to her side of the bed.  She pulled out a handful of wooden clothespins.  She kept a drawer full of them to spice up sex with her boyfriends and for personal use.  But this time she told Lo to stand before her.

“Spread your legs.”

Lo spread.

Robie took one clothespin at a time in her right hand.  With her left hand she squeezed Lo’s labia together, making the lips bulge, and then she applied the clothespin to the two tightly pressed lips together.  She did this a total of six times, causing tears to form in Lo’s eyes.  Between Lo’s legs a straight line of wooden clothespins hung down, compressing Lo’s vagina together.  Not that Lo needed this at all, but this was Robie’s punishment for Lo’s indiscretion of yesterday when she unconsciously moved her index finger to her pussy and stroked her smooth slit while the three guys fucking Robie looked on with intense interest.

“You are to wear these all day at school.  Only when you get home will you be allowed to remove them.  No.  You will come to me and beg me to remove them for you.  If they fall off, you replace them.  Immediately!”

“Yes, Robie,” said Lo obediently.  The pain was excruciating, but it did not outstrip the secret enjoyment of pleasing her older sister.

Lo slipped into her dress and walked to the kitchen to eat breakfast.  It hurt to walk.  It hurt to sit.  It hurt to stand up.

The pain between her legs while she rode the bus to school nearly made Lo pass out with every jarring bump.

At school she couldn’t concentrate at all.  Her entire mental focus was directed between her legs.  Occasionally, she dropped her right hand down below the desk and up between her legs and flitted her fingers across the tips of the clothespins, making them jiggle.  She was praying that none of them slipped off in the middle of class.

And then it was gym period.  There was absolutely no way she was going to go into the girls’ locker room, remove her dress and put on her tight, white shorts!  Even if she could do that without everyone seeing her clothespins, there was no way she could easily conceal them under the shorts, let alone play volleyball or badminton or whatever the day’s activities were.

 

She went to the gym teacher and said she wasn’t feeling well.  The gym teacher looked at her askance and sent her to the school nurse.

At the nurse’s office, she entered shyly and explained that she wasn’t up to playing in gym.  The nurse went through a series of questions: Stomachache?  Headache?  Fever?  To all of which, Lo responded, “No,” shaking her head and dangling her pigtails.  The nurse took her temperature.  Normal.  The nurse asked her to have a seat and, when Lo sat extremely gingerly on the hard, plastic chair, the nurse asked if the problem was “down there,” pointing between Lo’s legs.  Lo turned a bright red!

School Nurse

The nurse asked to lift up Lo’s dress.  Lo didn’t know what to say.  She acceded to the request.  When the nurse saw the row of wooden clothespins pinching Lo’s pussy lips together, she gasped in horror!  “What is this?!  Who did this to you?  Why are you wearing these?” she asked in rapid succession as she removed the clips.

“Lola, show me.”

Lo was speechless.  She could not turn in her beloved sister.  So she lied.  She said her mother told her to wear them to school.

“Why ever would she do that?” asked the nurse, alarmed, but trying to sound soothing for Lo.  The nurse reached into her drawer and pulled out some ointment.  She put on her rubber gloves and applied the ointment to Lo’s nether region, gently rubbing the moist, cooling gel into Lo’s labia.  Lo liked the feeling and liked the nurse.

Lo tried to speak, but she couldn’t.  She just shrugged her shoulders and asked the nurse to keep rubbing in the ointment.  “It feels good,” she said, totally unaware of how that sounded to the nurse.

The nurse stopped rubbing and told Lo to pull her dress back down, covering her triangle, as the nurse stepped out.  Of course she called the principal.  The administration of the school alerted the authorities.  The Department of Children and Family Services was called and within days a full-fledged investigation was underway.

For years, Lo though that the reason her older sister was sent off to boarding school in Europe was because her father didn’t like Robie’s “slutty” behavior with the boys.  She believed that Robie had been caught with a boy in the house.  She suspected it might be that they feared for Robie in some way.  But she didn’t know that it was because DCFS had discovered the source of Lo’s torment and the Department threatened to take Robie from the family and put her in foster care or a special psychiatric ward.  There was literally no other place for her to go in America to be outside the reach of the authorities and so her parents, in a last-ditch effort to keep Robie in the family, sent her to boarding school abroad, leaving Lo alone and bereft of her sister until, well, you know the rest.

Lola worships her sister Robie

Still Crazy After All These Years!

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You might think that the title of this post is referring to HH and me, your beautiful blog bunny, Lola. Well, it’s not. It’s referring to an inspiring older couple, Mr. and Mrs. E, who have a Just For Fans site that is just amazing!

Mr. E is a talented artist, and his talent shows in his photography. Mrs. E is his muse and a beautiful model. Together they are a couple that other kinky couples can admire and hope to inspire.

The Mrs. is a fan of Match, Cinder & Spark!

Here’s my interview with them:

Q: I went through your whole Just For Fans. It looks like you started back in late 2019, but you migrated there from Tumblr. When did you two start with the erotic photography?

A: Mr E: I wanted to show her, how erotic and sexy she was/is… so we played around just for us. Watching the pictures on big TV-screen and having fun.

Mrs E: Very often the shoots lead to passionate fucking sessions.

Mr E.: Around 2015 I discovered tumblr. – that was great, you could post uncensored, had great style, nice Archive. Perfect – We had 85K Followers, when the tumblr purge started. They deleted our blog – with 12K pictures…

Mrs E: He was devastated… we were devastated… than MeWe came along, they also deleted some blogs…

Mr E: Then I was looking for a safe haven… where we could keep the nerds and idiots out. The money (it’s only 1/10 of what we (mostly me !) spend on lingerie…) – One platform we like, but lately problems with the followers counter, is X formerly Twitter…

Mrs E: I love to see the posts on the big TV-screen, also after every shooting…

 

 

 

Q: I was going to say, it looks like you spend a lot on lingerie! Was it a fetish for both of you, or did you both grow into it? Does Mr E ever like to wear the lingerie? (BTW, that’s a BIG turn-on for me – men in panties and nylons, etc.)

A: Mrs E: I always loved lingerie, but Mr E really got me into it…

Mr E: I was always a big fan of stockings and garters and nylons, and for the shoots I was looking for nice stuff… from every business trip she got some pieces…

 

 

Q: I see that Gunter Blum and Roy Stuart are featured in some of your photos. Are they big influences on either of you? Who else is an influence in the photos you take?

A: Mr E – Artistic and aesthetically a lot of artists had an influence on me… photographer: beside the ones you mentioned, are H. Newton, Araki, Knoll and others…

Mrs E: I loved it when he brought the newest LEG SHOW issue home…. great inspiration…

 

 

Q: For Mrs E: I see in some of the photos images of you apparently getting off to other photos of sexy, scantily clad or naked women. Are you into women? More generally, what are your kinks and do you have sex with anyone besides or in addition to Mr.?

I think she’s into Lola Down

A: Mrs E: I have a lot of close female friends, love to look at sexy women, but I’m not into women. We had some experiences with other couples (not really satisfying) and few MMF – one was fine, but from far away… He loves to fantasize about us with another man…

Q: Well, I will admit, I wish it was my photos all over the wall in this beautiful picture! (wallpaper)

A: Mr E: that’s a funny crazy story: coming home from a business, she surprised me with a Paperwall (between a door) covered with this porn collage. It was a Lucky Hole!!!!

Q: Do either of you care to share how it came about and what inspired it? (Squid photo)

A: Mrs E: Mr E loves to cook! Holidays on a Island with a great population of these delicious animals made us fantasize… btw. it was delicate cooked… lol –

Q: Tell me, what are your hopes, dreams, plans for the future with regard to the erotic photography? Do you think you’ll make a book of it?

A: Mr E: We don’t plan to much, as long as we love what we do, we carry on… and yes a book is one of our opportunities… or NFT… but all is vague…

Q: I see in one of the photos, she’s reading “Talk Dirty to Me.” What sort of erotica do you two (or each of you) enjoy? What sort of porn? Do you like to masturbate together or alone or both?

Favorite Erotica? Match, Cinder & Spark

A: Mrs E – I read everything from classic erotic literature to pornographic texts. But I like it best when he reads to me, his dark erotic voice turns me on… I like looking at other women, old Leg Show magazines or artistic pornography. That’s why our favorite go-to erotica has been your Match, Cinder & Spark books! Every now and then we watch porn together, sometimes just as a silent background wallpaper.

Mr E: I am well-educated in pornography. LOL – I’ve always been interested in the history of pornography. As a media person, I’m a porn gourmet, even if I enjoy home cooking now and then. I read a lot, including theoretical writings on pornography, so it was obvious to try to create aesthetic pornography yourself.

Lola: Thank you both for this interview – it was such a turn-on to talk with you and to learn from you!!! We both wish you two the best with your erotic adventures!

Go check out Mr. and Mrs. E at stillcrazyafteralltheseyears on Just For Fans!

Reign of Terror

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[Continued from Femme-Enfant.]

Lola’s Repressed Memories of growing up fast with Robie

When Lo awoke from her fainting spell, she wasn’t bound and there were no clothespins on her nipples or labia.  She was on the floor, but no one else was in Robie’s bedroom.  Lo stood up slowly so as not to pass out again.  She walked, naked, over to her bureau and pulled out something to wear.  She slipped into a little dress, just in case her parents were home.  She walked downstairs and found Robie and her boyfriend eating some cereal in the kitchen at the counter.  She was still wearing her sister’s heart patterned panties over her head.

“Hey Lo,” said Robie cheerfully, “you woke up?”

“Yeah,” said Lo, confused.

“How was your nap?”

“Uh, good, I guess.”

Lo was trying to figure out if she had fallen asleep and it was all a dream or if her sister was just gaslighting her (even though, at the time Lo did not have this word in her vocabulary).  Lo could feel her nipples were still sore, her pussy was aching, her ass felt as if she still had a cock up it, and the back of her throat ached something terrible.  She could still taste the salty semen in her mouth and her face had some on her upper lip and chin.  It couldn’t have been a dream!

“Hungry?” asked Robie.

“Uh, nah.”

Lo walked past the two of them and went to the living room.  She turned on the TV and plopped herself down on the carpeted floor, lying on her stomach with a pillow under her head.  Absentmindedly, she pulled the panties down over her face to smell her sister’s scent.  Her eyes were on either side of the thin thong crotch.  She felt like a superhero wearing a mask.  Her pigtails were free on each side of the panties.  She looked up and watched her favorite animated movie – Beauty and the Beast.  She had watched this movie probably over a hundred times.  She had no idea what about it she liked so much, but it pleased her ever since she could remember.

Robie and her boyfriend eventually followed Lo into the living room and sat on the couch behind her.

“This again?!” said Robie.

Lo didn’t answer.  She was in her own world.  Her legs were spread and bent at the knees with her bare feet dangling in the air.

“You probably have every word memorized!”

No answer from Lo.

Robie’s boyfriend nodded his head, gesturing for Robie to look at what he saw.  From behind, looking at Lo with her feet up in the air and her legs slightly spread, he could see under her short dress Lo’s bare slit.

Robie caught a glimpse of it too.  She reached over and grabbed the long umbrella that was by the front door.  She leaned forward and put the tip of the umbrella up, under Lo’s dress and pushed the dress up over Lo’s ass so that the two of them could have a better view.

Robie giggled.

This reminded Robie of the first time she used Lo as a prop for her and her boyfriend’s prurient enjoyment.

It was the exact same scenario about a year earlier.  Lo was lying on her tum on the living room floor in a little dress, no panties.  She propped up her head with her hands, her arms bent at the elbows under her chin.  She had her feet up in the air, dangling, legs spread just enough for a sneak peek as she was engrossed in watching a cartoon – probably Beauty and the Beast.  Robie and her boyfriend (a different boyfriend then) were sitting on the couch behind Lo.  The parents were out, as usual.  Robie was supposed to be babysitting Lo, making sure she didn’t get in trouble.  Little did the parents know, Robie was the trouble.

The boyfriend caught a glimpse of Lo’s crotch.  Robie felt something twitch under his shorts, where she had rested her left hand.  She saw him looking at her young, innocent, little sister’s snatch.  Rather than be outraged, angry, disgusted, she was amused.  Rather than throw the boyfriend out, telling him that he shouldn’t be looking up little girls’ skirts, especially her younger sister’s, Robie pressed on her boyfriend’s tumescent cock, causing it to grow.  It was rock solid under his shorts as Robie stroked it.  His eyes were glued to the hairless, tight twat between Lo’s legs.  Lo was oblivious to this, but for unknown reasons, she reached behind her and scratched an itch on her butt, pushing the hem of the dress even further up, revealing even more.

Artistic Rendering

Robie pulled down the elastic waistband of her boyfriend’s shorts and let the constricted cock spring out, popping up, nearly hitting her in the face.  She bent over and took it in her mouth as he continued watching Lola.  Robie’s long dark hair draped down over his lap.  It didn’t take long before he was exploding in Robie’s oral cavity and making grunting noises as he did.  Lola was distracted from her show, turned around, and saw her sister with a mouthful of cum and her boyfriend’s cock lying out.

Lo just looked on, confused.

“Robie, what are you doing?” she asked innocently.

Robie swallowed hard and said, “I just had a little snack.”

“Snack?”

“Yeah.  Men have snacks in there,” she said, pointing to his penis, “and sometimes they give them to us.”  She snickered.

“A snack, in there?!  What kind of snack?” asked Lo, dubious.

“A yummy one!”

“Can I have some?”

“Not now.”

“Why not?”

“There’s only enough for one.  Maybe next time.”

Lo wouldn’t let her older sister forget this and demanded her snack the next time the boyfriend came over.  Lo was playing in her room – the room she shared with her older sister – when she heard the doorbell.  Lo ran to the door and looked out the little rectangular windows that lined the door on either side.  She saw Robie’s boyfriend.  She let him in with a smile.

“Got a snack for me?”

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Robie said that you have a snack.”

“Is Robie home?”

“Yeah.  She’s in the living room listening to music.”

The boyfriend walked past Lo.  Lo was insulted and followed to the living room.  She told her sister that she wanted the ‘boy snack’ that was owed to her.

Robie tried to talk her out of it, but Lo was insistent.  The boyfriend said, “Let her have a taste.”  Robie considered the situation.  She was horny and she knew that Lo wouldn’t give her and her boyfriend any privacy.  When Lo wanted something, she could be a relentless annoyance.  Robie told her sister, “Sit down and don’t say a word.”

Lo smiled because she knew she was finally going to get what she wanted – the ‘boy snack.’  Lo sat down cross-legged on the carpet.  Robie said, “No, not like that.  Sit on your knees, right here.”

Lo listened to her older sister and sat in the “kajira position,” as Robie called it.  Lola didn’t know then that this “foreign” word referred to the Gor series of novels by John Norman, of which Robie was an avid reader at the time.

Lo sat, looking up at the tall “man” who stood in front of her.  In reality, he was only about fifteen or sixteen, but that seemed to be a world of difference in age, experience, knowledge, and maturity to Lo.  He was no kid to her.  He had crossed that mysterious and invisible divide between children, like herself, and adults – whatever that meant.

Her older sister also got on her knees in a similar position as Lo, right in front of her boyfriend.  Lo was eager to see everything and not have her sister play another trick on her and so she complained.

“I told you not to say a word, didn’t I?” Robie scolded her.

Lo stopped complaining.

To appease her whining, younger sister, Robie turned her boyfriend so that he was standing profile in front of Lo and Robie was on her knees directly in front of him with her face opposite his crotch.

Robie pulled down the droopy basketball shorts he was wearing and revealed his white briefs with a bulge in the front.  She then pulled down the briefs and the bulge unfurled like a drawbridge being suddenly let down and it hit Robie on the head with its full, heavy meat.

Lo laughed a little, but stifled her laugh because she didn’t want to get in trouble again.

Robie grabbed the protruding appendage with her right hand and looked at Lo.

“You see,” she said, “this is the lever that makes the snack.  All you have to do is pull the lever and the snack will shoot out.”

“Like ice cream?” asked Lo.

“Exactly.  So, open your mouth if you want to get a taste.”

Lo opened her mouth.

“Wider,” said her sister.

Lo opened as wide as she could, sticking out her tongue.

Robie commenced pulling the lever and within seconds the cream started flowing.  He didn’t take long to produce the desired result because he was young, inexperienced, full of raging hormones, and, on top of all that, he liked looking at Lo.  Suddenly he was gushing like a geyser and Robie turned his spout toward Lo so that she got a little, as if drinking from an uncontrollable water hose.  A lot of it missed the mark and went in her hair, on her face, and even clear over her head.  But what Lo did capture in her mouth, she didn’t think was so yummy and insisted that her sister and her boyfriend were playing a prank on her.

Robie played a lot of pranks on Lo.  In fact, when Lo was in the fifth grade and learned about the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror, she began calling her sister “Robespierre” or “Robie” for short.

Robie soon learned that her boyfriends liked to watch Lola and she gave them every opportunity to enjoy her naïve, innocent, curious, and pliant younger sibling.  Not one of them objected when Robie made Lo strip while Robie and her fuck-friend of the day fooled around or when Robie insisted that Lo wear no panties around the house under her short dress.  Or when Robie put her panties over Lo’s head.  Lo particularly liked this last little kink because for Lo it was love at first sniff.

But these sorts of pranks eventually got Robie in real trouble when the elaborate tricks she played on her little, trusting sister, drew the attention of the authorities.

 

Femme-Enfant

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[Continued from Sister Sodomy.]

“The little slut wanted me to teach her how to deepthroat,” Robie said to the guy behind her, as he pounded her pussy on the bed.

“Really?” he said, absentmindedly, as he rhythmically rode her ass and was intently staring at Lola who sat naked, tied up on the floor in front of the two of them.  They were on the bed looking down at Lo or at themselves in the full-length mirror in front of them.  Robie liked seeing her newly developed breasts bouncing back and forth with each slam by her boyfriend’s hips into her buttocks as he rammed that long rod of his home.  Lo watched the two of them from her spot on the floor – staring unblinkingly from behind her older sister’s panties that were still pulled down over her head like some sort of twisted superhero mask.  She inhaled deeply the scent of her sister and mutely sat in sexual frustration because her hands were tied behind her back, her nipples of her undeveloped breasts pulsing with pain from the clothespins her sister had attached to them, and her labia smarting just as badly with the clothespins that she had also attached down there.

“Yes,” said Robie.

“And did you?”

“I did.”

“Well, you’re the best.  She learned from the best.”

“Then she wanted me to teach her how to take it in her ass.”

“Wow!  She takes after her older sister.”

Those were words of praise to Lo who, though in tremendous pain, was also blushing with pride.

“So I fucked her ass.”

“Could she take it?”

“She did – like a champ!”

“Can you take it?”

“Now?”

“Now.”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

He pulled out of Robie’s dripping cunt.

“Wait a minute,” said Robie.  She got up off the bed and went to her little sister.  She lifted her up in the air like she was a toy and turned her around so that now Lo was also facing the full-length mirror.

Lola’s Repressed Memories of growing up fast with Robie

Robie got back on the bed and assumed the position.

“Why’d you do that?” her boyfriend asked.

“She was creeping me out with those big brown eyes staring at us.”

He shrugged his shoulders and went in Robie’s back door.

“See Lo,” Robie said to the image in the mirror, “feels so good.”

Lola could only look on with frustrated desire and pulsating pain from her nipples and labia.  Her eyes were wide open, on either side of the thong, watching as her older sister was sodomized by her boyfriend.  Lo looked briefly down at her bound body and then back to her big sister.  Lo didn’t want a boyfriend.  She wanted Robie.

“To make him really feel good,” said Robie, “you clench your asshole, tightening your sphincter around his girth.”

Apparently this technique worked because the guy made a moaning sound.

He slapped Robie’s ass hard.  She then moaned.  He slapped it again on the other side, drawing out another moan.  Then he leaned forward and put her in a headlock.  She couldn’t breathe for a few seconds.  He released her and she screamed – a yelp of ecstatic pleasure.

Before Lo knew what was happening, he had pulled out and ran up to Lo, lifted the panties off her face and impatiently commanded, “Open your mouth!  Now!”

Lo did as told and he thrust his cock down her throat and ejaculated so much spunk that it felt like bucket loads to Lo.  Unlike Robie, he didn’t cajole Lo, romance her, instruct her, or even give her any warning about what was to happen.  Despite the fact that she thought she might puke, she swallowed and coughed and a lot of the sperm shot up and out of her nostrils as still more drizzled from the corner of her mouth and down to her collarbone.  It wasn’t the first sperm she ever tasted.  She gasped for air and then grew lightheaded and passed out.

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