Kate Dreams

Kate

Kate loved kissing girls.

Right then, with her face buried into another woman’s, lip to lip, nip to nip, their limbs wrapped around each other in tender embrace, Kate was certain that this is what she was made for. Few pleasures in life could transcend that feeling of completeness, of matching up with someone who fit her perfectly. It was hard to believe it’d taken her twenty years to figure out she was a lesbian.

Still, Kate had no idea who this girl was. Curiosity temporarily won out over sapphic desire, so she broke off the kiss, and beheld the face of Dana: her most recent conquest.

Dana grinned, wrapped her arms around the back of Kate’s head, and turned her so that they were both looking into a full-body mirror.

They were dressed in matching lace corsets, though Kate’s was much looser out of necessity. Those great, big boobs of hers spilled out over the top, creating a tall bubble of milky-white cleavage, while Dana seemed almost completely flat chested in comparison.

“Look how cute we are together,” said Dana, in a voice that was far breathier, and sexier than Kate remembered. Her left leg lifted cutely, as she pulled herself closer.

Kate couldn’t help but agree with her; aesthetics was why she’d chosen Dana out from the lineup. They were the same height, inked out like crazy, pierced in too many places to count. So what if their bodies weren’t identical? That hardly mattered to Kate’s sense of aesthetics.

No one could mistake us for anything but what we are: a matched set of alt, goth, lesbians.

Dana pulled Kate back in for another round, and they lost themselves in each other’s bodies for a time. The world around them became fuzzy, irrelevant. Everything else fell away into a blank void.

Everything, except for the mirror.

When Kate’s eyes wandered over the mirror, she stopped abruptly, confused by her reflection.

The more she looked, the more mistakes she found in the image.

It was still her own face looking back at her over Dana’s shoulder, yet the body she embraced couldn’t have been the one being reflected. Dana’s ripped black leggings had evaporated, leaving behind bare, tanned skin. The lace corset had shrunk into some bedazzled rave-bikini top, and Kate felt another substantial bust mashing into hers. Slender legs had given way to thick, muscular thighs, and a round, sculpted ass, barely covered by a matching bedazzled bikini bottom.

And almost as an afterthought, Dana’s identifying flower and anime girl tattoos were replaced with Link, a wolf, and something in Hangul that Kate couldn’t read.

When she pulled back this time, the face before her was hidden by a thick curtain of bleached-blonde hair. Then, the mystery woman dramatically whipped her hair back, revealing the gorgeous face of Vicky.

“What up sluuuut?” she grinned.

Kate was too surprised to return their usual greeting. “Where’ve you been?”

Vicky pointed an arm at the mirror. “Out. Buuuut-”

The blonde smacked Kate’s butt.

Vicky giggled, “-I’m back now!”

“AH!” Kate yelped in surprise, “What the hell, Vicky?”

Vicky pouted. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy to see me?”

“I am happy to see you, but I just thought you didn’t want us to get involved like that?”

She tilted her head, puzzled. “Why not?” Vicky asked, before delivering another heavy slap to Kate’s ass.

Kate bit her lip involuntarily.

Vicky didn’t stop there. Kate could feel her friend’s acrylic nails on her other hand slithering down her spine, to her crack. Then she palmed one cheek in each hand and squeezed possessively.

Kate finally remembered to answer. “You said it would make things weird if we fucked around.”

“I don’t think so? That doesn’t sound like me.” Vicky’s hand migrated further down, slipping between Kate’s thighs, and began rubbing right over her increasingly wet panties.

The busty goth choked down a moan. “Ngghh! You d-did. I remember.”

Vicky shook her head. “I said we shouldn’t date. I never said we shouldn’t hook up.” She pulled Kate in with one hand on her ass, and the other hooked into her panties.

Kate’s already meager resistance dissolved like cotton candy in the rain. They tumbled to the floor in a pile of interlocking limbs, fingers dipping into each other with wild abandon. In a heartbeat, they were both naked, as if their clothes had burned off from their combined heat. Kate rolled over so she was on top and ran her hands down Vicky’s perfect body.

Vicky was far from goth, but she was hardly basic, and the thicc, Korean party girl felt like fine satin between her fingers. Kate couldn’t get enough. She fingered Vicky’s tight, pink pussy, and allowed her to return the favor. Her nails didn’t look very trim, yet they never once scratched her inner walls: Kate knew her friend would never hurt her.

Vicky grinned that award-winning smile of hers and took one of Kate’s nipples into her mouth.

The combined **** on her most sensitive spots caused the goth’s eyes to roll back, and her vision blurred. She closed her eyes willingly, allowing her bisexual friend to get her off masterfully.

Eventually, Kate straightened herself out, and when her eyes reopened this time, it was the mirror that had changed. Now, it distorted her body, like a funhouse mirror. The curved surface stretched out her reflection to absurd dimensions, making it appear as though her tits were big enough to cover her entire torso.

She scoffed at the impossibility of it, and turned back to Vicky, only to find that the mirror had not shown her an optical illusion.

“What the fuck!” Kate screamed.

She couldn’t see Vicky at all anymore, only an endless valley of pale titties. They filled all the space between her arms and swung below her like wrecking balls.

Yet the suction on her nipples hadn’t stopped. Kate tried to lean back, to catch some glimpse of her friend. Someone was still under her tits, but it wasn’t Vicky. Her blonde hair had vanished, replaced with very short-cropped black hair; little more than a crew cut. She was muscular too, with big, strong arms, and powerful shoulders. Far more muscular than any of Kate’s exes.

The girl released Kate’s nipple with a loud “Pop!” and laid back, allowing Kate to see the face of her newest partner.

“Alkim? What the hell are you doing?!”

“Don’t mind me, just trying to help lighten your load here.” Alkim’s tone was casual, like sucking and touching her massive melons was no big deal. He grabbed a bunch of side-boob in each hand, and started squeezing them together, pushing her cleavage up into her chin. Kate shuddered from the overwhelming sensation of a trillion nerves being activated in series, as her friend progressively massaged his way down her giant tits to a pair of nipples Kate couldn’t even see anymore, at least a hand below the length of her arms.

He, however, had no trouble at all finding her hard, throbbing, pink nubs. First, he rubbed the skin around her areolas, moving ever closer to her sensitive teats, and started rolling them between his fingers and thumbs, drawing a deep throaty moan from the mega-busty lesbian.

Then he squeezed.

“OooOooOoHH! Shiiiiit!” Kate wailed. Her back arched involuntarily, but Alkim’s grip was solid, and all she accomplished was increasing the pressure.

“Damn,” he noted, calmly tweaking her sensitive nips, “you’re really backed up here.”

“Ba-AAAHH!” she yelped, cut off by an overpowering jolt of pleasure and pain. “Backed up?” She panted. “What the fuck, dude?”

“May I?” He slid out from under her, brushing past her pendulous breasts, and nimbly jumped to his feet.

“May you what?” She tried to stand, to speak to him eye to eye, but he pushed her down with one hand, effortlessly forcing her back onto her hands and knees.

“Just stay right there.” He ordered.

Kate was confused, but her body obeyed in spite of her unease.

Somehow, Alkim found a stool, and he took his seat right next to her chest.

“What are you doing?” she asked nervously. “What’s going ooOONN!!!”

Without warning, Alkim started tugging on her helpless nipples. Instantly, milk began shooting from her nipples in long, orgasmic streams. Each pull sent an electric current directly to the pleasure centers of her brain. All power of speech abandoned Kate, and her objections were replaced by incoherent moans that sounded like moos.

It was as though every cup size she’d blown past had come with an equivalent increase in sensitivity, rendering her nipples nearly as sensitive as her clit. As much as she hated to admit it, it felt incredible, better than getting fingered by Vicky, and even better than the best head of her life.

Kate was humiliated. Receiving this much pleasure from the hands of a man offended her lesbian sensibilities like nothing else. Yet, while her mind raged, her body was more than willing to accept the helping hands. Every squirt of milk that left her brought about a shudder of relief; and every second she enjoyed it was another betrayal of her body to Alkim’s will.

Kate closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying to ignore his touch, trying not to give in to the feeling, the incredible sensation of his strong hands just… handling her, like his personal dairy cow.

While the pressure in her milk ducts was being released, heat continued to build up within her. She noticed a tingle beginning within each of her nipples, and she tracked its progress with horror as it traveled down her spine, down, down, to her dripping, quivering pussy. Her body’s growing anticipation of pleasure was only partially tempered by a rising tide of dread.

I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum while my guy friend milks me like a cow! Alkim’s making me dance like a puppet, and the strings are these enormous udders!

The realization set her off like a firecracker. Kate screamed and thrashed in place, arching her hips, seeking out something, anything, to placate her needy pussy.

But Alkim was indifferent to her internal struggles, and he just kept on milking her. In no time at all, her resistance was eroded. Kate could do nothing but add her horny moans to the sounds of milk spraying into a bucket. That was the song of Kate being milked: an endless rhythm of “tsss, tssss, tssss,” punctuated by the sounds of shameful cumming.

That was too much for Kate to endure.

“Stooooop!” she cried, a hopeless plea for mercy.

To her complete surprise, he did. She felt his hands let go of her, and the milking ceased abruptly.

She sat there, panting from heat, thighs dripping with shame, head hanging low in defeat.

This time, when Kate opened her eyes, she deliberately turned away from the mirror, **** to black out the sights and sounds of her orgasmic submission and despaired to find that the one mirror had multiplied into a dozen.

Kate was encircled within three-hundred-and-sixty degrees of reflective glass, yet none of it reflected her. Each mirror contained the image of a different woman: her first crush from high school, her hottest professor in college, hot friends, her three housemates, and all of her exes, down to her very first kiss—all of them getting fucked from behind by Alkim.

They were all bent over, granting Kate’s best friend easy access, and allowing him to dictate the pace of their couplings, a pace he set at hard and fast. It was miles away from tender, mutual lovemaking, not even in the same hemisphere: these girls were getting railed, reamed, plowed, pounded. Alkim made no attempt at foreplay, didn’t bother playing with their clits, didn’t bother looking for the g-spot, and he certainly didn't bother with condoms. He just took what he wanted, rutting away with no regard whatsoever for the feelings of the women he fucked without mercy.

Yet, to Kate’s dismay, the women all seemed to love Alkim's inconsiderate treatment. She watched impotently as both bisexuals and gold star lesbians alike were brought to climax after screaming climax. All around her, eyes rolled back, titties shook, pussies squirted, and jaws dropped to let out impassioned wails of pleasure that turned Kate’s stomach.

Kate wasn’t intimately familiar with straight sex positions, but even she knew the meaning of “backshots.”

She turned her head away, to no avail. Every angle was covered in the sights of primal, ball-slapping sex. She closed her eyes, but that did little to silence the cacophony of moans, the slapping of skin on skin, and the wet squelching of repeated penetration that assaulted her ears from every direction.

So many cheeks were being clapped all at once that Kate could have mistaken the collective noise for applause: a concert of depraved, energetic, hetero sex.

Then the mirror-women added their voices to Kate’s torment.

“Pathetic!” Yelled a familiar and distinctly feminine voice.

Ella?

Kate looked up to find her first serious college girlfriend alternating between laughing and moaning with each thrust of Alkim’s hips.

“You always were too clingy! Some of us just wanted to get fucked! Oh! YESYESYES!”

Ganymede?

“Oh god! This! Is! The! Best! Dick! AAAH! It feels soOOOo much better than your-AAH-little fingers!”

Kate’s last serious girlfriend, who’d considered all penetrative sex to be a violation, seemed to have reconsidered her position, and was happily getting her hair pulled like reins as she was taken for the ride of her life.

“Look who’s bi after all!”

What? Vicky?

The Korean bombshell was all smiles as she slammed her ass back onto Alkim’s dick with matched enthusiasm.

“Why settle for just pussy when you could have it aAAALLLL!!! FUCK!” Vicky’s case for bisexuality was cut off by involuntary wailing, which made her point all the same, albeit less eloquently.

“Don’t knock it till you try it!” mocked Dana. Kate's most recent conquest was hers no longer, squealing and squirting her juices all over his muscular legs.

Alkim was taking them all away from her, every last girl. He was ruining them with his gross man-parts. Even worse, to Kate’s horror, the sights and sounds of Alkim’s triumph over womankind had her pussy gushing like nothing else.

“SHUT UP!” Kate tried to scream, but the only sounds that came out were the same whorish moans that the mirror women’s taunts had devolved into.

Then Kate felt hands clamping down on her waist.

She yelped, shocked at Alkim’s sudden reappearance behind her. Kate tried to straighten back up, but the incredible weight of her breasts was enough to hold her down.

“NONONO! Please! Don’t do it!” She wanted to yell, but her mouth couldn’t form the words, only moans. She tried to turn her pussy away but only managed to wiggle her ass invitingly. She tried to reach behind her ass to push him back, but there was no **** in her arms. Alkim just grasped her slim wrists in his strong hands, and pulled until her back curved up, causing her colossal tits to dangle pendulously below.

Every signal sent by Kate’s mind to stop this violation was reinterpreted by her body as enthusiastic consent.

Her best friend couldn’t respond to unspoken pleas; all he saw was her body begging for his touch, and he obliged. Kate felt his dribbling cockhead prodding insistently at her flooded, traitorous pussy.

Kate had no more means of resistance. She had no more clothes, no more barriers. She was ****, fully lubed up, and ripe for the taking. Never before had she felt so weak, so feeble, so helpless.

It took only one savage thrust to break her.

Kate wanted to scream, but even with every part of her mind crying out in agonized pleasure, she couldn’t make a sound. The penetration was so powerful and sudden, that it **** all the air from her lungs, like a punch to the gut.

Alkim’s huge dick plunged into her wet cunt, penetrating more deeply than any dildo. The walls of her pussy contracted tightly around his shaft, squeezing, hugging, clutching the invader like a needy lover. When he withdrew, she felt her body being pulled back with him, as though her pussy couldn't tolerate the vacuum created by his absence.

He found his rhythm soon enough. The momentum of his strokes sent her gargantuan knockers clapping together, and in no time at all they began sputtering and spraying milk in every direction. As if the constant collisions of her sensitive boobs weren’t enough, every thrust of his hips sent his swollen, sperm-filled balls slapping against her clit, and each impact made her see stars.

Alkim was fucking Kate blind, literally driving her senseless with pleasure.

When her vision finally cleared, the mirror in front of her had united into one horrific vision.

Each and every one of Kate’s tattoos had vanished, leaving behind bland, colorless, un-patterned skin. Her piercings had disappeared, leaving her ears, nose, nipples and belly button completely undecorated. Even her hair had reverted from purple back to its natural black.

The goth lesbian was no more; she’d been completely unmade.

The new Kate was nothing more than a pussy attached to a set of jumbo milkers. She was a toy, a fuckdoll, a cow, one her best friend could use however and whenever he wanted.

As if to rub her face in it, Alkim started walking them towards the mirror, plunging in and out of her between steps, until her face was pressed up against her reflection.

Please, please, no more…

Kate didn’t want to look in the mirror, didn’t want to see anything else, but her body was no longer hers to control, and neither was the mirror.

Her vision tightened onto one spot: a crack in the mirror that grew and twisted into a shattered pattern of reflective shards, like a kaleidoscope of mirror-women, now in their hundreds. Their numbers had been bolstered by new additions: Kate’s distant cousins, former co-workers, acquaintances, and unplaceable faces swelled the ranks of the gender traitors. Alkim was no longer fucking them, yet they weren’t through fucking with Kate. The women in her life had switched to gleefully spectating. They cheered him on and clapped with delight as he fucked Kate’s brains out, all the while fingering themselves furiously at the sight of Kate’s total submission.

“WOOHOOO!!! GO ALKIM!”

“That’s it! Give it to her good!”

“Fake dyke! All it took was one good dicking for her to fold!”

“Damn! Look at those titties swinging!”

“We knew she wanted this all along!”

“See, Kate?! You gotta share this dick with the other girls!”

“They all deserve to feel this good!”

“Bring him more girls! It’s unfair that they should miss out just for being gay!”

“I can’t wait to see him cum inside you! There’s nothing better!”

“Oh my god!”

“She looks so fertile!”

“He’s gonna knock her up for sure!”

“Imagine the milkers she’ll grow then!”

Only then did Kate notice the thick rivers of opaque fluid pouring from each and every pussy. They’d all been thoroughly bred, and soon enough, so would she.

While her uterus practically quivered with joy at the image—already baby crazy from its first exposure to real dick—Kate’s mind snapped.

NO!

In a sudden burst of resistance, Kate wrenched her arms free from Alkim’s grip and pushed back against his gyrating hips. That bought her just the smallest bit of clearance, but it would have to do.

With all her might, she brought both fists crashing down on the mirror. She hammered the weak point, the cracks, and the mocking mirror-women again, and again.

She waited for the break, yet it never came. Despite her best efforts, the mirror stayed together, and, to Kate’s horror, it was her reflection that shattered into a million tiny pieces.

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