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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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Fantasm

evil genius: Melissa.

This is the final chapter of this storyline. I apologize if it seems rushed and underdone. Please enjoy and of course, please leave constructive feedback and opinions. No spam. TY

Fantasy

My New Passion

My new Passion
Short story by Night_Walkerx5
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Videogames were always a passion in my young life. Not those sport games, where you’re always doing the same thing and it’s only fun when you’re playing with friends. No… I mean adventure games, horror games, RPG games… Those that tell a story. A story where you play as the main character.
I have probably lived more adventures than anybody else in my school. I’ve seen so many underated games with wonderful storylines and gameplay.
My name is Ashley, I’m just about to turn 13. In terms of physical appearance, there isn’t much to look at. I’m kinda chubby, but not too fat. Average height, curly brown hair and brown eyes. Well… Just an average guy, I guess.
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“C’mon Ashy! You promised we’d go tonight!” whined my little brother Billy. About 3 years younger than me, but I’m guessing that, unlike me, he’s got the good looks. Long brown hair and brown eyes, a very thin body and a good tan. He may be my brother, but man, I would just love to kiss that body all over.
“Not now Billy. I’m busy. Why don’t you ask Mom to take you there?” i asked him, focusing most of my attention on the TV screen.
“Cuz I don’t wanna go there with Mom, she’s gonna embarass me dude!” said Billy, “Besides, you’re not that busy! You’re always playing those stupid games. What was it called again?” he asked, looking at the game cover box, “Final Fantasy? Dude, where’s the fun in that!?”
“You’d know if you gave it a try.” i answered, trying to focus on the situation in the game. Interesting how games nowadays have such good looking guys in them… Too bad they’re all fiction.
“No thanks…” he murmured, looking at the tv screen, then he focused his attention on me, “C’mon Ashy! It’s just for a little while! I wanna see if there are gonna be any good skaters competing in the tournament this weekend!”
“Sigh…. Fine, then. But just for a little while.” I said, pausing the game and getting up to go shut it down.
“Awesome!” he yelled, running around the room to get dressed. Only now did I notice he was wearing only those white briefs.
He bent down to pick up his clothes scattered around the floor, and his ass was right in front of me. God, what I would do to get a feel of that sweet round ass of his.
“You think this shirt makes me look cool? Or maybe that black muscle shirt over there would look better?” he asked, holding a blue t-shirt with a skate logo on it.
Of course, my attention was more on his sweet body. No hair at all, and those nipples…
“Hellooo? Ashy?” he asked, swinging his shirt around to catch my attention.
“Huh? What?” i asked, “Oh… Hum, that black shirt would look better, I think.”
“Huh… ‘Kay, cool!” he said, throwing the shirt back to the floor and going to the bed to grab his muscle shirt.
When we were both dressed and ready, we went out to the park where Billy would usually go to skate with his friends. I don’t get much of what’s going on here, but I sure enjoyed watching these guys skating. After all, some of them, including my brother, don’t really last 5 minutes skating without the urge to take off the shirt. It was always a nice view to me.
—————————————Later, at night…
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Of course I would still be playing games, specially since it’s summer and we don’t have school. But this particular night made my videogame addiction fade away slightly…
I was wearing nothing but boxers, lying down on the bed, on my chest playing on an handheld console, and little brother Billy fooling around on the computer, wearing just briefs like before, except this time he’s all sweaty. At least he’ll take a shower before going to bed.
“Hey Ashy?” he said, “Why are you always playin’ that stuff?”
“Cuz i like it. Great stories…” i murmured, enjoying the videogame world I’m in.
“Huh… Well, hum… In those stories, have you ever seen a gay character in them?” he asked. Now that got my attention. Why would he ask that…
“If there are, I haven’t seen them yet.” i said, now paying attention to Billy. All of a sudden, he seemed nervous.
“Huh okay then.” he said and went back to his online chats.
For some reason, I was never able to fully focus on the videogame I was playing again. Although I was wondering about what was going through Billy’s head, I didn’t even notice that he had lied down next to me, watching me play.
“Hey what are you doing?” i asked him, startled that he was right next to me. I didn’t even notice his right leg on top of my left leg, and his eyes glued to the handheld console’s screen in my hands.
“Not much, just watching.” he said, matter-of-factly, smiling at me for a moment before looking back at the screen and his eyes widen all of a sudden, “Dude, look!”
I looked back at the screen and found myself in trouble in the videogame. Probably one of the toughest fights I ever had in this game, but truly enjoyable, specially cuz Billy seemed to try to cheer me up whenever I was attacking those monsters.
“Woo-hoo! Kick their asses dude!” he yelled, either he’s trying to be nice, or he’s trying to have fun… With me.
After a tough fight in the videogame, i let out a sigh of relief, knowing that I was getting better at this really complicated gameplay.
“That was fun hehehe” he said, giggling at the exhausted look on my face.
“I guess. You wanna try?” I asked him, expecting a no and then get up and leave from him.
“Okay.” he said, getting a bit closer to me.
…Huh?
“Really? You wanna try?” i asked him
“Yup. But you’re gonna have to teach me how to play.” he said, now holding the console in his hands.
After a while, he had an idea of how to play and started playing on his own, reading the dialogues in the story. Only after he he started scratching his hair for a moment did I notice I was so close to him. My left arm was around him, right next to his left hand, my head right next to his and now my left leg was on top of his right leg.
After I noticed the closeness, my dick started getting hard and I was getting a little excited. I placed my hand on his left shoulder and started rubbing it so gently. The closeness was making me long for the sweetness of his skin. I kept rubbing his left shoulder ever so gently, going slowly to his back and rubbing it.
“That feels nice.” he whispered, while still playing the game. I noticed he was trying hard to keep his eyes opened. My dick was getting even harder I was losing control of myself.
I grabbed the console, turned it off and put it away and continued rubbing his left shoulder and his back.
“You like this?” I whispered.
“Yeah, it’s nice. Keep going.” he whispered back, now lying down his head, his eyes now closed.
I continued rubbing his back with one hand and started rubbing my lips on his right shoulder, placing gentle kisses there. It felt soo smooth I wanted to suck on it and even bite it, the sweat on his body only making it feel better.
I got on my knees on top of him, my dick rubbing against his ass, and started massaging his back with both hands. Sometimes I could hear him moan, enjoying the moment. I found myself rubbing his body for a while, then lying down on top of him, my chest rubbing against his back and i kissed his shoulder gently, then I got back up and continued the massage, after a while going back down to kiss his shoulder a bit harder and longer.
“Mmm, that feels nice Ash.” he moaned.
I placed my arms now around his smooth body after rubbing his hair off of his ear, and whispering something that made his eyes open wide and then gasp as he felt my dick pressing against his ass harder, with my boxers and his briefs in the way.
“Wait ’til I fuck your sweet ass, baby…”[Whether this story continues or ends here depends on the readers’ opinion]

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Fantasy

The Ghost and Me, Part 2 an Investigation Starts

Part 2 An Investigation Starts
That afternoon I returned to my apartment and tendered the plants. They looked to be dry from the heat that day, so I went about watering and playing music, which especially helped my satisfaction too. After I tendered the plants, I started making dinner and preparing for Samantha, hoping she’d like the meal. I cleaned up the apartment and ensure that my bedroom had fresh sheets, though I knew that she would not be joining me there. After I had finished, I waited for her arrival and hopefully the coming event of tonight. I hoped that Samantha wouldn’t be disappointed and whatever I dreamt was actually there.
By the time that Samantha was due to arrive I made dinner and changed to present myself in a better light for her. I was nervous hoping that she would come to see me as a friend and not as some kook, though I may have been hoping for too much from this woman. As time wove on, a knock came at the front door to my apartment. I went and opened the door and standing there, all business like was Samantha, who I ushered into my place.
At first Samantha looked around and saw the lounge room and balconies. Though she didn’t say much I hoped that she may have been impressed. I showed her my room where I believed that the apparition visited me on the previous nights. Samantha looked around the room, made several notes and we left. I showed her the rest of my apartment, including the bathroom and other bedroom. Again she made notes and her attitude seemed more business like than when she first came through my front door. I allowed her to freely wander my place so I could continue preparing dinner.
I offered her some wine to drink, when she looked at me and glared. She said, “I’m not here to be wined and dined. You said there’s a ghost here, and if there’s anything less than that, I’ll ensue to cut your balls from your body.” I was taken back by the hostilities this woman showed. I told her that was not my intention I only wanted to make sure that she was comfortable, whilst in my home. Samantha relaxed a little, though her demeanour seemed that she either hated me or all men. I wondered how she was so forthcoming to my friend, given that I considered him to be a chauvinist.
I asked Samantha if she would like dinner as I prepared more than enough for myself. She accepted and we sat down to eat. During dinner I spoke with her about her life, but she abstained from really giving an answer, except for a yes or no. Then I turned my attention onto para-psychology and at the questioning of this doctorate, Samantha started to show her true love for life.
She told me that she had gone to a University in Orange, NSW, where she studied psychology. That she had started that semester into her master degree that year under her brilliant teacher. As I listened the more she spoke of this teacher the more I came to understand that the teacher may have been the real interest, or he was exceptionally brilliant. Samantha never told me why she had gone into that field of study, or anything about her life that would hint in that direction, so I never pried into it.
After dinner I allowed Samantha the run of my place. I tried to make conversation about her life, especially if she liked men or not. But, she wasn’t talkative in this area. As the night wore on, I made coffee and discussed the visitations of the previous nights. After being interrogated over each detailed, several times, I was growing tired. After the inquisition, I decided that I wanted to retire to my room for sleep. I offered her a blanket and pillow so she could rest on the longue, during her vigil. I didn’t think that she wanted a room and she made no mention of it before.
She took the offered coverings and soon after I left her, retired to my room where I undressed, as I did every night, then opened my book and began to read. I could hear the TV softly in the next room, but wasn’t perturbed by it. I allowed the book to consume me and soon my eyes became heavy, as it had done every other night. So, I closed my book and turned off the light.
I slept deeply until the room brightened around me, with a feeling that the apartment had come alive. Then, as before, the heavenly apparition of this woman, with red hair, seemed to be above me. She smiled and spoke to me that she loved me for the way I restore the plants and the home, and that she felt a longing towards me. Then the apparition lowered her body until it came in contact with mine. The electricity that passed between our bodies electrified my senses. The arousal, made by this woman, heightened my senses. It seemed that our bodies had mingled together.
The merging of the heavenly vision and me, caused my man hood to grow, standing proud and tall. And through this blending, I produced an ejaculation that transfixed my soul. Now, as before, my cock shot my seed into the air, only to land upon my body. And though I felt like I was dreaming, I also believed that I was awake.
I did not know that Samantha, when seeing the light emission, investigated the source. She stood in the hallway, watching, as the spirit and I merged together. Then on watching my seed exploded from my body, she herself had an awakening that left her unfulfilled. That she witnessed the apparition above me, then make love to me, made Samantha horrified and aroused at the same time. She knew that what she witnessed was beyond her comprehension. That further investigation was needed to determine why this apparition visited and gave part of its self to me.
When the latest episode had finished, I took time to gather my senses, then on getting up, I cleaned myself and the room, grabbing tissues to aid me. I made sure that what I had ejaculated from my cock had been removed. It was then that I remembered Samantha and left my room, finding her standing in the hallway dazed. I asked if she had seen the apparition, though she didn’t answer me or even look in my direction. I wondered about her mental stated, when I discovered I was still naked and returned to my bedroom to dress.
Afterwards I came out to the lounge room to find Samantha sitting, waiting for me. I said, “Did you see that. Please tell me that you saw what transpired.” Samantha looked in my direction then slowly answered my question with a “Yes.” I asked, “Well what do you think. Am I in danger or what?” She sat there looking in my direction but not looking at me, when she replied, “I think that was the most beautiful scene that I ever saw.” I asked, “But what do you think, am I safe? Or what…..” I left my voice trail off, until Samantha finally looked at me, when she said, “I don’t know, but I’ll come back tomorrow night and then we’ll see. Okay.”
With that Samantha packed her things together and left. I sat up the rest of the night, until the sun rose and I felt relaxed once again. I did what I had to do and looked after my plants, and then rested until midday. I started to wonder about the ghost and why was she thanking, and rewarding me with sex. So I went and knocked on several other doors in my apartment block, when I found an old lady one floor below me.
At first she was suspicious of me when I told her that I had moved back into the apartment on the next floor up. When I mentioned about the plants, the old woman, Mrs Keegan, recognised my apartment and said, “I thought the young girl returned, when I saw all those plants and flowers.” I said, “What young girl? Do you know who she was?” The old woman went on, “No, I don’t know who she was. But she was friendly and she had a beautiful smile.” I said, “Did she have red hair and green eyes?” She replied, “Yes she did. I heard from another tenant that she died. But I don’t know if that’s true or not.” We talked further, but about the plants and what seedlings I’d used. Before I left I asked about the other tenant, but she couldn’t remember who that was.
I decided to see the real estate agent who I dealt with, when organising apartments. On speaking with her she didn’t tell me much, except that the previous tenant had owned the apartment and passed away unexpectantly. When I asked about her parents the agent wouldn’t tell me anything except that they were happy with me as a tenant. So, I left and returned home to start dinner and wait for Samantha wondering about my apparition.
Once I entered the apartment the feeling that greeted me was of intense longing and love. This atmosphere made me feel happy to be there and I was glad to be in my world once more. I started dinner, tendered the plants and made the apartment ready for Samantha. As I busied myself, I heard a knock at the front door. On opening it Samantha was standing there, carrying what looked to be photographic equipment. Beside her was another woman with raven black hair to her waist. Her lips were full and her eyes shone when ever she began to talk. A pretty figure and a lovely smile adorned her face. She was introduced to me as Kylie.
I asked them to enter, and allowed Samantha to show Kylie into the apartment. After they settled, Samantha and Kylie started looking around the apartment, with the later carrying a hand held device. I waited till they returned and offered dinner to both, as there was plenty to go around. Kylie accepted dinner with a smile, but again Samantha looked at me suspiciously. As we sat at the table, Samantha told me they had setup cameras and equipment to record whatever night’s events occurred. Before and during dinner I watched the interaction of both females. I noticed that Samantha was all smiles around Kylie, but when she turned to speak with me, there was disdain in her voice.
I started realising at that point that either these two beautiful women were lovers, or Samantha wanted them to be. I never took Samantha as a lesbian or even bisexual, but on reflection I didn’t really know her that well. Also, as I remembered her approached to me on our first and second meeting, I thought it may have been that she disliked me. But on reconsidering the situation I thought it may be all men and not just me.
As the night wore on we ate dinner and drank a little. Kylie and I were enjoying our conversation, and on several occasions I noticed that Samantha wasn’t impressed with our interaction. The night grew later and soon I noticed that I was yawning, and my eyes grew heavy. So, I left my guests with blankets and pillows and bade them a good night. I retired to my room and immediately undressed, slipping under the sheets that were there.
As I lay there I kept wondering who this spectral woman of beauty was. Had she lived here before I did? And why hadn’t she moved on to the other side, which I really didn’t believe in. So my eyes were heavy and I allowed sleep to conquer my wakeful self.
During the night I dreamt of the light and that it took in all areas of my room. Then the light left and I was alone. I started thinking of Samantha, when the sheets on my bed lifted up and a warm body lay next to me. I dreamt that Samantha was naked and lying there, caressing my chest with one hand, then felt its way down my body to find my cock. Though I was limp, her warm hands encircled my cock and slowly ran up and down, until I became rigid.
She lowered her mouth, until her mouth was inches away from the head. Her tongue slip past her lips and as slightly as she could she proceeded to lick the edges of my cock head. She allowed her tongue to circle around the edges. Then, lifting her tongue, she went straight to the slit at the top, and bathed this opening until her saliva had covered the entire top. I watched as Samantha lowered her mouth, engulfing my cock head and shaft, stopping only millimetres away from its base. She continued taking me in as far she could go, always straining a little bit further. I felt electric and invigorated by the touch of this goddess, with the sensing of my seed rising through my cock, to ejaculate.
I brushed my hand though Samantha’s hair and called to her. She stopped and looked at me. It was now that I saw an emanation was radiating from her, and her eyes took on a hue of green. She smiled on looking at me and I called her to my face. She climbed my body until we looked into each others eyes. Her smile captured me and I felt that mine would never stop. Her head bent down and I raised mine so our lips could touch, and touch they did. We kissed so passionately with our tongues probing the others mouth. I lift my hand and cupped her perfect breast. This arousal was coursing through my body and kept my throbbing cock hard and ready.
I lay Samantha down, leaving my lips connected to hers. Then I broke our kiss, letting my lips travel to her cheek, and then her neck, kissing all the time. I lifted my eyes and looked down at her, when I said, ‘Samantha you are so beautiful, I only want to give you the pleasure that I hold inside me.” Samantha said, ‘Adam please call me Sam and I will take your pleasure.” With that I lowered my mouth once more and kissed her deeply. I wanted this woman to feel the power of my passion and grasp the loving that I could give.
I lowered my head till I reach her breast, where I used my tongue to lick the entire breast. I then encircle her nipple and flicked it. Her nipple was hard, point away from her body. I took her nipple into my mouth and started to suck it as far into my mouth as I could. Sam moans and took my head into her hands, running her fingers through my brown curls. I drew her nipple in and took hold of it with my teeth and pulled on it. Sam moaned louder but I didn’t care, as this was a dream. I allowed my free hand to travel down her body and find her mons. On touching her mound I cupped her groin, letting a finger stroke her pussy slit and a deep moan escaped her lips.
I wanted to find out how she tasted, to explore the essence of her delicious body. To experience her clit in my mouth, so I lowered my head, kissing every so often until I reached her pussy. I lay alongside her, looking at the radiance that flowed from her. So, I moved my body over until I was between her legs and faced her pussy. I placed my arms under and around her legs and drew her pussy to meet my mouth.
My tongue explored her outer lips running up one side and then down the other, and then retraced my steps. I poked my tongue between her lips to feel the warmth of her love canal and search its hidden wonder. Her moaning were deep and long, to show that her pressure was building. I felt her legs start to clamp around my head and her body pushed up towards my mouth. I licked her inner tunnel until I withdrew and found her clit. I took this hard nub of flesh and chewed on it till I felt her body go rigid and her pussy thrust into my face. Her juices were copious and her orgasm followed, another deep moaning. I found that her legs locked my head to her body, and even thinking of moving away was the farthest from my mind.
As Sam calmed down from her pleasurable ordeal, I rose and moved my self to be above her. I place my cock to the start of this succulent pussy that I had feasted on, and was ready to invade her inner core. I looked into her dazzling eyes and lower my body to meet hers. Her legs lift above and allowed my cock to enter her canal of delight. As I slowly entered her, I found that I needed to enter her slowly several times as this tunnel was tight and I wondered if she was a virgin.
It took me several attempts until I found my way blocked by that scared piece of skin, her hymen. I whisper, “Sam this may hurt but I will try and be gentle.” She replied, “Oh Adam I trust you I want you to take me.” I extricated myself from her once more, then pushed into her, forcing my way through her barrier, to find myself deeper. Sam was groaning at my intrusion, though this did not stop me from pressing on further. I kept on fucking her pussy until I found that my cock was at the end of her tunnel and pressing against her cervix. Sam was groaning all the time that I pushed my way into her. Though this did not stop her pain, from her lips, but changed to one of pleasure. Now her groans seemed more like enjoyment.
As I started to fucker her harder, she encircled me with her arms and legs, drawing me in closer. Now as I pushed my cock into her body, her hips lifted up to meet my thrust. As we began to meet and thrust together, our actions were quicker and the noise from our groins slapping together were louder. Sam was now panting, which seemed to match our actions, as her body started to tighten hard against me within her folds. I felt my seed rise again and ready to be ejaculated from my body, when Sam, groaned deeply, “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Ahhhhhhhhh.” With the pressure of pulling me into her body, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I rammed into Sam until the head of my cock was forced into her cervix, and I shot my load into her womb.
We lay there arm in arm, holding each other into the night. Sam was panting, gaining her breath back, as was I. As soon as we were calm enough, we released each other and lay side by side. We kissed each other laying there not saying a word, when Sam got up and left my bed. I lay there wondering if this was a dream or not. Then as soon as I wondered I opened my eyes to see the first light of day.
I lay in bed for what seemed an hour, trying to decide whether it was a dream or real. I couldn’t decide what my experience was when I heard voices come from the other room. I left my bed and dressed, then left the room to find Sam and Kylie moving about. I asked each if they wanted coffee to drink and both replied yes. I asked Sam, “Sam, white and sugar?’ When she pounced and stated, in an angry tone “Its Samantha not Sam.” I apologised and wondered at her change in attitude. I was going to ask about that morning but decided against it.
The women showered and drank their coffee, while packing their equipment. Both seemed overjoyed at the equipment being activated, though Samantha seemed pained at moving. Kylie informed me that they recorded something and would let me know of their findings. Kylie was gracious when thanking me for my hospitality, though Samantha was rude. They left shortly afterwards, and I thought back to the events of Sam and myself, wondering what had happened to her.
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Mom my Uncle and I

Mom, uncle & me:
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Paul; I’m 34 years old and a career diplomat. I am 6’1” inches tall and still weigh 190lbs my football weight in college. I convinced my Mother to write her side of this story so you will be getting two sides.
Growing up I had a wonderful childhood, fishing & hunting with my Dad and a loving supportive Mother. I was a very good football player and won a scholarship to a top college. I played defensive end and outside line backer. I did not get drafted by the PRO’S so I joined the diplomatic core so I could travel. I spoke French, German, Spanish, and a little Italian thrown in.
I had never thought of my Mother sexually although when I was sixteen I accidentally walked in on Mom taking a bath. She had just stood up in the tub to dry off when I walked in on her. I froze when I saw her standing there stark nagged. Mom was still a beautiful woman at 33. She was 5’7 and weighed about 125 lbs. She had been a Gymnast in college and still worked out 4 times a week at the gym. Her 35c breasts with very nice pink areolas were still firm and her nipples pointed straight at me. She had just a little hair above her pussy and the rest was shaved off. Her pussy lips were full and for about forty-five seconds we just stood there in shock looking at each other.
I mumbled and stammered. God, Mom, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were in here. I rushed out and ran to my room. I had a hard on from seeing her like that and began to jack my self off. I didn’t have a lock on the door so when she walked in she caught me in the act. She had on her terry cloth robe and when she froze in the doorway it parted a little and I could again see her pussy. She said “OH, I’m sorry Paul I should have knocked.” Her face turned a deed shade of pink and backed up and closed the door but not before she took a long look at my cock. Now I wasn’t huge but I did have a nice 8 inch cock and about three inches around.
That night she came to my bedroom and again apologized for not locking the door. I think it is best we forget the whole incident, Ok? I said, sure Mom, but I want you to know you are very beautiful & terribly sexy women. She turned that shade of pink again and left. I noticed a slight smile on her face. We never spoke of it until just recently. It took quite a while for me to get that image out of my brain. Every girl I fucked for the next three weeks I imagined it was Mom. Finally I got that image out of my mind, but I never looked at Mom quite the same after that.
I spent a lot of time over seas, Germany, France, England and Switzerland. I fucked a lot of foreign women over the years. Most German women were full bodied with big tits. The French women were small with small breasts but they really like to suck cock if you ate their pussies. They didn’t bathe all that often so it took some time to get used to eating their pussies. The Swiss were exceptionally clean. Not easy to bed but when you did they would fuck your brains out. The English women were a little stiff with an odd since of humor, however once you got them in bed they liked to fuck, but very few would give you a blow job and they hated it in the ass.
Dad died four years ago while I was in Switzerland. I flew home for the funeral and stayed with Mom for a week. She was pretty broken up. Dad’s brother gave a great eulogy about his life. Mom spent most of the time I was home in my arms crying. The last night before I left to return to Switzerland Mom came into my room and crawled in bed with me. She said she wanted to be close to me before I left. We fell asleep curled up in each others arms. I woke up about six AM and found I was curled up behind Mom with my cock between her legs. The head of my dick was right at the entrance of her pussy. Without thinking I shoved myself a little closer and my dick pushed her gown into her pussy a little. I began to slowly dry fuck her, I heard her grown softly and say Dad’s name. I thought what the fuck am I doing? She thinks its Dad. I pulled away from her and went and took a cold shower and left that afternoon.
Two years ago I flew home to take a new post in the US. I called home and the operator said the number was not valid (I found out later they had changed the area code three years previously). When I got home a note said the door bell was out of order so I knocked but got no answer. I remembered where we kept a spare key so I used it to go in. I threw my bags on a chair and went looking for Mom. When I found there was no one downstairs I went up stairs. As I approached my Mothers bedroom I heard this moaning. I thought what the hell is going on. Her door was ajar so I looked in. I was flabbergasted at what I saw. There was my Mother flat on her back with her legs over this mans ass and he was fucking her like crazy. I could see her juices running out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. I said MOM. They both looked at me and it was then I realized it was my uncle fucking her. YOU’RE FUCKING DADS BROTHER I SHOUTED. The last thing I heard as I left the house was Mom pleading for me not to leave that we need to talk.
CHAPTER TWO
My name is Pauline and Paul my son is named after me. Two years ago when Paul walked in on me and Fred my brother-in-law and his Uncle, I almost shit a brick. I tried to get to him before he walked out the door but it was too late. As I laid in bed sobbing after Fred left I wondered if I had lost Paul forever. I began remembering our life together. The things we did together and then I remembered the time he walked in on me and surprised me getting out of the tub. It shocked me but not near as bad as when I walked into his bedroom and caught him jacking off. When I saw him like that I had a hot flash that went from my neck to my toes. Looking at his very large cock in his hand caused my pussy to get very hot. When I left I was ashamed of myself for the way my pussy reacted, after all he was my son. That night when I went to his bedroom to apologize I got real upset with myself because when he told me how beautiful and sexy I was my pussy turned hot and got real wet. When I went to bed I finger fucked myself until I climaxed. My mind kept thinking, what it would be like to have that cock inside me. “Christ Pauline what kind of pervert are you, he is your son” I thought.
I remembered the funeral and how Paul took me in his arms. I flushed when I remembered the night he left and I went to his bedroom. I remembered the next morning when I woke up and felt his cock at the entrance of my pussy. How when he began to dry fuck me how my pussy juices began to flow. I wanted to lift my gown and let him shove that big piece of meat into my love hole. I later hated myself for being so horny so soon after my husband’s death. I thought if I made Paul think it was his father he would continue to dry fuck me and maybe do it for real. Boy was I wrong, no sooner than I mentioned my husband’s name than he jumped out of bed and ran into his bathroom and took a shower.
I remember how lonely I got after my husbands death. We had had a very good sex life. We made love right up to a few days before his death. He was a good lover and really knew how to eat a women’s pussy. I felt myself flush as I thought about it.
Fred started coming over to visit about a year and a half after my husband’s death. Fred had been single for about ten years. We went to a dinner & show occasionally or we just sat around chatting and watching television. One night we went out for dinner and had two bottles of wine. When we got home I was pretty far gone. I fixed him a drink and I went in and changed into my gown and robe. When I came back I had another drink and we chatted awhile until I knew I better get to bed before I passed out.
I told Fred he could stay the night and sleep in Paul’s room. When I got up I felt a little woozy and Fred grabbed me before I fell over. We stood there with his arms around me. Suddenly he pulled me to him and kissed me. Shoving his tongue in and began to explore it. I don’t know why but I responded kissing him with a passion I had not felt in a long time. I felt his hand on my breast and he tweaked my nipple as it popped out. I felt him untie my robe and lift my gown, inserting two fingers into my vagina. My pussy was already gushing its juices. He shoved his two fingers in and out of me and I climaxed before he had done a half dozen strokes. I came three more times within a few minutes of his finger fucking. I Groaned Oooooooooooh god it’s been so long.
He picked me up and carried me upstairs to my bedroom. He removed my robe and gown and laid me on the bed with my legs hanging over the end. He kissed me passionately before he began to fondle my breast as he sucked on the other. His tongue ran around my nipple while his fingers played with my other nipple. My tits were heaving and I was breathing so hard. My heart was pounding like it was coming out of my chest.
He slid down between my legs and when his tongue touched my vagina my pussy exploded in a huge climax. I cried out OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD as he shoved his tongue deep inside my pussy. He brought his tongue up and slid it across my clit. I remember saying OH SHIT OH SHIT I’mmm; I’m commmmmming again, oh shit yes.
He started running his tongue up and down my slit, and then he shoved two fingers up my hole and started sucking my clit. OH SHIT FRED, DAM YOU I CAN’T STOP CUMMING.
I was shoving my pelvis hard against his mouth as he licked sucked and finger fucked my raging pussy. It had been over two years since I had had anyone in my pussy. When he lifted his head I almost laughed because his whole face was covered in pussy juice, even his eye brows. He slid up my body and at the same time as his mouth covered my right breast his cock was entering my honey pot. He slowly pushed the entire length in and I felt him bottom out. He began to push in and out of my hot juicy hole ever so slowly. After a couple of minutes he increased his speed and about every minute he would go a little faster until he was pounding my pussy like a mad bull. I was cumming about every two minutes. I couldn’t believe how long Fred was able to fuck me like this without cumming. It lasted about twenty minutes when he shoved my legs above my head and he rammed his cock down and exploded his love offering right into my cervix opening.
We lay there with both our chests heaving and gasping for air. Sweat was pouring off both of us and we were both exhausted. WOW I said, It’ been a long time since I got fucked like that. In fact I’m not sure if I ever got fucked like that. An hour later we were at it again, not quite as heated but almost. He fucked me in the morning just before we went to work. As I drove to work I thought shit, I better start taking the pill because I knew I wanted more of last night. I sure hoped I wasn’t already pregnant.
Fred Moved in with me and like his brother wanted to fuck all the time. The beauty was he made love to me and not just fuck me, his stamina was mind boggling.
CHAPTER THREE
After I left the house I realized I had left my bags at Moms house. I rented a cheap room at a local motel and crawled into bed. Even though I was dead tired from the travel I couldn’t go to sleep right away. I lay there thinking about what I saw. Shit why was I so surprised, Uncle Fred was very much like Dad. Same size, same personality but three years younger. I thought Mom must have been very lonely after Dad died and I also knew that Dad and Mom had had a very active sex life. So why was I so upset? It finally dawned on me, I was jealous. Mom at 52 was still a beautiful sexy woman. She has an athletes body and still works out three times a week. Seeing her wonderful breasts that hardly sagged as she lay there with Uncle Fred’s cock pumping in and out of her very wet pussy had actually turned me on.
The next morning I sheepishly retuned home. Mom was waiting for me, she had taken the day off work and Fred had left for work early. She had made coffee and asked me if I wanted breakfast. Just a piece of toast I said. She was in her gown and her light robe. She started to speak and I placed my finger over her mouth. I said Mom you don’t need to apologize for anything. I realized that you must have become very lonely after Dad died. Uncle Fred is so much like Dad that I don’t blame you. Seeing you with his cock in your beautiful cunt shocked me at first but last night I came to the conclusion that the reason I was so up set was that I was jealous.
Mom looked at me with a flushed face and pulled me to my feet. She gave me a big hug and said, “Oh honey, I’m so glad you are not mad at me.” We stood like that for a long time. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on my lips that lasted longer than I ever remembered being kissed by her before. I realized at that moment my cock had gotten hard and was pressing against her. I reached down and gently pulled her robe apart, allowing my cock to slide between her legs. I reached down and lifted her legs up and pulled her gown up at the same time. Her knees were on my hips. I lifted her high and put one arm under her ass as I undid my pants and let them fall. I pulled my underpants down below my ass and eased her down on my stiff cock.
As my cock entered her pussy, still wet from Uncle Fred’s cum the night before, Mom suddenly realized what I was doing. She pushed at my chest and struggled to get free from my grasp. “PAUL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, FOR CHRIST SAKE I’M YOUR MOTHER” she screamed. I pulled her ass hard to me and my cock sunk all the way into her pussy. I put my head against her breasts as she was pounding my shoulders with her fists. “PLEASE DON’T DO THIS” she continued. Her wiggling and struggling was causing my cock to rub up and down her clit. She was getting wetter by the second. She began to cry. I’m sorry Mom I won’t stop, ever since the night of Dads funeral I’ve wanted you. I think you have wanted me too but were afraid to admit it.
“Please Paul, we can’t, its incest” she whispered in my ear. Please stop before we do something we will regret. I felt her pussy responding to my movement as she spoke. I laid her butt on the edge of the table and began to drive my stiff cock in and out of her. “OH Paul, please, oh shit; stop, please, your going to make me CUMMMMMMMMM. I felt her ass quiver and she began to buck her ass up driving my cock even deeper inside her. I can’t stop Mom I cried, I want you so bad.
I continued driving my cock in and out of her pussy. The more I fucked the wetter she got. She started a series of climax’s and began to scream, “OH SHIT PAUL, WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME IS A SIN BUT YESSSSS IT FEELS SO GOOD TO HAVE YOUR WONDERFUL COCK INSIDE ME. Yesssss oh god yessssss, I’m cumming so fast I Ihink I’m going to pass out. OOOHHHHHH IEEEEEEEE. She didn’t, she just started murmuring little incoherent words I didn’t under stand as she came, and came, and came still more. I felt that familiar feeling in my ball sack and I lifted her legs high above her head and buried my cock head hard against her cervix and shot a tremendous amout of cum into her hot love hole. Her ass quivered and her pussy muscles sucked at my cock as I shot spurt after spurt into her wonderful vagina. It had been several weeks since I had been laid and I l had stored up a substantial amount of cum. I fell across her chest and we stayed like that for several minutes panting and trying to ketch our breath. “Oh god honey, you’re just like your Dad, but with a bigger tool,” she grinned; “you’re some lover”.
I picked her up and carried her up stairs and laid her on her bed with her legs hanging over the end. I removed her robe and gown and lay down beside her. We kissed, and our tongues explored each others mouth. I began to fondle her wonderful breasts that were still pretty firm, for being 52. I took her nipple between my finger and thumb, pinching and rubbing it. The nipple sprang out about a quarter inch as I fondled it. I moved my head down and took the other breast into my mouth and sucked, rolling my tongue over the nipple. “OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT YOU DO TO ME” she panted loudly.
After about five minutes of sucking and fondling her boobs I slid down between her legs. I ran my tongue up and down the entire length of her pussy. Before I could even slip my tongue into her hot hole she grabbed the sides of my head and shoved my face hard against her cunt. Her pussy was so wet her juices were running down her leg and into the crack of her ass. I ate her pussy for almost a half hour and would have continued except Mom grabbed my head and pulled me away from her pussy. She cried, “OH GOD I CAN’T HANDLE THAT ANY MORE, I NEED YOUR COCK BACK INSIDE ME.” Sin or not I’m hooked Paul, you can fuck me any time, any where, any place. We fucked again for close to an hour and then again about five in the morning. I knew she was mine from now on. Then I wondered, What about Uncle Fred?
CHAPTER FOUR
When Paul returned that morning after catching my husband’s brother fucking me I was so relieved that I had not lost him. I wasn’t paying a lot of attention as to what he was doing until I felt his cock slide into my vagina. I was so shocked that my first reaction was to fight him off; but as we struggled and I felt his huge cock which was bigger than either my husband’s or his brother rubbing my clit I couldn’t help myself. I found my body responding to the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I came very quickly.
I pleaded with him to stop because I was his Mother but deep down I knew I wanted him to continue fucking me. And boy did he, by the time he finished I had cum so many times that the kitchen floor had a two foot ring of wet pussy juice. I was so exhausted I could hardly stand. I was glad when he picked me up and carried me upstairs because I don’t think me legs would have been able on their own.
I didn’t think I would be able to cum another drop or fuck for a couple of days, but when he began to fondle my titties and eat my love hole it was a whole new ball game. We fucked several times the next day and again Sunday. By Sunday night I was completely exhausted and my pussy was wiped out. Fred had called and I put him off. I told him I was working on easing Paul’s pain from seeing us together. I sure was doing that. I asked him to find a place to stay for while.
The End
EPILOGUE
It was a struggle for awhile trying to satisfy the two of them without their knowing that I was fucking them both. Fred didn’t know about Paul and I and Paul didn’t want to know
if I was still fucking Fred. For the next 90 days I was fucking one or the other every day. Quite often it was several times a day but especially on the days I fucked them both. It finally resolved it’s self. Paul was leaving to take a post in Washington DC and then Fred asked me to marry him. When I told Paul about it I was quite surprised when he said go for it, Fred will make you happy. But then he added with a smile, when I came to visit he would still fuck me. I smiled and agreed. I was so happy I fucked Paul until he finally cried, enough, you wore me out I’m crying uncle.
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Naruto: Slave for You

“Hey, what are you doing here?” asked Shikamaru as Naruto entered the room. Naruto pointed to his forehead protector with a grin.
“I managed to pass after all,” said Naruto.
“Troublesome,” said the lazy Nara as he set his head down to take a nap. Naruto was about to say something when Iruka entered the room. Seeing this, Naruto quickly took his seat near Sasuke.
“First of all,” began Iruka. “I want to say how proud I am of all of you. You have all worked had and you all deserve to become shinobi. But before we continue, I would like to give one last lesson.” All of his students groaned. “As you all know, this village was founded by the Shoudai Hokage. When that happened, he had to decide how the village was to run.
“Now, being a slave owner, he decided to bring his female slaves with him on his missions. So did his brother. In fact, most shinobi did in that time. Their duty was to take care of their masters physical needs whenever they were needed. Now, this was mainly medical needs. However, sometimes ‘other’ needs needed to be attended to. So the Shoudai got together with all the other Kages and they all decided to keep this practice going.
“Since then, all kunoichi start out as slaves. Your female classmates are right now being informed who their new masters will be. Some of you will be paired off with one while the rest are put into teams. Your senseis will be informing you of the rules tomorrow.”
Just then, the girls entered the room. All of them were dressed as they normally would except for one thing. Instead of forehead protectors, they were all given leather collars around their necks. On each collar was a tag with a symbol on it of the clan that their new owner belonged to.
The girls stood in a straight line in front of the class. They had known since the day they had entered the academy that this was what would happen. Each one had been hoping all year to get the boy of their dreams. Some had quit, knowing that the odds were too high. But now they all knew as their tags now showed. Some were indifferent, some were happy, and some were very, very unhappy.
“Alright,” said Iruka. “Chouji, you have been given Ino. Sasuke, you have been given Sakura.” Iruka listed a few other pairs then stopped at Hyuuga Hinata. Kiba began to cross his fingers, hoping that Hinata would become his. “Naruto, you have been given Hinata. Kiba, Shino, and Shikamaru will be one team since there aren’t enough for everyone. Your sensei’s will be dropping by your homes in the morning so I suggest you use this time to get to know each other.” With that, class ended at last.
-x-
“Figures,” muttered Naruto as he walked home with Hinata a few steps behind him. “I should have known Sasuke-teme would have gotten Sakura-chan. This bites!”
Behind him, Hinata heard every word. It hurt knowing that Naruto was disappointed that he had gotten her. In a way, she was used to it. Her father had always been disappointed in her. Her juken wasn’t as good as it should have been and she was a very timid person. Because of this her father had decided that Hanabi would become the next clan head.
“So why are you following me again?” asked Naruto suddenly, startling Hinata.
“B-Because you are m-my m-master now Naruto-sama,” said Hinata. “I-I b-belong to you now s-so I am to remain by your s-side at all times.” Naruto turned around and gave here a curious look.
“Alright,” he said. “But what about your stuff?” Hinata shook her head.
“M-My tou-san was tossing it out as I left this m-morning,” she replied slowly. “All I own are these c-cloths.”
“He’s a jerk,” said Naruto simply. He then looked her up and down, as if her were examining her. After doing this a few times he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t know why he would do that. You don’t seem so bad. Sure you seem like a dark, timid girl.” At that, Hinata’s head fell. “But, I like people like that.” At that, Hinata’s head rose, her face sporting a bright red glow.
“R-Really?” she asked.
“Of course,” said Naruto. “I said it, didn’t I? Hey, are you sick or something? Your face is all red.” Hinata quickly shook her head and Naruto shrugged.
-x-
“And there’s the bathroom,” said Naruto as he finished up showing his new slave the apartment. After their talk, Naruto had taken Hinata out to ramen. While they had waited for their orders, Naruto had mentioned that it was kind of like they were on a date. This nearly caused the poor girl to faint until Naruto ruined the moment by laughing it off. He continued to say how that was impossible since she didn’t like him that much and that the only reason they were together was that she was his slave.
Boy was he clueless!
After their meal, Naruto took her to his place and began to show her around. It was a small apartment. He had a kitchen, his bedroom, bathroom, and a family room. Not much, but it was home.
“You can sleep on the couch until I can get you a bed,” said Naruto. “Also tomorrow we’ll have to get you some more cloths. In fact, we’re going to be needing a lot of new stuff!”
“Ano,” said Hinata as she pressed her finger together. “You don’t have to Naruto-sama. I can just wash this everyday.” Naruto shook his head.
“No way Hinata-chan,” he said causing the poor girl to go meep when he added the chan. “I’m now responsible for you.”
“But…”
“No buts,” said Naruto firmly. And with that, they began to decisions the things they would need if they were to life together.
-x-
It was late in the night as Hinata slowly opened the door of Naruto’s room. The room was dark and the only sound that she heard was Naruto’s snoring. Silently she entered the room and made her way to Naruto’s bed. Once she was standing over him Hinata couldn’t help but giggle softly as she saw the night cap he was wearing. It just looked so funny on him.
Taking a deep breath, she began to prepare herself for what she was told she should do on the first night. The first thing she did was to take off her jacket to reveal her black top that clung to her body. Soon her pants, shirt, and underwear joined her jacket on the floor. She stood before Naruto naked as moonlight filled the room, her collar being the only thing on her.
Despite what Hinata believed about herself, she didn’t have a hideous body. Her breasts were a large B or a small C. Her body was well proportioned and slender from all her training. Her short, dark blue hair was the only hair on her body due to her daily shaving. However, now of these things mattered to her since Naruto never seemed to be attracted to girls like her. He always went after Sakura who was flat as a board and had long hair. The hair she could fix, but if Naruto didn’t like big breasts then she would be in trouble.
Slowly, Hinata reached out and grabbed the covers of Naruto’s bed. In a quick motion, she pulled them off the bed without waking Naruto. She then moved to the end of the bed and crawled onto it. Next, Hinata reached for Naruto’s pants and pulled them down. She could clearly see his limp dick in the moonlight. Slowly, she lowered her head towards it and then inhaled his sent. The instructor at the academy had told all the kunoichi’s that most men’s dicks smelled awful. Yet, Naruto’s didn’t smell as bad as she had thought.
Moving on to her goal, Hinata gave the limp member a small lick. Naruto groaned in his sleep as his member responded by getting a little harder. With her soft hands, Hinata lightly took hold of it and took the head in her mouth. ‘He tastes so good!’ thought Hinata as her tongue began to roll around the head as it became harder in her mouth.
Soon she was bobbing her head up and down on Naruto’s fully erect six and a half inch cock. Naruto began to moan louder in his sleep as he got closer and closer to cuming. Hinata tried a little of everything that she had been taught. She licked it like a popsicle. She tasted his balls. She even gave him a titty fuck. In the end, she went back to sucking on his cock right before he came inside her mouth. Hinata tried to drink it all, but some of it slipped out of her mouth. But that was the least of her worries because Naruto woke up as her came.
“Hinata-chan,” he cried out. “What is going on? Why are you naked? Why am I not wearing pants?”
Hinata froze like a deer caught in the headlight for a moment. Then she tried to make a run for it, but Naruto quickly grabbed her arm. He then sat her down at the edge of the bed and then he sat next to her. Neither one looked at each other.
“So,” said Naruto after a minute. “Will you tell me what you were doing?”
“I-I was sucking you o-off,” stammered Hinata. “I-I was told back at the academy that I s-should have s-sex with you on our first night t-to show t-that I b-belonged to you. A-At the very least, I s-should do this.”
“You should have asked,” said Naruto.
“I-I was afraid you’d s-say no,” she replied.
“Of course I would have said no!” said Naruto loudly. “I mean, you should only do those kinds of things if you are in love. You shouldn’t do them just because someone else says so. And just because I own you doesn’t mean I should take advantage of you! If you like me it would be a different story but…”
“B-But I do like you N-Naruto-sama,” interrupted Hinata.
“Nani?” said Naruto softly. “But, we have hardly spoken before today! You don’t know anything about me!”
“B-But I do,” said Hinata as she pressed her fingers together. “I know t-that you like to g-garden. Well, I like to press f-flowers and arrange them. A-Also, we both want to p-protect the village and to prove ourselves to others. A-And I know a-about the K-Kyuubi.” At that, Naruto’s head whipped around fast to look at Hinata.
“How do you know about the Kyuubi?” he demanded.
“I overheard my t-tou-san one day before we e-entered the academy,” she replied. “He w-was going on and on to someone else how the K-Kyuubi was sealed inside you. I b-became curious so I decided to see you for myself. When I found you, y-you were being beaten by four adults. I just stood there and watched! At f-first I thought they were doing the right thing. But t-then, when they were d-done, you just got up and walked away. I-I was confused. I h-had been taught that monsters were v-violent creatures. I soon found myself w-watching you more and more and wanting to be more like you. Never giving up, always g-getting back on your f-feet no matter how many times you are kicked down. I even j-joined the academy, knowing what it would mean, so I could get to know you better. T-Then, about a year ago, I realized that I… I was…I was in l-love with you!”
Naruto was now shaking as he absorbed this information. It was impossible. How could someone fall in love with him knowing what he held inside of him? It didn’t make any sense.
“Don’t you know what it means to be with me?” he asked. “I knew Sakura-chan would never say yes to a date, that’s why I always asked her out. You know how I am treated. Anyone who is with me will be treated the same. Right now everyone thinks that you are with me just because you have to be. But if people found out that you have real feeling for me then…”
“I don’t care,” replied Hinata as tears began to fall down her face. “N-Naruto-sama, when I found out that I was going to be your s-slave, it was the h-happiest moment in my life. I don’t care about anything else, just as long a-as I can be with you. That’s all I r-really need.”
Hinata then turned her head to face Naruto’s as then stared at each other in the moonlight. As Naruto stared at her, feeling began to emerge within him. Feeling that told him not to miss this chance. Feeling that said that she was the one. Slowly, Naruto moved his face towards Hinata’s and captured her in a kiss. Hinata was shocked at first, but soon responded as she kissed him back. After two minutes of tasting each others mouths Naruto broke the kiss.
“Hinata-chan,” panted Naruto. “Do you really mean all that?” Hinata nodded. Naruto smiled as he kissed her again while laying her on the bed. Slowly his kisses moved to her neck followed by her shoulder. Slowly he moved down to her right breast. He blew on the nibble lightly, causing Hinata to moan slightly. Smiling, Naruto gave the hardened nipple a lick, causing Hinata to moan even louder. Instinctively knowing what to do, he took the whole thing in his mouth and began to suck on it.
“OH KAMI NARUTO-SAMA!” screamed Hinata as electric shock went through her body. She never knew she could feel that way just by having someone suck on her tits. After a while, Naruto went over to the over breast and continued to suck on that one. Soon, Naruto began to move downwards, lightly kissing her stomach until he made his way to her wet folds.
“Time to return the favor,” he said with a smile. With that he spread her legs with his hands and then licked her slit. Suddenly his eyes widened. ‘This tastes also as good as ramen!’ he thought. With that, he began to lick Hinata’s pussy with a passion. Hinata began to thrash back and forth as bliss hit her like waves on the beach. There was nothing else in the world except for her and Naruto.
“That’s it!” she cried. “I’m cuming! I’m going to cum! Kami, I’M GOING TO CUMMMMMM!” With that her body arched as her juices began to flood out. Naruto lapped them up to the best of his abilities, savoring the taste.
Slowly he got on his knees and took off his sweat soaked night shirt. It was too hot for it anyways. He then looked down at Hinata, watching her pant in the moonlight.
He wasn’t done just yet.
Naruto then placed himself between her legs and began to line his member with her pussy. He then looked into her eyes and she nodded. Then in one thrust, he entered her.
Hinata had expected to feel pain. But there was none. She was a virgin and could feel the blood coming out of her pussy. But there was no pain. Slowly Naruto began to thrust and what she was feeling began to grow. It was pleasure. ‘Why didn’t I feel any pain?’ thought Hinata as Naruto slowly began to pick up his speed. ‘Is it because I’m just a dirty little girl or is it because I’m with Naruto-sama?’
Naruto couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Hinata’s pussy was unlike anything he had every felt before. It was wet, warm, and tight. Every nerve on his dick was being stimulated in the best way.
“Ohkamohkamohkamiohkami,” cried Hinata as a familiar feeling within her began to grow. “Naruto-sama, I’m going to cum soon! Faster! Please go faster!”
“Anything for you Hinata-chan!” cried out Naruto as he leaned down and kissed her. As soon as their tongues meet, they both came at the same time causing them to moan in pleasure in each others mouths.
Now they were both covered in sweat and the smell of what they had down filled the room. Seeing Hinata shiver a bit, Naruto grabbed the covers to the bed and pulled them over the two. Soon, sleep came over them.
-x-
The next morning, Naruto woke up to sunlight on his face. He opened his eyes and say Hinata’s face several inches in front on his. Slowly he sat up as he realized that last night hadn’t been a dream, a very good dream. A smile came over his face as he stared at her naked figure.
“Well, this isn’t a bad way to wake up in the morning,” he said aloud.
“I bet it isn’t,” said a new voice. Naruto quickly turned his head towards the window and saw a kunoichi standing in front of it. She smirked as she saw Naruto quickly cover himself.
“Who are you?” demanded the blond.
“You can call me Yuhi Kurenai,” said the red eyed woman. “I’ll be your sensei from this day forward.”
“Well ok,” said Naruto. “But you could have knocked!” Kurenai smirked again.
“And miss seeing you like this,” she said. Then she got a serious look on her face. “As your new sensei, I’d like to start out by informing you of a few rules you’ll need to know about being a slave owner. We’ll go over them in greater detail later, but for now I’ll just give you the basics. First, Hinata-chan will be your responsibility until you let her go or she earns her freedom like I did. Second, a person can challenge you for you’re your slave if they have one of their own. Winner of the challenge will get to keep the losers slave. Third, you can capture kunoichi from other villages and, if they summit to you, enslave them.
“Now, normally I would have you two do a test to see how well you two work together. But, in light of this I don’t that that will be needed. From this day forward, you and Hinata will be going on missions together along with any other kunoichi you capture. You will be like a team leader, making sure that everyone completes the missions that you are given and gets back safely. How well you lead will be a facture that will be considered when the chunin exam comes up.
“We’ll meet again tomorrow and begin training. That should given Hinata-chan enough time to recover. Oh, and if you break her heart, your student/teacher relationship will be permanently destroyed. Do I make myself clear?” Naruto nodded.

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Lucy’s Tale (Part 6)

Part Six
A conversation quickly developed between us and the guy put his hand out to Mike and said, ‘I’m Dave and this is Kathy’
I burst out laughing and all eyes turned to me. Mike asked what was so funny and through my giggles I said that it was odd that we have just come out of a five way sex session and yet it is only now that we find out each other’s names! They all saw the funny side of that and we started to find out a bit more about each other.
Dave and Kathy were both 22 and were staying quite close to our villa. Dave was an almost identical build to Mike but where my man was smooth, Dave was like a gorilla with black hair all over his entire body except for his balls which Kathy shaved for him. Kathy was lovely. She was six or seven inches taller than me, short black hair with a lovely figure, tiny bum and boobs which made me jealous. She was probably a C cup, lovely and firm, no sag and perfect nipples. I complimented on her finger work and she returned the compliment saying that my body may be small but it looked so delicious with two big cocks taking me so firmly. I blushed a little as I wasn’t used to any form of flattery, added to the fact that this was a woman and she was flirting with me AND it was only twenty minutes ago that we were fighting to lick each other’s tonsils. This had been one hell of a day of new things!
Mike and Dave started to chat about blokey stuff so Kathy moved her towel closer to mine and we talked about everything and nothing like old friends. I barely noticed when she started to stoke my arm as she spoke. We were lay on our towels, facing each other and I realised that our eyes were locked as we spoke and the world around us was just a blur. Even as she moved closer and we were now sharing a towel, went over my head. The only time I came back to reality was when she leant forward and gently kissed me again. There wasn’t a question of my pushing her away. I put my arm around her and pulled her even closer, our bodies compressing into one, Kathy’s hand moving to my bottom and mine to hers. It was almost like an out of body experience as she rolled me onto my back and moved her hand to my pussy again, I felt paralysed but finding the ability to twitch as she hit the right spots. I didn’t feel her move but I did feel the sudden hot breath on my wet hole and then the incredible sensation of her tongue touching me for the first time. My eyes shot open to see this raven haired beauty burying her face in my cunt, eyes closed, devouring my flesh. I looked to see an audience of eight or ten people but I didn’t care, I just flopped back and pushed my legs as wide apart as I could.
I know at the start of this story I said I had considered being with a girl before but I had only ever really thought about kissing one. I had never pictured myself having a girl licking me like Kathy was now but something had clicked in me and when Kathy repositioned herself and I saw her pussy, with a little Brazilian strip of black hair coming towards my face, I pulled it to my face with the same hunger she was showing on mine. My tongue worked on instinct and I soon found her hard clit bouncing on the tip of my tongue and her ‘oohs and aahs’ gave me all the instruction I needed. Her juices flooded my mouth and it was like nectar. I didn’t care that we were being watched, I was in a heavenly place and it was almost scary to have such intense sexual desires so short after having my first sexual experience but my lust hunger was raging. I lapped on the cunt in front of my face, pulling her harder against me, probing her folds with my tongue and fingers until she finally yelled to the whole beach that she was cumming. This scream helped me over the edge too, as well as the copious juices flowing down my throat. We were both thrashing and rolling on our towel, faces wet with the other’s river of cum.
As we came down and untangled, our respective partner, kissed our wet faces, tasting the stranger’s juices and our ‘audience’ clapped their approval. Mike whispered in my ear again and in my confused state, I only half understood what he said but I agreed anyway. As I opened my eyes again though, Dave was climbing on top of me, lifting and spreading my legs. I looked quickly over to Kathy and Mike had her in the same position. I watched Mike’s cock, thankfully sheathed in a condom, plunge deep into Kathy’s hole and then yelped as Dave did the same to me. I reached for Kathy’s hand as Dave and Mike begun a fast fucking of each other’s girl, knowing that neither would last long after such a show. This was fast, it was hard, it was good. I thought this would be the pinnacle of our day but then Dave signalled six or seven other guys across to us and I began to panic. I didn’t want to fuck all these guys but that wasn’t his plan. He bounced me across so i was lying closer to Kathy. He instructed us to kiss as the boys continued to pound our poor bodies into the ground. He then got the guys to form a ‘jerking circle’ around us. I then knew what was coming. Kathy and I looked up to see six hard cocks being wanked furiously over our head. We smiled at each other, closed our eyes and resumed the kiss. Many hands, grabbed, squeezed and pinched our boobs and then the first hot splashed followed the first deep moan, followed by Dave pulling from me, ripping off the condom and squirting his load all over our tits. The other guys all followed suit, shooting their heavy loads and then rubbing their juices into our skin. Mike was the last to unload and when he finished, we opened our eyes to see our cum splattered bodies. It was such a hot sight to behold.
Each of the guys gave us a quick peck on the lips to thank us. Most hand one last feel of our tits or a stroke of our overused pussies before they left too. I didn’t care anymore, I was completely spent.
I walked into the sea with Kathy and we washed the gloop from our skin. We washed each other so I had a last caress of her perfect body before we made our way back to the boys. We all dressed and made our way off the beach. We shared a taxi back to the town which lay between where our two villas were. Dave and Kathy gave us their address but I don’t think any of us thought we would have a repeat performance. How could you match what we had done today? We said our goodbyes and some very shocked looks from the locals as Kathy kissed me goodbye with probably a little too much passion!
We walked slowly back to our villa, holding hands the whole way. My mind went through all the problems as we walked in a contented silence. I knew what we were doing was frowned upon but we weren’t REALLY related were we? Only by marriage surely? Did that count? I then half smiled to myself wondering how violently my Mum would kill me if she had seen my antics today. I decided it would be a pretty gruesome death. I looked up to Mike as we strolled along and gave his hand a little squeeze. He looked at me, winked and we walked on.
As we entered the empty house, we put our bags in the kitchen, went into the living room and flopped together on the settee. I loved my Mum, but just for once, I didn’t want her around, I didn’t want this to end. I sat up a little, kissed Mike on the cheek and said, ‘Thank you for an amazing day Mike, I do really love you!’
He squeezed me close, kissed the top of my head and said, ‘I love you too Lucy, but just wait till you see what I have planned for tomorrow!’ He then started laughing as I looked shocked at him. He was kidding me of course but five minutes later, we were both ecstatic. John rang Mike to say that they had drunk a little too much and if it was OK, they think they should stay over the other side of the island. Mike did some mock cursing but said it was OK and joked with them about being irresponsible. When he put the phone down we whooped with delight and danced around the living room. I don’t think either of us was thinking about more sex because we were both exhausted. We were just so happy that we could spend the night together.
We made a lovely dinner between us, nothing burnt too much. Neither of us had ever taken a keen interest in cooking so it was a bit of a mish mash of culinary delight. We shared a bottle of white wine and flopped in front of the TV. When Mike caught me dozing he suggested a shower, then bed. I agreed.
We had another romantic, caressing shower together and climbed onto me bed and I snuggled back into that lovely spooning position. Mike’s hand came around me and gently traced the contours of my body and I wiggled back a little further. His dick had been soft beneath me but the combination of all things sensual, it soon began to grow and push softly beneath me.
I reached down and massaged the head against my moisture and with just a little adjustment, it slid slowly inside me. We sighed together and for the next half an hour, we ground slowly together , never going quickly, rubbing my clit as a team, bringing each other to the most erotic kind of orgasm possible. It was the perfect end to the perfect day. We slept soundly.
The next morning began in exactly the same way as the night had ended. Mike woke me by gently sliding his morning wood into me. We ended with a little more of a flurry and I think that is the best start to a day to get the blood flowing! We then showered together but our nerves were a little more jittery with each passing minute as we didn’t know when our folks would be back. We were OK though as they arrived after we had finished our breakfast and cleaned up after ourselves. When we heard the car driving up the path, we had one more hug and tender kiss. Behaving myself would never be more difficult.
Mum and John came in, all apologetic for their ‘indiscretion’ but we were quick to forgive them. You never know when we may need forgiveness ourselves I thought. We made some fresh lemonade and we all sat out on the terrace and took in the sun. I felt Mum watching me and I turned to her and asked her what was the matter. She looked confused, ‘I’m not sure Lucy, something looks different somehow. Did you change your hair?’
Was this a Mother’s instinct? How could she SEE what I had done? Could she sense that had seen or touched 11 different cocks yesterday? Could she smell that I had lesbian sex? Did she know that I had fucked my new brother senseless? As calmly as I could I said, ‘No, it must be the bit of tan I have picked up from yesterday’
She accepted that as a reason and I prayed that my heart attack wouldn’t happen just yet. I saw Mike smile and turn his head away. He was going to get a big slap for that later. I purposely turned away from him to prevent my staring but my little smile to myself was not missed by my Mum. I glance over a little later and could see she has worked something out. I had to act quick!
I waited a short while and then excused myself to go to the bathroom. I scribbled a detailed note and after I left the bathroom I went into our bedroom. Straight away I realised that we could have had a disaster in there alone. Mike’s bed was in perfect order yet mine was a mess. Quite clearly a sign of something unusual. I quickly made mine (badly) and messed Mike’s up (totally) and took his dirty laundry out of the hamper and spread it around the floor near his bed. I then shoved the note under his pillow and made my way downstairs.
In the stroppy teenage tone that my mum knew so well, I yelled to Mike that he should clear up his pigsty side of our room and I was already getting sick of sharing with a slob. To give him credit he reacted perfectly calling me a moaning brat and stomping up the stairs. I was praying he would see the note and realise what I had done. John followed him upstairs and I heard him give Mike some grief for not showing me some respect. Mike apologised to his Dad and came downstairs. Mum was in the kitchen within earshot of us as Mike came down. He grinned and winked at me, flashing the note secreted in his hand.
‘Look Lucy, I’m sorry for being a pig. I’ve cleared the room OK?’
I kept the stroppy approach and just said, ‘OK’
Mike continued, ‘Look, you’re no great pleasure to share with you know, I have to wait bloody hours for you to get ready!’
Mum shouted from the kitchen, ‘Hey, language and play nice kids!’ Our spat had obviously thrown her silly ideas from her head as we both apologised to her and more importantly, each other. We both realised we would have to be more careful

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Secret Schooling 2

The short love story of two high school lesbians takes a turn as a young classmate of theirs declares his love for Nicole.