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The Writer 1

Nick had a gift, one which he did not entirely understand, but a gift nonetheless of epic proportions. He was able to manifest anything which he could think of, simply by writing it down. Nick had discovered this ability when he was twelve, and he had accidentally written a dog into existence. The surprise had nearly given him a heart attack, but over the years he had become more and more acclimated to the process, until the point where, at the age of eighteen, he was ready to try attempt his most difficult project yet.
The Gift had allowed Nick to accumulate vast amounts of money, and property without ever having to work, but until now he had never tried to write a person. Nick had had many girlfriends, women were invariably attracted to his six foot frame, and eight inch cock, but he had never been able to trust them, something he suspected stemmed from his history as an orphan. The best way he could think of overcoming that problem was to create a girl that he could then dominate and control entirely, thereby removing the need for trust entirely. With these thoughts in mind, Nick sharpened his pencil, pulled out a blank sheet of paper, and began to write.
“ Her name is Crystal Donaghue, and she comes from a small town in Iowa. Both her parents died in a car accident when she was twelve, and she lived in foster care until she turned eighteen. She is now twenty years old, five foot six, 130 lbs, with bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. She has C- cup tits, and a perfect ass and legs from playing beach volleyball. She is an absolute bombshell, but she has low self esteem because she was always laughed at as a child. We met two weeks ago at a restaurant, and I asked her out to a movie. She has never had a boyfriend, because of her intimacy issues, but now she cannot bear the thought of losing me. She is always worried that she is too boring, and not pretty enough, and therefore she wants to please me in any way possible. We have had sex once, and now she is hooked, she cant bear the thought of never fucking me again, but she has no desires for another man. She also is completely submissive, and will do anything I ask her to, because she doesnt want to risk arguing with me.”
I slowly put the pencil down on my desk, and locked to sheet of paper in a safe in the corner of the room. I wondered to myself how I would know it had worked, when i suddenly heard a rustling noise coming from the kitchen. I quickly got up, and walked into the kitchen, only to stop and stare at the gorgeous blonde chopping vegetables on the counter. She had her back turned to me, but I could still see her ass cheeks poking out from underneath the dress shirt she was wearing, MY dress shirt I realized!
“ Crystal?” I asked, “Is that you?” The figure whirled around, and I could see that she was indeed the most beautiful girl I had ever met, her perfect heart shaped lips, and soft cheek bones combining with the rest of her features to make her absolutely breath taking. “Of course it is silly,” she replied, “who else would it be? I’m just fixing some breakfast for you, you know how I like to look after my man”.
As I realized my plan had actually worked, I could have cried with joy, but instead I strode across the kitchen, and wrapped my arms around her. She immediately reacted, grinding herself against me and kissing me passionately, playing her tongue along my teeth. After what seemed like forever, I broke the kiss, and decided to test my success. “Baby,” I said, “ Im glad you are trying, but you know that you cant cook worth a dam”. As I said this I saw her face fall into despair, but to my jubilation, it seemed to be directed inwards, she considered herself a failure and was therefore not reproachful of my comment. “Oh dont worry baby,” I continued, “Im not angry, I just want you to remember where you belong, on your knees sucking my cock”
Crystal had been devastated by Nick’s comment on her cooking, she couldn’t believe how foolish she had been trying to cook for him. “I would just have messed up anyways”, she thought to herself, “I hope he still likes me even though I’m such a bad cook”. But when she heard the last part of his sentence, she realized that he was giving her a chance to redeem herself. “Thank god”, she thought, “ I get to suck his gorgeous cock, and make him happy again. I’m going to give him the best head he’s ever had in his life”. She quickly dropped to her knees and started un-buckling his belt, while seductively murmuring “God I’m so glad you put me in my place, there’s nothing I like better than a thick cock for breakfast”. After she had unbuckled his belt, Crystal proceeded to unzip his fly with her teeth, staring into Nick’s eyes as she did so. Nick’s dick popped out of his pants, landing full on her face, and Crystal had to stifle a gasp, she was always shocked by how big he was.
I took advantage of this slight pause to drop my pants around my ankles, and then Crystal started to stroke my cock with both hands. She flicked my head with her tongue, before slowly beginning to suck it, taking care to keep swirling her tongue around my cock. At that moment I reached down and grabbed the back of her head, entwining my fingers in her hair, and slammed my cock into her throat. She immediately gagged, my cock being much to big for her to swallow, but she valiantly kept trying, and she kept playing with my balls, even as I fucked her face. I knew that I wouldnt be able to last long, the sight of her lips wrapped around my cock was just too perfect, so I fucked her face as hard as I could, until eventually I could feel my balls slapping against her chin. I looked down to see that she was still staring up at me, and the sight of that perfect face impaled on my cock sent me over the edge.
Crystal could feel his cock tense and shudder, just before it exploded, shooting string upon string of warm cum down her throat and into her belly. She tried to swallow it all, but there was just too much, and some of it dripped from the corners of her mouth. Moaning in ecstasy, she cleaned off Nick’s cock with her mouth, before lightly sucking any last traces of cum off his balls. She then leaned back against the counter and smiled up at Nick. “Why thank you you stud, maybe I should try cooking more often”, she said as she slowly stood up “I’m going to go have a shower, maybe you could join me and see what other holes you could fill”. With that she leaned in and kissed Nick passionately on the lips, stroked his still moist cock with her fingertips, and sauntered out of the room.
Nick just collapsed into a chair with a stunned look on his face, he couldn’t believe his luck.

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Fantasy

The Mofo

An 18 year old’s introduction to sex, courtesy of his Mom’s best friend

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Nasty Boys by Millie Dynamite

Flash story about two boys fool around on a random chat site and meet a woman that convinces the boys to do nasty things together. Very different than my usual story. No murder, rape, or violence. Read and enjoy leave a comment if you like.

Fantasy

Tale of the Elves – Chapter One – Life is Precious

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Hi there ^^ erm, well this is the first chapter of Tale of the Elves, hope you enjoy. Check my bio for information about this series. This only has one mention of nudity in it, and it is more of a build up to the actual storyline than anything. I don’t write wank stories, this is a story with an erotic element. But don’t worry, there will be something rewarding next chapter, and in the ones to come. Thanks! (Btw, the themes up there are the main ones that will appear throughout the series / trilogy)
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Beneath the vast canopy of green summer leaves, the horse trotted between trees, it’s flanks mottled green with rays of sun dappled through the branches above.
Atop the large, dark grey beast sat a man, head held high, a look of contentment and peacefulness upon his face. He was dressed in a simple linen shirt and a brown pair of breeches rolled up to the tops of a pair of black riding boots. His cloak was slung over the back of the saddle.
Sheathed in it’s scabbard, a sword of two thumbs width was strapped to the steeds side. It’s hilt glittered faintly in the afternoon sun, the ruby set in the pommel glaring brightly. The reins hung slack in the man’s hands as he directed his steed along a hard-beaten path between the trees.
The saddlebags attached to the horses sides seemed to be umcumbersome. It seemed as though the man was travelling extremely lightly, and he might have been a common peasant were it not for his sword. His face, too, bore tell-tale signs of an extraordinary life. Though his face was handsome, his eyes a light brown and deep, a thick, knotted scar lay upon the skin beneath his chin, and the skin on his face held marks much the same.
Suddenly, the peace of the woodland was disrupted by a single, piercing scream. It sounded near, and the man started in the saddle. There was also the unmistakable sound of a blade being unsheathed somewhere into the trees on his left. Jumping from his horse and unsheathing his sword from it’s side, he launched himself into the undergrowth off the path.
He ran towards where the noise had been, and soon emerged on the edge of a small clearing. Snapping his head side to side, he caught sight of the disturbance on the other edge of the clearing, beneath the shadows of the trees. He could make out five, maybe six figures, wrestling with another on the ground.
It was a woman, of that he was sure. He got to the group surprisingly quickly, the sight becoming more clear the closer he got, his feet padded and noiseless on the thick grass and leaves. Four of the figures were holding the woman down, while one stood over her. The man noticed that the woman was soaking wet, and clotheless.
He felt as if he had intruded on something indecent. The woman’s face and her earlier scream, however, told the man that she was not in this position out of choice. Her eyes briefly met his between the legs of the man standing over her seconds before he was behind him. He hooked his arm around the man’s throat, pulling it backwards under his chin and snapping his neck instantly.
Looking down at the body, the man realised with disgust what they were doing. The man who he had just killed had his manhood on full show, his breeches unlaced and around his upper thighs. With no time to revel in deeper disgust, the man was suddenly aware of one of the bandits holding the woman down holding an evil-looking knife.
The man grinned, rolling his sword in his palm. This is what he was, who he was. He was Arealam, mercenary and former knight of the empire. Striking down the bandit next to him by burying the sword deep in his chest, Arealam moved just in time to see the one with the knife place it at the naked woman’s throat
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“One more move.” He snarled, pressing it against her skin so beads of blood appeared there, “And I’ll slit her throat from one ear to the other. Drop the sword.” Arealam did not obey immediately, and the bandit pressed the knife harder, making the woman hiss in pain. It was then that Arealam became acutely aware of the woman’s eyes changing, becoming paler somehow.
Kneeling, he laid his sword on the floor, not taking his eyes from hers. “Good.” Hissed the bandit. The others did not release their hold on the woman, still holding her firmly to the floor. The two dead men were not of concern to them. “Now-” The bandit had no more time to say anything else, however, as a flash of blue light suddenly flared by his chest, and he was suddenly flung backwards into the rows of trees, landing in a heap on the floor.
Not questioning his advantage, Arealam surged forward, picking up his sword and screaming a savage war cry. One more bandit fell before his sword, before the woman was able to move. One arm released, she reached up, inhumanly quick, to the face of the bandit on her other side.
Her hand gripped his throat, knuckles turning white, and Arealam blanched as she snapped his neck with her bare hand. The one remaining bandit, sickened and horrified at the deaths of the others, had already started running towards the edge of the clearing. Arealam made to run after him, but the woman softly laid her hand on his chest. “No. Let me.” She breathed, her voice as sweet as birdsong.
She raised her palm pointing towards the fleeing figure, and her lips moved in the ghost of words. Looking back towards the man, Arealam gasped as he suddenly dropped to the ground, clearly dead. For a few seconds after he dropped, the two figures stood silently where they were.
For the first time, Arealam looked at the woman properly. He found it disconcerting that she was already looking at him. Shock hit him as he saw the tips of her ears, pointed and poking through her light brown hair. An elf!
She was exceedingly beautiful, as all elves were fabled to be. Falling to one knee and planting his sword in the ground, Arealam bowed his head. “I am honoured to be in your presence, O elf.” He said, his voice shaking slightly. Elves were told to be whimsical and strange beings.
“Rise, human.” Came the soft voice of the elf. “I should be honoured to be in your presence, for you have just saved me from a most unpleasant experience.” Her voice contained authority, and Arealam rose unsteadily to his feet. His position was not made easier by the fact that she was totally naked before him, and beautiful.
His eyes roamed without him telling them to. Biting his lip, he forced himself to meet the elf’s eye, away from her perfectly formed body. He was surprised to see her smiling. “I apologize for the state of my undress,” she said softly, turning away from him, “but those brigands caught me unawares while I was bathing in yonder stream,” she motioned forwards, through the trees.
“I was unable to stop them. Normally, of course, they would be no match for an elf, as you saw, but I am afraid I was complacent. The handle of his knife was quick to blacken my thoughts.” She turned slightly and pointed to a gash he had not noticed before, on her forehead. “I only awoke before you arrived, and my magic was slow to come after being unconcious.”
“Bastard!” Came a sudden, sharp growl from the shadows beneath the trees. Seconds later, something came hurtling through the air over the elf’s shoulder. The knife seemed to slow, centimetres before Arealam’s chest, before planting itself in his heart. The noise from the surrounding trees seemed dulled as he looked down, blood now pouring from the wound.
The ground behind him rose up to meet him, and he was suddenly staring up at the piercingly blue sky. A wordless moan escaped his lips as the pain of the wound hit him. His hands clasped around the handle of the knife, and his vision swam as the blurred image of the elf appeared into it. She was saying words he could not hear.
He screamed as she wrenched the knife free. That he could hear. Was she trying to kill him? He wriggled weakly in her grasp as she laid a palm over his chest, blood now streaming from between his lips into his short beard. It frothed as he moaned and spat.
It felt as if there were worms in his chest. Worms, crawling under his skin, inside the muscle. They itched, they burned. His hands rose limply, clawing uselessly at the back of the elf’s smooth hand. “Be still, Human!” Was the first thing he heard as his hearing suddenly came rushing back.
He gagged and spluttered as the blood pooled around his head suddenly swam over his face and streamed back into his mouth. He felt it running down his throat, he could feel the warmness of it suddenly sweeping through his cold body. He felt the cool touch of the elf’s palm on his chest.
Gasping once the blood was gone from his mouth, he gagged and rolled onto his side. Looking down, he stared at the place where the knife had been. Skin covered the spot, seamlessly smooth. His shirt was torn, but that was a small price.
He gasped. “How…?” But the question answered itself. She was an elf, a being of magic. “Thank you.” He could not express the depths of his gratitude. He raised himself onto his elbows, noticing the elf at the edge of the clearing once more, staring into the trees. “Where did he go?”
“He ran.” Muttered the elf. “I would go after him, but he is no major problem. We are on the border of the elven capital. It is surrounded by wards that will not let him get too close if harbours no ill thoughts for the elven kind. Though if he does, he might be able to get further in than he wishes…”
She turned to look at him again, staring at him with beautiful, unblinking eyes. As ever, she seemed surpremely unfaltered about being naked this close to a man. Looking at her form, Arealam felt a rising pressure in the groin of his breeches. The elves were fabled among the races as being the most beautiful and well-proportioned, and it was true.
“I left my clothes on the stream bank. I will go and fetch them. You, saddle your horse and meet me on the path directly north of here in five minutes.” With that, she disappeared through the trees. He did not ask how she knew of his horse.
Five minutes later, he sat astride his horse in the afore mentioned place, sword strapped once more to the saddle. He shivered as he caught sight of the elf making her way through the trees. She moved with grace, yet he knew she could kill him in an instant, perhaps without even putting a worthwhile amount of energy into it. She was now clothed in a simple, fitted white dress that ended breezily just above her knees. She walked barefoot.
Arealam’s insides squirmed at the sight of her. She was dressed so simply, yet she shined with a beautiful radiance that would have had any weaker man crawling at her feet. Her lightly tanned skin was smooth beyond comparison, and her figure rivaled that of the goddess of beauty.
“You will accompany me to our city.” She said as she reached the horse. “My mother would want to properly reward you for preventing such…occurences.” She looked up at him with deep green eyes. “You saved me from something I dare not think about.” She said softly.
“I need no reward.” He spoke with honesty and respect. “You saved my own life.” He pointed to the tear in his shirt. The elf smiled. “Still, my mother would still see it as a poor compliment of our thanks. Be honoured: no human has entered one of our cities for over four hundred years.”
Arealam knew of the war that had raged between the two races four hundred years ago. A truce was called after a hundred years of fighting, but the elves had sunk into their forests, and were rarely seen or spoken to after that. Their secrets of magic and nature were no longer shared, but tales of their beauty and knowledge carried on living.
Before he could speak again, the elf had taken a running leap at the horse. Strangely, it did not move as she did so. It seemed oddly calm in her presense. Her hand entwined with the harness as she gracefully leaped into the saddle in front of Arealam, not shaking the saddle at all.
“That was impressive.” Laughed Arealam. The elf smiled in return, pushing a braid of hair behind her pointed ear. Arealam noticed that the thin dress had pulled up her thighs as she sat with her legs pointed forwards. He shuddered. “Hold my waist,” came the command, “we will be travelling faster than you have before, I think.”
His hands burned as he placed them on her slim waist, and they were off. She was right; she was obviously controlling the horse to run faster than normally would have been possible. Wind lapped at his hair and stung his face as they rode, and forgetting himself, he wrapped his arms fully around the elf’s waist. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he thought he heard her chuckle.
They swerved off the path into the undergrowth. Normally, the branches would have swiped and clawed at them, but they didn’t touch them. They seemed to bend out of their way as they approached, creating a sort of corridor through the forest, only to close up behind them. Arealam stared in wonder at the magic.
The scent of her skin wafted into his face as they rode. It was intoxicating, a mix of wood bark, pine needles and other naturely things. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply. The smell was slightly overpowering, and he started to feel dazed, as if had consumed a small tankard of ale.
They rode for at least an hour. Arealam guessed it would have taken him fives times as long to travel the same distance, and never to this place; there had been too much undergrowth. They were stood in a beautiful glade, where a small pool of water fed by a trickle of water glimmered on the left. The bare grass on the right looked untouched; pristine green blades of grass that stirred faintly in the breeze.
“We must dismount here.” Came the elf’s cool voice from infront of him. After the sound of the wind rushing past his ears for the past hour, her voice startled him. “My people will have already been watching us for some time, but it would be best to show respect when entering the kingdom.”
Before he could ask where said kingdom was, Arealam’s gaze rested on the far edge of the glade. The trees there seemed to shine with a liquid glow, and the space between them, while almost perfectly transparent, seemed oddly mottled or hazy, as if surrounded by a film of water.
The elf had already dismounted lightly from the horse, hitting the ground without so much as a thump. Arealam got off with much less finesse; he was a talented rider and knew how to dismount, but he couldn’t help making the scuffles and thumps that were nescessary as he dismounted.
“It still amazes me how like children humans are.” The elf smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Always knocking into things, and with their dull senses.” Arealam was stung. “Aye, but if you are so sharp of sense, why is it that a bunch of half-wit brigands were able to approach you whilst you bathed?” he sniped back.
“I did not mean to offend.” Came the quick reply in her strange accent, and he believed her words. “I am aware of the faults of my own race as well as others, I was merely making a statement. I will not let loose my words so easily from now, forgive me.” Arealam nodded his head. “But in answer to your question, I was taken by surprise. I had sunk into such a state of relaxation that my senses were almost the same as a human’s. It took me a while to gather my thoughts long enough to summon magic, which you saw.”
Her tone told Arealam he shouldn’t broach on the subject. He said nothing more as he took the reins of his horse and followed the elf across the glade. She stopped just before the trees, and before the hazy barrier that surrounded them.
“I will warn you,” said the elf, turning and looking into his eyesm”the magic that surrounds our capital is strong; none but an elf can pass without effect. I will help you get through, but it will still be unpleasant. The barrier is a mix of emotions, thoughts and memories of our race, thousands of years strong, held together with the strength of hundreds of spellweavers. You may see things you can make no sense of, things that make you feel emotions you did not know you had. Whatever you do, do not try and force the feeling away. You would die, and perhaps kill me through you.”
“It is meant to kill trespassers, none of which could ever mean us anything but harm, for if they did not mean us harm, the magic would have turned them away from this place by now. You only managed to get here because you are with me.”
Arealam nodded, a sense of trepidation rising in his gut. He looked sideways at his horse. “Won’t-”
“No.” She cut in. “Horse’s minds, though beautiful, aren’t as intricate as a human’s or an elf’s. She will not be affected.” Arealam took her at her word, and let her pull the reins from his grasp. He laid his palm in her offered one, feeling her small, cool hand wrap around his own as if he were a child.
She stepped through the barrier, disturbing it slightly. A few seconds later, it had changed back, giving it it’s transparent look again. She turned and looked at him through the haze. “Come.” She said, and he was surprised to hear her voice unchanged. “Step through.” Taking a deep breath, he abided.
It was if he had passed through a sheet of lukewarm water. The feeling was pleasant, and he was suddenly filled with a feeling of contentment and happiness that was not his own. A smile lingered upon his face. Moments later, though, this changed to one of such anger he thought he would die of the pressure forcing itself from within his skull.
Visions flooded into his mind. He could not make sense of them. One, an elfen child, climbing the roots of a massive golden tree. This quickly changed to another, of tongues of flame burning a city hidden within the trees to ashes, smoke pouring into the sky, changing again to one of a brute of a man burying a dagger in a weak-looking elf’s chest…
He collapsed onto the leaf-strewn floor, body shuddering. His emotions changed rapidly, from hot, white anger to serene calm, to a mix of both and back to anger. A choked gurgle escaped from his mouth before a last gasp escaped him, and he lay still. The elf, shocked by the vigour of the effect the boundary had on him, knelt down beside him, laying her palm on his cheek.
She lifted her head up, looking into the canopy of leaves. “Genrde.” She called into the trees. “Genrde altovisá!” Her voice echoed strangely in the seemingly empty forest.

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Fantasm

Satisfied By Mom

My second story,well its a trilogy,I completed.I would release the second part in december if this is appreciated by the readers or sooner by the reader’s demand.Enjoy the incest….

Fiction

Hot for Daddyyy!

Elizabeth has always had a crush on her father and plans to seduce him. She knows it’s crazy but still wants to try. Could it even work?

Fiction

Oh Brother (Part 2 of 3)

(Caution: this hot story ends, as a continuation, at a pivotal moment 🙂 )
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A few days have passed since that incredible night under the stars. My brother Bryce has acted like nothing had happened. If I didn’t know any better, I would think the whole thing was a dream. But I knew different. Maybe pretending nothing occurred between us was his way of coming to terms with what really did occur.
My pussy was still sore from the incredible sexcapade in the hot-tub. Jim, my boyfriend, certainly was a fantastic lover, who really knows how to use his equipment, and also defines staying power very well. I always need at least a few days to recuperate from the major pounding I receive from his hefty cock. Even though days had passed, I still had the feeling, whether just in my mind, of two huge cum shooting cocks embedded in my mouth and the other deep up within my wet pussy. I certainly held the fabulous visuals in the front of my mind. The entire scenario of having two cocks buried in me at the same time has always been a fantasy. I never imagined it would really happen, but now that it has, I long for it again. Since that beautiful night, every time I think of it, I get so excited and wet. And believe me, I have thought about it non-stop.
I took a long bubble bath before going to bed and lying there with my eyes closed I replayed that entire night. I saw every fine detail; every inch, every throb, every drop of delicious cum. Soon I was thrusting two fingers knuckle deep into my quim and sucking on two fingers as if they were a throbbing dick. I could not believe how this incident has consumed me entirely. If I don’t act on it soon, I thought, I’d go totally crazy.
Climbing out of the tub, I dried off quickly and threw on my robe. I headed downstairs to get a glass of water, but as I walked past Bryce’ bedroom door, I heard a sound that made me stop suddenly. I quietly placed my ear closer to his door. No it was not the television as I first thought. Instead I heard Bryce saying my name repeatedly. “Yesss Brandi, oh yes…oh yea that’s it Brandi…fuck me sweet sis…” It was barely audible but loud enough to hear every word. I could also hear other sounds that grasped my curiosity. I reached out and turned the doorknob; unlocked, I excitedly learned. Slowly I turned the handle and the door quietly opened. I pushed it ajar about two to three inches. It took only a second for my eyes to adjust to the rooms surroundings.
Bryce lay on his back on his bed, totally naked. His eyes were closed tightly as opposed to mine, which were now open as wide as silver dollars. He had his hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and he was masturbating slowly. I was mesmerized as his hand slid up and down the length of hard flesh. My eyes were glued to his magnificent hard-on. The swollen purple head glistened with leaking precum. Only did I look away, when his words filled the room. Again he was saying my name intermingled with sexual content. He was fantasizing that I was on top of him and he was fucking me. I instantly felt the tingling sensation between my legs as a watched him. Soon Bryce quickened his pace and started muttering the words “yesss here it comes sis, I’m going to fill your tiny puss full of cum”, he barely got the words out when his hand stopped, held his cock at the base tightly and then let go. His semen shot out forcefully. The first glob went up over his head towards the headboard; the second hit his shoulder. The next few throbs released cum onto his chest and belly. I could see the streams of spunk streak across his tanned chiseled abdomen. His face was twisted almost pain-like as he released his torrent of hot sticky cum. Cum that I, mentally, had caused. I smiled at the thought.
To prevent getting caught spying, I looked once more at my brothers gorgeous cock which was now deflating, and then silently closed the door. I went to bed feeling so naughty and fell asleep with the beautiful thoughts of what I just witnessed.
It was Friday night around 11:00pm when I came home angry. Jim and I had a great night out until we ended up in a stupid argument and I left his house in a huff. My phone was ringing off the hook as I got home, tossed my purse onto my bed and kicked my shoes off. I didn’t answer it however, knowing it was Jim wanting to apologize. I would let him sleep on his rudeness for a night. I quickly disrobed and put on just a T-shirt, as no one was home I didn’t bother leaving on any underwear. I went downstairs to the kitchen fixed a bowl of chips, poured a glass of milk, and then headed to the den to see what was on TV.
Mom and Dad were out at one of Dad’s corporate parties. Knowing they’d be drinking heavily they were to stay the night at the hotel where the event was being held. Bryce had gone out on the girl prowl with his best friend John and I couldn’t help but wonder what lucky girl my brothers’ fat cock was thrusting in to. “Some cheerleader probably”, I stated out loud with envy as I retrieved the remote control and laid back into the couch pillows under an afghan. Somewhere during the episode of “Sex in the City”, I guess I dozed off.
I opened my sleepy eyes slowly at the sudden sexual sounds that filled the now non-lit room and glanced to the television. Two men were screwing a gorgeous blonde kneeling on all fours. I heard my brother and John laughing and crudely commenting on what they witnessed on the screen. By the way they spoke, I could tell that they had been drinking and were feeling pretty good. As I feigned sleep, I watched the movie they obviously bought; “It sure as hell wasn’t cable”, I thought to myself. One guy lay under the girl and was thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. The second guy was straddling her from behind, holding her long hair like reigns and pounding his huge cock into her ass. The girl was screaming and writhing in absolute pleasure as both slippery cocks slid in and out of the girl’s two overly stretched holes. My mind again started wandering aimlessly, wishing I were that girl. I felt my pussy get increasingly damp the longer I watched. I felt my nipples pressing against the thin cotton fabric of my T-shirt, and with each heavy breath they rubbed gently against the fabric. As the two guys sped up and synchronized their thrusting, I had to suppress my moans as I watched them withdraw their throbbing dicks, then one at a time, spray the lovely girl down with their hot, huge loads of jism.
Bryce broke the sexual ice with his sudden comment, “damn I’d love to do that with my sister”. John just laughed and said, “You are one sick fucker you know that. But I guess having a sister that is as hot as yours, could cause a guy to think that way.” I was smiling at the sweet comments and wondering what I could do to get something started. With the movie, the comments, and all my wicked thoughts, I had become unbearably horny. I had an idea.
After a few minutes, I tactfully and slowly inched my T-shirt up enough that I knew my bare pussy would be in full view, and then, still pretending I was asleep, I tossed and turned slightly, kicking the afghan down just enough to reveal myself. As I felt the cool air of the room suddenly caress the dampness of my womanhood, I knew I was totally exposed.
It was only a matter of a few seconds that I heard the two guys whispering. Barely opening my eyes I saw them looking at my crotch with lustful eyes. Bryce suddenly moved towards me and whispered my name, “Brandi, Brandi, are you awake?” I continued to pretend I was sound asleep. “She is out cold,” he said to John. “She looks so hot man,” he said. They were then whispering too quietly to hear. I kept my eyes closed, knowing they were close to me. The next thing I felt was the afghan being slowly taken away. Then very gently my outside leg was lifted up and draped off the edge of the couch to the floor. I knew my legs were now spread and my pussy was very accessible to anything. I stirred slightly just as someone would that was sleeping.
The next thing I felt took me by total surprise. I felt the wet warmth of a tongue licking my inner thighs. Gently it lapped at my tender skin working its way upward. I felt the hot breath against my now wet pussy and then the tongue slowly slid up the outer edges of my excited lips. I did everything I could to not moan out loudly. I felt the tip of the tongue push, gently pry me open, and then slither its way into my tight opening. No hands or fingers were touching me at all, just a tongue. Oh but what a talented tongue it was. Embedded deep inside me now, wiggling artistically around, it lapped at my inner walls. I opened my eyes just slightly to see that it was my brother who was tongue lashing me with such perfection. Out of the corner of my eye I could see John standing, watching, and rubbing the crotch of his jeans.
I felt my hips involuntarily begin to swivel slightly and quiet moans escaped my sleeping lips. “She’s waking up” I heard John say, almost panic like. Immediately the tongue was removed from my pussy and again Bryce called out my name. I did not respond, but silently I was upset that he stopped. I smiled inside as he began licking me again. This time he licked my entire pubic region. He commented to John about how my newly shaven pussy was as smooth as a babies butt and so sweet. I had shaven totally, just recently, and every day I shave my legs, I shave my pussy, keeping it as smooth as silk always. I don’t know what it is about a bald pussy, but it drives the guys wild.
Bryce lapped at my cunny like it was a Popsicle or something, completely covering it with his warm tongue. Every now and then it would slip in between my pussy lips and lap all the way up. Suddenly he stopped and then gently locked his lips onto my clit and using his tongue and his lips he worked my clit over like I have never ever felt. I could not help but moan out loudly and my eyes opened wide. I screamed out “oooohhhhh Godddd yessssss….pppleeeease don’t stop..oh pppleeeeaaaasssseeee yesssss.” He did not stop, whether he wanted to or not, my hands grasped his hair and pulled his mouth firmly into my mound.
I begged for him to continue as I placed one foot on the coffee table and the other onto the back of the couch. I spread my legs almost into the splits. He continued the ravishing assault on my clit with his sucking lips and swirling tongue. I was sucked right into heavenly bliss, pussy first. As the first shudders of my orgasm raced through my body, he sensed this and stopped abruptly. I screamed for him to not stop, but he did. He stood and quickly took off his shirt, almost ripping it off. Bryce looked at John and told him to lose his clothes too. Then I watched as my brother undid his jeans, lowered them swiftly, underwear included and kicked them off. He was already erect and his huge cock reared up its ferocious head, followed by a fat rippled shaft that protruded from a tuft of curly hair.
I watched as John more apprehensively disrobed. He too was sporting a nice erection. He grasped it and pumped it in his fist a few times. I watched as his balls bounced between his legs. My eyes quickly turned to Bryce who was also pumping his cock. I couldn’t help but notice how perfect his cock looked. It was about 8; maybe 9 inches long, actually bigger than I prefer, and very thick. It had a perfect upward bend, just slightly and was otherwise perfectly straight. The head was perfectly proportioned to the shaft. And the veins, ooohhh the veins. They rippled so predominantly around the length of his meat. It was definitely a picture perfect cock.
He kneeled again before my spread legs and again began munching on my now dripping pussy. His hands pushed and squeezed my spread thighs as his mouth continued to work me over. He then sat up, grasped both legs, and turned me around so my pussy was square to the edge of the couch, and in line with his raging dick. I watched as he took his trophy cock in one hand and gently open me with his other. He then placed the excited head to the tight entrance of my Promised Land. With a gentle thrust he pushed the head inside with a pop. I felt my lips stretch wider than they ever have before and wrap tightly around the intruding member. They closed around the ridge of the bulbous glands at the start of the long shaft. I breathed in heavily at the first feeling of his immensely thick penis.
He did not move for a few minutes as I got accustomed to his size. Then he began the slow descent into my hot, tight tunnel. My pussy felt as if it were being ripped. “He was so thick”, I thought to myself. He continued to push, gradually pulling back then slowly pushing again. Inch after inch of super hard cock flesh entered my tightness and eventually was embedded completely. I screamed with each throb as the tip was touching me deeper than I had ever been touched. Bryce’ pubic hair tickled my bald pussy as I clamped onto his unbelievable cock. I could feel his balls squished up against my ass. I could not help but think of how heavenly it felt and then the realism struck that it was my brother’s cock that was buried so deep inside my pussy; my brother’s cock that hurt so good.
After a little while he began to move, slowly at first, then much more quickly. I watched as his cock pulled all the way out and then slid back in, all the way. Over and over he did this and I watched as his cock glistened more and more with my juices. The shaft was now coated with my excitement. With each thrust of his manhood, a scream and moans exited my throat. I am definitely a screamer, a very verbal lover. When I’m getting fucked, believe me the whole neighborhood could know. “For shit sakes John,” Bryce then said, “will you please do something to stop her screaming.” It took only a second for John to be standing on the couch, one leg on each side of me and his hard-on thrust into my mouth. His swollen cock instantly muffled my screams. As I sucked on John’s cock, Bryce began to fuck me much harder. As the pleasure began to grow, so did the pain that his huge thrusting cock was causing. My screams were much more intense now, which only seemed to excite John even further. He was now sliding his penis in and out of my mouth just as fast as Bryce fucked my cunt. I could feel the cum-carrying balls both slamming against my ass and my chin.
It was only a matter of time before John screamed out his arriving pleasure. I placed my hands on his ass and held him there as I felt his cock explode in my mouth. I drank as he spurted and spurted. His cum was so hot as it slid down my throat. Never letting his cock out of my mouth, I felt him throb repeatedly, as he emptied his entire load into my throat. I reached around to his cock and squeezed his balls gently. I took his pulsating member in my hand and squeezed it upward, licking up any remaining goo that I appeared at the tip. I continued to lick and suck on John’s cock well after it began to go limp. I did this until his legs were ready to give out. He climbed down off the couch and went and sat down in a chair across from us.
I reached down and held onto Bryce’ hips as he continued to thrust his mighty dick in and out of me. Again I was moaning and screaming with each powerful thrust. “I have dreamed of this,” he said to me. “I have longed to feel your pussy wrapped around me, Brandi. Now I finally have and it is much better than any dream I ever had.” Through my moans I told him that since the hot tub incident, I hadn’t stopped wishing to feel his cock inside me. He grunted and thrust himself harder. I could feel his cock head pounding up inside of me. I clamped my legs around his back until he grabbed them and brought them up over his shoulders. In this position his cock felt even bigger and longer. He thrust into me so much deeper now. From the fucking that my dear brother was giving me, my emotions were running wild, and my immense orgasm was racing forward.
With every powerful thrust he lifted my ass right off the couch. He reached forward and pushed my T-shirt up revealing my breasts. He grasped the full flesh in his hands and massaged them. My nipples perked up further against his palms. He then began pumping his cock at a furious pace. His hips were a blur as they drove his nine inches of flesh in and out of me. Suddenly withdrawing completely, he stood up, took his cock in his hand and then released it. I watched as the tip erupted like a volcano. His white hot cum sprayed across my face and my tits. He came over and over, soaking me with his seed. I licked up the semen that was on my lips and savored the sweet taste of my brother. I rubbed the hot cum around on my breasts and belly and then brought my hands to my lips to lick clean. I love the taste of cum. I watched his hand slide up and down his cock finishing off his powerful orgasm, until I was wearing every last drop of his sweet sperm. I leaned up, feeling the cum tickle my breasts and tummy as it slowly trickled down my skin, I grasped Bryce’ softening cock and took it in my mouth. The taste of my own juices mingling with his cum was deliciously intoxicating. I licked every inch of his glorious cock clean.
My pussy throbbed from the tremendous fucking I just received. It was sore from the friction the sheer monster had made against my tender insides. But I still wanted more. My orgasm was right there and had been building for a while now. John was ready to go again, and Bryce asked him if he wanted to fuck his sister. John’s eyes gleamed and he quickly replied “hell yea”. Bryce told him to lie on his back on the floor. “Brandi wants to ride you to heaven and beyond.” As John lay down, his heavy cock really got my interest as it slapped against his lower belly. Bryce said he’d be right back and left the room. I didn’t hesitate at all in moving toward John and straddling his hips. Once in position, I quickly grabbed his new erection and directed it to my well-fucked pussy. I sat straight down on him. As wet as I was, John’s nice cock slipped into the hilt, fairly easy. Still as tight as I was, I felt the lips stretch to accommodate his girth. Not nearly as big as Bryce, his cock actually felt much better. It was closer to the size I prefer.
He immediately began thrusting his penis into me. Soon he was lifting his ass all the way up off the carpet to pound his pole into me. I reached up and removed my T-shirt and threw it aside. John took advantage of this, pulling me forward, his mouth sought out my nipples and sucked on them hard. “Damn girl, you have the sweetest body I have ever seen. And these tits, they’re perfect.” He again went to nibbling and sucking on the globes of flesh. Soon Bryce came back into the room drinking a beer and announced that he was going to try something new. “I just know my lil’ sister has been longing to feel this. So I shall make her fantasy come true.” I was slightly puzzled at what he was up to. It didn’t take long to find out.
He rewound the tape in the VCR to the blonde getting fucked by the two guys. Immediately I felt a shiver go up my spine as I learned what his intentions were. “No way”, I immediately shouted out, “There’s no way I’m taking a cock up my ass. I have never done that and don’t want to start now. AND I’m certainly NOT going to start with yours, even if I did want to try. Your dick is way too big.” “Even better”, he replied, “A virgin ass, that I get to have first. I promise I’ll be gentle. Hold her John”. John quickly wrapped his arms around my back and held me tight. My breasts mashed against his chest. For the first time I could smell the alcohol on his breath and realized suddenly that these two were still quite drunk. I was competing against two strong guys that were fueled by hormones, alcohol, and lust and driven by the scent of an excited, wet pussy.
I panicked and fought against John’s grip but to no avail. I also pleaded with my brother to please stop. “This was just not funny any more,” I screamed out. The more I fought and wiggled the more I felt John’s cock throbbing inside my cunt. The more I screamed and panicked, the more excited my brother seemed to become. “C’mon sis, you know you want this. Two big cocks buried in you, side by side,” he said. “Both thrust up into your depths. Every woman fantasizes about that. Hell the only thing missing will be a third cock crammed in your throat to muffle your screams,” he continued. “Trust me, you will love it.”
He was right; I did want it and would love it, but was petrified. The sheer size of his cock scared me more than anything. Surely he would injure my tiny virgin ass. I felt him behind me and realized that I was in a perfect position for him to take my ass if he wanted to. The tiny puckered entrance was inviting him to come in and play. Skewered by John’s steel-hard cock and held down by him, I knew I could not escape the impending ass fuck I was about to receive. My mind was racing in a million different directions looking for a way out…
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The Nervouse Game

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The first Ride along part 3

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Two weeks had passed and it was the night Aden was riding again I was a little apprehensive since I had not seen or talked to him since he last ride. I wondered what he felt or if he had some how changed his mind about what we had done. I Pull up to the Police Station and he is leaning against his car. Wearing tight blue jeans and a nice tight around the arms pull over shirt. He was hot with a capital H. I rolled down the window and ask if he was ready to ride he laughed and jumped in the car. So what’s on the agenda for tonight, I laughed and said I guess what ever happens, about that time dispatch called me on the radio and said I had a domestic call at a residence close to where we were so I acknowledged them and we answered the call. I had to place the husband under arrest and take him to jail, this meant at least 45 minutes to an hour since the county jail was 50 miles from us. We made it to the jail booked our prisoner and headed back to our area,
on the way Aden began telling me about this girl he met and they had been on a couple of dates and he was hoping it would continue. I was kind of in shock that he was getting that serious with someone that fast, but he was exited about it and said she was so kind and sweet and hot. We made it back to the city limits and stopped by the convenience store for a drink and then went to the police station to finish up my report so it could be turned in by morning. While we were at the station Aden went to the bathroom and when he came out his dick was hanging out the zipper, I looked up and went to laughing because he had a big smile on his face then he walked up to the desk where I was and laid it on the desk and said, he missed you , I said oh really it don’t sound like it with this new girl to play with, in a joking tone. Aden then put it back in his pants and set down, he told me that they had not done anything yet and he was taking it slow with her. I finished up with my paper work and we headed back to patrol a while,.
After about thirty minutes or so Aden ask me to find a good place to park so as I was about to turn on a little dirt path he grabbed my had and put it on his crotch and ask if I was mad about him having a new girlfriend because I had not touched his crotch all night and didn’t seem interested. I assured him I was interested as I was rubbing his semi hard dick thru the tight jeans., I told him I thought he may not be. As I parked the car he already had his pants pulled down to his ankles and was stroking his rock hard dick. As I leaned over to suck his dick Aden stopped me and began kissing me his tongue slipped between my lips and explored my mouth for a long time, then he broke the kiss and looked me in the eye and said it didn’t matter how many girlfriends he had what we had was a forever thing. I had chill bumps all over me, nobody had ever said something like that to me especially a guy. As I leaned on down to take his sweet meat in my mouth I was speechless and just want to please him the best I could, I sucked on his dick and nuts slowly and intently and he was moaning and saying my name over and over getting louder each time, then he put his hand n the back of my head and easily forced his whole cock down my throat and began shooting load after load into my mouth. I just kept sucking till there was nothing left and his dick actually went limp in my mouth. Aden had his head back and was trying to recover. I set up and went to put the car in gear and Aden stopped me he said not yet is my turn to have you now.
As Aden began to suck and stroke my barely 7 “ dick I knew that I would never last more than a few minutes because he could really suck a dick better than any woman I had ever been with, it was the best feeling there was he would go down and twirl his tongue around it, and as he come up he would suck so hard it felt like he would suck the head off of it. And his hand was play with my nuts. Within minutes I was shooting my load in his mouth, when I shot my whole load Aden looked at me and swallowed hard and then got this big smile on his face. We redressed and made our rounds checking on businesses and store clerks.
Aden and me became best friends and had a regular thing for awhile he would stay at my house a lot and we had our fun in the pool shower and the bed. His Cock was the best I remember ever having to this day. He married the girl I talked about in this story and they had two children and I also married and had one child. I will always remember Aden and the fun we had.. We got together on a regular basis after he was married we would go camping on the weekends and do our thing. He was killed at the age of in a car crash, I stay in touch with he wife and kids. There are times I miss him bad but I do have memories.
This will be the last of these stories I just don’t feel the urge to continue this series about Aden.

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A Neighbor’s Dream

I watched her step out of the front door and walk over to her car. She had on white shorts and a black tank top. Her legs were so tan and long, I felt my heart start pumping a little faster. She leaned over to throw her purse in the back seat, which revealed a black thong peeking out of her shorts. That was enough to make my bulge pump with excitement and I had to unzip my zipper and release it. As she walked around the other side of the car to get in, I slowly started stroking my hard cock. The thought of just one chance with her was nearly enough to make me blow my load on the windowsill.
She was my neighbor, and her name was Hannah. She was a year older than me at 17, and the hottest girl at our school. Every guy dreamed of getting a chance with her, but none ever did. In fact I wasn’t even sure if she had ever kissed a guy before. But either way she was fine. She was about 5’11” with c-cup breasts that bulged out of her shirts. She was in amazing shape and her ass was the greatest thing I had ever seen. But the best part about her was her perfect tan. She would sit outside for hours a day tanning. I found myself watching her more and more lately and dreaming about how perfect her tits must be and how amazing she would look naked.
Fortunately I had agreed to fix some things around the house for her dad, which would give me a chance to talk to her sometimes. Every day I was over there she would walk down the stairs and ask if I needed anything. Once she walked down in just a towel by accident. She said she forgot I was there, but I knew that she was teasing me.
Well this day I was supposed to fix the floor liner in the hallway next to her room. Her parents were at work and she had just left so I had the house to myself. I started out working on the other side of the hallway and worked my way down past her room. When i passed by I saw her neat bed and a wet towel laying on the ground. I knew she had just got out of the shower and I had to smell her sweet scent. So I walked in the room and picked up the towel. It smelled absolutely amazing. The scent made me instantly grow hard.
Now that I was turned on I couldn’t help but explore the dresser near by until I found the panty drawer. I picked a few up and brought them to my nose. The scent was unbearable. I had to rub my cock. I pumped up and down with my left hand while I held the panties up with my right. It was so amazing that I didn’t hear the door open. I suddenly stopped.
“What the hell are you doing?” Hannah asked from the doorway of her room.
“I…I…..” was all I could sputter.
“Get out now!” she yelled.
I threw the panties back down in the drawer and ran out, not realizing my dick was still hanging out of my pants. Once I got outside she slammed the door shut. I couldn’t decide if I should go home or try to apologize. So I went back to work on the liner hoping she would come outside so I could explain myelf.
After about 10 minutes the door crept open. I looked up and she was standing above me wearing the same clothes she had on earlier. Except I thought I noticed a small wet spot right where her clit was. That thought quickly disappeared when she grabbed me by my arm and dragged me into her room. Once in there she told me to take off my clothes.
“Wait, why I am I taking off my…”
“Just do it or I’ll call my dad and tell him what you did.”
So I slowly pulled off my shirt and pants. I faced the other way when I took my boxers off, since my cock was already rock hard.
“Turn around.” she told me.
When I turned around her eyes lit up. I quickly turned bright red.
“Wow I’ve never seen one like that,” she said. “Now lay down on the bed.”
Not sure why, I just did what I was told. Once I was laying down, she started to take off her shirt. Slowly she pulled it over her black bra. Next she started unbuttoning her shorts to reveal the same black thong. Except this time I had a much better view. As her shorts fell to the ground and she kicked them off, my cock started pounding. So I slowly brought my left hand up and began stroking it.
“Don’t touch it or I will call my dad!” she yelled.
So I took my hand off of it and just watched. Next she undid her bra and let it slide off revealing the finest breast I had ever seen. As she tugged and squeezed them I wondered how she got that perfect tan with those amazing round nipples. As she rubbed one nipple between her fingers her other hand slipped into her thong and began rubbing frantically.
My bulge wanted to be rubbed so bad that it was hurting. And it only got worse when she dropped her panties to reveal a perfectly clean shaven twat. her thumb was rubbing her clit fast by now and she began to moan. Then she walked over to the edge of the bed and sat on it facing me. By this time one finger had slipped inside her slit and was working in and out. The other hand still squeezing her breast. She started to moan more and right when she was about to reach her climax she stopped.
Then she got on her knees and climbed over to where I was laying. She straddled my stomach and leaned down and gently kissed my lips. We continued to kiss for a while, the whole time her juices dripping down my stomach. Then she grabbed my dick and layed it flat on my stomach. She slowly moved down and wrapped her soaking pussy lips around it. She slowly began to move up and down, rubbing my dick across her clit, but making sure I didn’t penetrate.
The action was too much and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m about to come!” I yelled over her screams by now.
She stopped. “I want you to come inside me,” she said.
“But are you a virgin?”
“Yea but I already popped my cherry when I was younger.”
“What about a condom?”
“I’m on the pill,” she replied.
I agreed and she got on her knees straddling my cock. I held it up while she slowly slid it in. She trembled at first with pain. But after a couple of times up and down she loosened up and began to start moaning again. She started moving faster and faster. Finally I felt a tingle at my feet. It started to work its way up my legs. At this time she was screaming wildly, already at orgasm. Her pussy clinched tight around my dick only making the tingle even stronger. All of a sudden the tingle rushed over me, and I felt my first squirt of hot liquids shoot deep down her pussy. Wave after wave I shot my load until nothing was left.
It was the greatest orgasm I had ever had and from the looks of her face it was her best too. She slowly got up and stepped off the bed. She slipped her clothes back on and I did the same. As I got up to leave her room she walked me to her doorway.
She kissed me once more and told me,”Come back tomorrow and I’ll have something else for you to fix.”
I told her I would and left the house, already wondering what tomorrow will bring.
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SHOPLIFTER Chapter Five.

My parent’s friends always treated me so special. In their eyes I was the cute, perfect girl. A moment of panic past through me; what would they think if they knew the truth? What would they think if they knew I was no longer the innocent, young virgin they thought I was? What would they think if they knew I had been screwed by that big, black security guard? Now they knew I was in trouble.

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Love Hurts

I wasn’t only talking about sex with Carolina, I was talking about submission, sadomasochism, about limits… With Carol! She came out of nowhere and asked if I was familiar with it, then asked how a person knows she is into it… It just became the more unexpected and pleasurable conversation I had in a long, long time.