Dillon’s 26 year older brother Ryan recently moved back in and now they’re getting along REALLY well. — This work of FICTION contains incestuous sex with a minor. If this is not what you’re into — or it is illegal for you to read this where you are — then DON’T!!??
A pirate has risen from the dead to unleash hell on all who cross his path, an unfotunate stripper is quite unfortunate.
Slave missy is introduced to “The Whipmaster.”
Kyle learns how to enter the Hidden Realm while Aaliyah tries to dominate her captor.
I fuck with my new boy toy during Homecoming week..
Girl decided, that she can be naked also in winter
follow up to earlier story which is besr to read before this one
My wife attacks me while I’m under the car fixing it.
She was a stranger, that was apparent, and her short brown hair and pale skin looked as out of place in the dingy bar as the proverbial diamond in the rough. This was normally a working/drinking man’s tavern and the few females who frequented the establishment tended to favor peroxide and rayon. So I kept my eye on her from the first, getting my mug of Miller from the bartender and slipping off to one side by the jukebox. She was just sipping on what looked like a liquid cocaine and sitting on her stool, wedged in between a mute sailor and a behemoth of a biker with “KC Sons” colors on the back of his oil-spotted denim jacket. They paid her no mind though, too intent on their own imbibitions, so I made note to myself to watch and wait.
The jukebox at that particular joint sat near the back hall that led to the bathrooms and I hoped to intercept this young beauty either on the way to play some music or take a piss. Instead, she continued to sit idly while I was jostled out of the way by drunkards and subjected to a mealy-mouthed four-eyes who insisted on using the jukebox’s satellite search engine to find Spandau Ballet.
Half-way through “True” the sailor jerked himself up out of his funk and lurched off his barstool. His elbow narrowly missed knocking over the young girl’s drink but still swept her piled collection of bills and change off the bar and onto the floor. He just wandered off towards the front door without noticing, walking with that sort of half-shuffle gait common among those who’ve been out to sea for too long.
The brown haired girl jumped off her barstool and began to pick up her money. When she bent over I could see the back of her blue jeans with one rip neatly underneath her left buttock and the strap of her orange panties that peeked out just above the waistline. I wanted to see more. I would see more, I told myself with an inner smile.
“Can I help?” I asked as I walked over, all innocent, like I was just some friendly chump without any ulterior motivation.
“Yah? Oh, yes,” she said, glancing up at me. I couldn’t place her accent. Somewhere in Europe was the closest that I could come. One look into her eyes though and I knew that I was lost. They were the gray and violet of far-off stormy skies above desolate seas.
I helped her gather up her loose change and took the opportunity to ease myself onto the bar stool recently deserted by the clumsy sailor. I soon discovered that she was “on holiday” from somewhere unpronounceable in the Carpathians and was just passing through on her way “to meet old friends”. Well that was all good and all and I kept feeding her drinks while I kept up the banter with a stream of “uh-huh’s” and “I know what you mean” until it was near closing time. The lights came on and she looked even better.
“So, would you like to come back to my place?” I asked, leering perhaps a bit more than I intended.
“Ja…er..buli? Entyi-pentyi? Oh, Yes!” she nodded rapidly. Her eagerness seemed almost touching.
And then there we were down the street and up a flight of creaking stairs to my second-story hovel. I had nothing to say and she had too much, fumbling over her English in an effort to get her point across. I had already come to my conclusion, but she was still reaching hers as I gave her some bad boxed wine and turned on the stereo in the living room to some hip-hop pop dance station.
So dance she did, holding onto the glass of wine which threatened to spill but never quite did. I just sat back on my couch, grinning and admiring her body as she moved it to the music. Finally she set the glass of wine down and started to raise her burgundy blouse, teasing me with brief displays of her belly.
“Show me more,” I told her, trying to sound authoritative.
She raised her eyebrows at me for a moment and the pulled the blouse off over her head, keeping her boobs strategically covered the entire time.
“You like?” she asked, giving me a hungry look, as she dropped her shirt on the floor and finally showed off her perky little tits with nipples hard enough to put a man’s eye out. Then she started to play with her nipples, squeezing them in between her black-painted fingernails with a grin.
“Oh yes,” I murmured and then I was on her, kissing her lips at first before I started to suck on her neck as I reached around to cup that sweet ass in my hands.
“That tickles!” she suddenly laughed and slapped me on the chest, stepping back and eyeing me. “I know what you want, armasarule.”
“Do you?”
“Oh yes, I do,” she smiled as she fell on her knees, pulled my cock out of my pants and sucked it into her wet mouth, grabbing onto my balls with both of her hands.
I looked down at her in surprise as she kept her eyes on mine, looking back at me with the hint of a smile on her busy lips, until my hips started to jerk. That’s when she popped my hard cock right out her hot mouth.
“Oh nyet, no, not yet, you. I’m not done with you yet,” she said and pushed me back down on the couch.
With that she stood up, unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them and those orange panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of them as pretty as you please. Her dark pubic hair had been shaved to a narrow strip, exposing the folded crease beneath that promised so many delights.
“Is this what you like? Is it?” she teased as she spread her legs slightly and pulled apart her labia to expose the pink. “Vreau sa te fut,” she murmured, whatever that meant.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Show me more.”
“More?” her gray eyes lit up as she spread apart her pussy even more to show off her glistening wetness while she used her left index finger to run circles around her clitoris.
“Oh yeah…that’s what I like,” I said with my cock pointing straight out at her.
That’s when she walked over to me and it was on.
“Nici macar nu stii cine sunt,” she murmured softly as she climbed on top of me and straddled my cock, impaling herself on my hardness. I grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her down even deeper.
“Oh!” she blurted out while I fucked her and kissed her breasts, alternating between her left and right nipples. I liked to suck them into my mouth and then flick them with my tongue until the woman cried out in ecstasy. That had always worked before and this time seemed no different.
I kept my hands on her ass, squeezing it, with my cock inside of her. Her groans and moans were almost too much and I knew that I had to stop before I unloaded inside so I pulled her off and laid her down on the couch. Her eyes were wild and her breath ragged from the exertion and I smiled down at her, letting my fingers caress her wet and open pussy.
“You like that? Did you like that?” I grinned, putting my index and naughty finger inside of her with my thumb rotating around her clitoris.
“Oh yes,” she breathed and stretched out, lazy like a cat. “Put it back inside of me.”
I was always willing to please so I spread apart her thighs. I held myself up with one hand and with the other I held onto my cock and rubbed it all across her pussy before I plunged it inside of her.
“Fute-ma…fute-ma,” she started to moan over and over like some weird Chinese incantation. I didn’t care. I had put her legs up over my shoulders while I thrust my rod into her tight little pussy, a hot little box that squeezed me with every stroke.
As she writhed underneath me she started to change, making noises like an animal, and I liked it. I even liked the bitter smell that started to emanate from her in rancid waves. I was ready to explode and didn’t even hardly feel, didn’t even mind by then, when her teeth punctured my jugular and she began to suck.
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A tale of how a young boy comes of age one summer
There was a “glitch” in submitting this story earlier, forcing it to be re-transmitted. Sorry for the difficulty. This story is a further continuation of the “Getting Cindy Fucked” series. In part two Hank had devised the solution to providing a steady stream of willing lovers to satisfy Cindy’s obsession with threesomes. In this chapter, another man is invited to share Cindy’s insatiable pussy. As noted in the previous two parts, the story is fictional, yet based upon real people and genuine circumstances. As before, names and details have been changed or modified to provide anonymity.
The final of the story
I watched him from across the room, I pretended to watch the video game machine, and not really watch him watching me. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a satin red jacket. His black hair was flipped on the ends and tousled. He was with one of my close friends; I wasn’t very sure how she had landed a guy that looked like this one. He was the new guy in school, new and very dark and handsome. He had a mysterious air about him that I decided right off the bat was just arrogance. Perhaps, he was just testing the water, I had news for him, he had picked the saint of the bunch of my friends, and I was the lowest of the bunch, the bad girl more or less. I moved around the video machines, aware that his eyes were on me at all times. The relationship with my friend as I had predicted was very short lived, he as indeed a bad boy according to her. He had come to her house afterschool. She lived on the farm just up the road from me, she had showed him the animals, taken him up on the hill behind the house and lastly apparently to her room. He had gotten “forward” according to her and attempted to touch her tits. I had to laugh when she told me this, how ridiculous. I had, had many boyfriends, while I was still a virgin I at least let the ones I dated for a while maybe touch my tits, and I didn’t freak out about as she was. She was going to break up with him but she was afraid to tell him. Worse she wanted me to talk to him and see if I could get him to stop being “forward” with her, and perhaps they would be okay. She had told me he was just a phenomenal kisser with the greatest set of lips, and the best tongue she had ever let explores her mouth. Begrudgingly, I agreed to talk to him. She gave me his phone number. That afternoon I got home, I pulled the piece of paper out of my jeans and was about to pick up the phone when I realized that my hand was shaking.
I sat for quite some time and tried to regain some composer to make a call. So I sat and calmly picked up the phone, I dialed the number and listened to the ringing in my ear. Two, three, finally on the fourth ring a woman answered the phone, I asked for him, she politely told me he wasn’t home yet, and she could take a message. I sat for a second, should I leave one? Yes, I decided I left my name and phone number and hung up the phone. I went to the kitchen to make something to eat I was starving; my only other activity was to go to the family room where my sister had the Electric Company promptly tuned in as she did every afternoon. The phone rang, I yelled that I had it, and ran to my bedroom; I answered the phone, “hello”. There was a pause, and he said my name, I knew it was him. He had sort of a quiet raspy voice that sounded like heaven in my ears. He sounded somewhat surprised that I had his number, and was calling him. We chatted about random things for a few moments when I decided to get down to the meat of the conversation. I told him that I was calling because my friend had asked me to, that she had certainly decided he was too forward and needed to break up unless he would stop. He asked me what I meant by that. I could feel my face heat up, what was I going to say? Finally I said, “Look y our touching her places that she doesn’t like.” He was quiet then I heard him chuckle. He told me that he was breaking up with her anyway, the plan was to meet me, and the only person he knew that knew me was her. Or so he tells me….
I was turning 16, a 16th Birthday party was what every girl at that age dreams of. My parents allowed me to invite as many as I wanted, they had a ton of food and drinks, and volleyball etc… The only problem was it was hotter than hell on my birthday. I had a nice tight pair of new Jordache jeans, the popular jeans of the 1980’s, a half shirt that was pink and purple stripped. We ate, had a good time, and toward the end of the night after the guy of my dreams cooked at the party we decided to retire to my basement for a game of spin the bottle. Of course secretly I prayed that the bottle didn’t land on him and anyone, and not me, I didn’t want my first kiss with him to be in front of anyone else. Low and behold as fate would have it the bottle landed on him and my cousin, she was more than willing to get her mouth on his, she made sure it was a long grinding kiss. I could feel my temper starting to rise, and she knew I had it bad for him the last few months since he had broken up with my friend. He and I talked every night, night after night for the last several months. Finally, he pulled away from her, rather forcefully, everyone laughed. Finally the night began to wind down, it was just he and I left at the house. I walked him outside to the truck it was dark finally and no one was out on our property as it was pretty large and not many neighbors in the area. We talked and I fiddled with my fingers, and was afraid to look him in the eye. He took his hand, and chucked it under my chin lifting it toward his face. His lips brushed softly against mine and then the kiss deepened, he pushed me against the truck as his tongue hit mine, and sent a shiver down my spine. The kiss lasted to me what seemed like a lifetime, and when we finally drew apart I gasped in cool air. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.
I sent him on his way that night, and went upstairs to my room; I lay in bed thinking about that long kiss, and what it had meant. He was the hottest guy I had ever kissed, hell he was the hottest guy I had every laid eyes on that wasn’t in a magazine. I thought more, and more about that kiss, when I touched my lips, I ran my ring finger over my bottom lip and down my chin to my neck. My hand trailed down to my firm, large breast I reached into my pink cotton gown and softly stroked my nipple. It was hard, and I softly pulled and then squeezed rolling it gently between my index finger and thumb. My pussy was throbbing, and most definitely wet through my white cotton bikini panties. I ran my hand down my flat bell gently, because that turned me on more. I reached the edge of my underwear and my fingers slipped into my panties. I could feel just the top of where my soft long hair started. I ran my fingers further feeling the top of my lips. I moved my hand down my lips gently stroking them. My fingers could feel the wetness that seeped from between my little slit. My breathing became shorter and heavier, I was turned on as I continued to think about his lips on my lips. I spread my legs apart, and moved my fingers into my parting pussy lips. I reached in and felt the silky wet skin of inner lips. They were slick and wet; I reached up and touched my little hard clit. I rubbed the right side of it in the spot that would make me reach orgasm. I stroked that spot until I could feel that hot feeling that started deep in my virgin pussy. It got hotter and wetter and I moved from my clit down my hot lips right into my tight little hole. It was wet, and hot and smooth; I put in two fingers and began to move them back and forth while the thought of his lips moving down my neck to my tits kept coming to my mind. Of course it hadn’t happened that way yet, I was a mess. The orgasm racked my little body, my legs stiffened, and my thighs tightening and trembled as a thick creamy cum ran from my pussy onto my fingers.
We had been dating four months, every chance we got no matter where we were, he was kissing me, I let him reach into my shirt and rub my nipples. I had even let him take my tits out, and put his mouth around my hard little pink nipples. He also had his hands in my pants as often as he could I let him rub my clit, and finger my tight little hole. His cock would be so hard through his jeans. I of course wouldn’t let him fuck me. But one day, after much torment about it internally I decided I was ready, I had been teasing him for months. I was just scared he would go away forever and not come back. And I loved him so I needed him to love me too.
We had talked about it, finally the night came, and we were out driving, and decided that we would go to an old deserted dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Unrolling sleeping bags, I was a nervous mess, but I wanted him anyway. In the back of the truck he held me close, kissed my face, and down my neck. My heart was in my throat and beating until I thought it would surely come out. He made his way down to my breast, unbuttoning my shirt; he reached into my white bra and took out one tit at a time. He kissed them and lightly stroked the nipple with his hot tongue. I was beginning to quickly get wet. I knew that I need to do something for him, so I reached down and began to rub his hard cock through his jeans. He reached down and helped me out by unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. I reached in and took his hard cock in my hand. I stroked it slightly being sure to hit the head each time gently so I didn’t hurt him. He had my shirt and bra off before I knew it, and was unzipping my pants. His breath was hot on my neck as he breathed I could hear a ragged catch in it. He was so very hot, and I was so horny and wanted to give him my little cherry. He reached up and pulled off my jeans and stroked my hairy little pussy. He opened my lips up; I was so excited I was wet and wanting to feel him deep inside me. He ran his fingers closely along my lips and hit my clit, I quietly came. I’m not sure that he was aware that I had an orgasm. His cock was hard, and he slipped it into my pussy. I took a deep breath in as he moved to his own rhythm deep into my pussy. His cock was hard, and hurt as he stretched my pussy out. He kissed my face and my neck as his cum filled my pussy full.
The first time I had sex was not exactly spectacular, I was scared and cried afterwards but the second time he fucked me was the best sex I may have ever had.
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As you slowly undress me,
my pulse rate quickens until it’s hard for me to breathe.
First I feel your lips, then your soft caress.
next you’re sucking strong, on a round taut breast.
as your journey continues south
i’m biting my tongue and trying not to shout.
By now i’m moist…
nope negative, not moist but wet.
I feel your tongue going up and down my thighs.
You look up at me and i tell you its time.
for you to take me there, even if you don’t get yours
please let me get mine.
Without hesitation your tongue and my southern lips intertwine.
You wrap your tongue around that little bud I call my clit.
swift little licks and a series of well orchestrated sucks
i’m arching my pelvis and literally fucking your face
your tongue has entered my tunnel, and its sliding in and out of me
i’m basically on the brink, lost, totally engulfed by passion.
I explode, you stick your tongue deeper trying to get all my cum and suck it out of me.
As the last wave of my orgasm subsides, you great me with a passionate kiss.
I lick all my jism off your glistening face.
I roll you onto your back, and pinch your nipples.
Your smiling deeply because you know what comes next.
I repeat the trail of kisses down your body, as I approach your triangle,
I’m at the junction that makes you a woman, I relish being with you on more time.
Giving you one last look, my head is buried deep within your pussy.
You moan and I prceed to take you where you just recently took me………
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A brother and sister discover their sexuality together and finally admit they are in love with each other.
Three young adults explore budding lust
Bo meets up with Mya. She turns out to be his “dream” girl.
When Danny drinks a mysterious potion, he gets the power of mind control, and uses them in some naughty ways!
Aliens board a captains ship. Sometimes the past comes to haunt you.
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Hello, I am not great at writing stories, hope you enjoy part 2 of this story
I’ve been mulling this over in my head for quite some time now as to whether I should put down some very erotic memories into a permanent form and to share these events with a global audience. I did decide, obviously, to finally share these stories. These stories will be broken into parts and this is the 2nd installment. The overall story is of how a bet I made with a female friend turned into a lifelong obsession with having sex with women who were sisters. I have been lucky enough to have had 3 sets over the last 20 years, but I am always on the lookout for a 4th.
I know this story is long, but I hope you enjoy it.
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Harry Potter Fanfiction. This is the third story in the promise series.
Master Jay’s party turns out to be much more than some of the guests bargained for.
