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Losing My Love Part 1

Hey Guys. I have read a lot of stories before so I thought I’d try and write my own. This is my very first story and I’m open to criticism from experienced writers and will take any input I can get. Enjoy!

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Son Helps His Mother Cope

Dennis awoke to the rattling of his train compartment. They were currently riding over a rough section of railing which had disturbed his slumber enough to wake him. He reached into his coat pocket and removed his cell phone to check the time. He was careful to tilt the phone so that to prevent the illumination from disturbing his cabin mates. He estimated it was sometime early morning due to the palely lit sky. His presumption was confirmed when he scanned the clock on his phone and read 5:23 a.m. He placed his phone back into the pocket from which it came and rubbed his sleep deprived eyes. The uncomfortable conditions in which the train held made sleep nearly impossible. He sat up slightly, as if to surrender to the battle of sleep, and scanned over his companions in the train compartment.
It was a smaller compartment; it seated four comfortably during the daytime, but became an unbearable fit during sleeping hours. Dennis was fortunate though, as he was able to stretch his legs across the booth styled seat located on his side of the compartment. He figured he was given this privilege due to him being the youngest member of the group.
On the opposite side of Dennis sat two traveling partners that had been forced to share the booth styled seat. One was male and the other was a woman. The male was seated as if he was prepared to eat at the dinner table, but was leaning in a direction which left his right shoulder pressed firmly against the morning-cold train window. On his left side sat the woman, who was also leaning towards her right attempting to utilize the male’s body for comfort. Her left arm had instinctively draped itself around the man, as if she was giving him some sort of half-hearted hug. They both apparently had found comfort as they were fixed in a deep slumber, made obvious by their slow relaxed breaths.
Dennis next shifted his eyes down to the female that was stretched out on the floor of the compartment. She had a blanket on top of her, that had been progressively pushed down her body during her deep sleep, so that now it was only covering her from her feet to her abdomen area. She was lying on her back with her hands pleasantly placed atop one another amongst her stomach. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was held open creating a raspy noise each breath in and out she took.
But these three companions of Dennis were not strangers, at least not complete strangers. The male female combination sleeping opposite of him are his brother and sister. The pleasant woman bunking on the floor would be his dear mother. I say not complete strangers simply because they are related through blood and are aware of each other’s existence. But if you placed those facts aside, you would truly get four travelers that were strangers. The Clark family had grown apart over the past years so much that each member had become unfamiliar with one another. If not for an unfortunate event, they may never have come together again.
The reason that this distantly-grown family was now traveling among the same train compartment now was due to their recently deceased father, Allan Clark. Allan was a lifetime explorer in a ways. He always wanted to do new things and travel all across the world. Having children had slowed him down a bit, but he would even take young Dennis along with him on his adventurous journeys. Dennis was easily the closest to his father among his siblings, and possibly even his mother. He knew everything about his dad and thought of him as a best friend and a great role model in his life. His father’s favorite quote was “you only live once.” He would say this to Dennis whenever he had doubts about anything. But it seemed Allan’s adventurous spirit had finally caught up to him. He had fallen rock climbing in France without using any rope. If there was anything good to say, it was that Allan went out the way he wanted to which was living life to the fullest and being adventurous.
But Allan’s unfortunate demise was taking an emotional toll on the entire Clark family except for Dennis. It seemed that Dennis’s close relationship to his father allowed him to understand that his death should not lead to mourning, but rather a joyous celebration of his incredible life. It was partly this as well as Dennis’s strength, both physical and mental, that kept him from being emotional over his father’s death. Allan was the strongest person Dennis knew in his entire life, and learned his own strength from him.
The train began to slow and eventually came to a stop at the Napoli train station in France. This was Dennis’s father’s hometown and now was to be the location of his burial. Later that day was the funeral ceremony for Allan Clark. Profound words were delivered by various people that had significant connections with Dennis’s father. Dennis delivered the greatest speech of all, leaving the majority of the audience in tears at completion. He hadn’t written anything down or prepared a speech. He just went up and talked about how his dad was the greatest man he knew and would ever know. Dennis, of course did not shed one tear throughout the entire ceremony, but could not say the same about his other family members. His mother, obviously, was having a difficult time holding herself together emotionally. She was clearly distraught from the loss of her life companion. Overall it was a beautiful funeral that celebrated the amazing life of an amazing individual.
Once the funeral and burial ceremony were complete, the family headed back to their house in Napoli. Allan Clark was a not just an adventurous individual but also a wealthy one. He was the CEO for a high quality outdoor equipment company in Europe. He owned property all over Europe and one of them was located in his hometown of Napoli. It had been ages since the entire family had been in this house. They only stayed in it for family reunions in Napoli.
The family was very somber through the rest of the day. They mostly stayed in their separate rooms and cried over the loss of their father and husband. It was becoming late, and the entire family had washed up and went to bed except for Dennis. He decided to retire about an hour later as he was exhausted from the lack of sleep on the train. He entered one of the two bathrooms amongst the house. This was the shared one with his siblings as the other was located in his parents’ room. He stripped down, showered, and dried himself off.
As he completed drying off, he took a moment to analyze himself in the mirror. Dennis was roughly 6’3 and weighed a solid 205. His pecks and abs were very defined as well as his biceps as he began to flex. His chest was somewhat hairy, but not overgrown at all. He had a great golden brown color to his hair which he slicked back in a business style. Because that was what he was. He had taken over the equipment company that his dad had and was a well thought of business man for only being 24 years old. His beard was neatly trimmed and kept at a very reasonable thickness. He turned around to check his ass as he always did. He loved to squat and knew it made his ass look irresistible to women. But most of all he focused on the area his father gave him. He played around with his cock and balls as he watched them in the mirror. He was blessed to have such a nice and large cock. He knew it was from his father as he had seen it many times before and was amazed at its size. He never trimmed his pubic hair as his father had never either. He thought of his great pubic collection as being just as impressive as his penis. Dennis simply looked up towards the ceiling and thanked his father for everything that he had done and given to him. Just as Dennis was about the brush his teeth, he heard a loud cry and then more loud sobbing. He quickly slid on a pair of shorts, with no briefs, and headed out of the bathroom.
He could tell it was coming from his mother’s room and he walked toward the door. He swung the door open and slowly stepped into the room.
“Mom? Are you alright?” Dennis blindly asked as he could not see much in the dark room.
He did not receive an answer but continued to hear his mother cry. He proceeded to her bed and sat on the edge of it.
“Mom? You okay?” Dennis asked once again.
“Come here sweetie.” His mother sobbed towards Dennis.
Dennis laid down next to his mother so that she could wrap her arms around him as comfort. She was crying hysterically and Dennis was unsure of what to do. So he just remained in this position. Mother and son hugging each other in mourning. Dennis didn’t say anything as he couldn’t think of the right thing to say. He hoped he was helping her by allowing her to hug him.
Dennis’s mother is named Kimberly. She is 48 years old and about 5’10. She has brown hair and is very tan as she hits the tanning salon often. She was a typical wife of a rich husband. She did not work but received all of the benefits of being rich. She had had plastic surgery many times, on her face, ass, stomach, and breasts. She did not appear to be 48 at all but rather about 30.
After a while, Kim fell asleep in this position and Dennis was stuck. He had not intended on staying here the whole night and frankly was uncomfortable sleeping like this. Once he was sure his mother was asleep, he began his escape. He gently raised his mother’s arm up off of him and placed it at her side. As he attempted to slide out of her grasp, he startled her. She was still asleep but dreamily wrapped her arm back around Dennis and pulled him tight to her. Dennis only had on a pair of shorts and his mother only wore a skimpy black night gown. He could feel her enormous breasts pressed against his chest. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, as her nipples were pointed against the thin fabric and were sticking into his pecks.
“Oh Allan. Yes. Hold me tight.” Kim mumbled in her sleep.
Dennis was now seriously concerned. His mother was dreaming that he was his father. He knew this wasn’t going to be good, so he furiously struggled to escape her grasp. She cried out a little and pulled him tighter and threw her leg over his body to really hold on to him. His mother was so close to him that he could feel the warmness that her pussy was emitting on his cock. Within seconds, Dennis had a hard on that was poking out of the band of his shorts. His mother felt this and instinctively reached down and grabbed Dennis’s cock in her hand.
“Ooo. Are you getting hard for me?” Dennis’s mom continued to say in her sleep.
Dennis didn’t know what was coming over him. He wasn’t fighting to escape anymore. Rather he was now enjoying this sensation. He knew he enjoyed it sexually, but played it off in his mind by saying that he was helping his mother cope with her loss by doing this. Soon enough Dennis was grabbing his mother’s ass and reaching his hand into her panties. All the while Kim was stroking her son’s cock and moaning in her sleep.
This fondling continued on for a few more minutes until Kim leaned her face in towards Dennis’s. She expertly guided her mouth to his without opening her eyes and placed her soft, luscious lips upon her sons. Dennis was startled by this development, as if this was worse than the groping. Passionately kissing his mother made it seem more serious to him, yet he did not make an attempt to stop. Rather he accepted her moist lips and even reciprocating the passion. This frivolous kissing went on for only seconds before Kim wanted more as she opened her mouth and aggressively thrust her tongue into Dennis’s mouth. Once again, Dennis was alarmed by this progression and did not immediately respond. After he regained his thinking, he began to join his mom in the passionate tongue wrestling. Dennis may have been partaking but in no way was he the aggressor. His mother was feverishly throwing her mouth about his and wrapping her tongue around his tongue.
During this mother son make out session, Dennis had become fully erect and was leaking an abundance of precum. As he simultaneously grabbed his mother’s ass and kissed her, he began to feel his load build within his balls. His mom reached back down and continued to stroke him as they both kissed. The resurgence of his mother stroking him created a serious problem for Dennis. He was going to cum, but didn’t want to. As soon as this thought entered his head, he began to realize what he was doing. Not only committing a terrible sin, but he was fooling around with his father’s woman. The man he idealized his entire life, and now he was completely disrespecting him just days after his death.
Dennis tried his best to contain his orgasm, but knew it was too late for that. He put forth a valiant effort, as it was not a typical orgasm for a male. The fact that he was attempting to not jizz, made his orgasm very anti-climactic. He retained a lot of sperm from holding back, but still quite a bit came oozing out and leaked down his shaft and onto his mother’s hand. He knew she was aware of the situation as her stroking had stopped completely and was now just grasping his cock.
“Oh, a little warm-up orgasm, huh?” Kim drearily giggled.
This statement planted fear into Dennis’s head. What does she mean warm-up? He constantly asked himself. He feared what he was warming up for. He didn’t want this to go any further, but it seemed it was too late.
Dennis’s cock never even changed shape after his orgasm. He stayed hard as a rock, and considering the taboo situation, it was no surprise to him. All of the sudden, his mom rolled out of bed and stood next to it. Dennis was uncertain of what was going on. Was his mother awake, or was this still part of her dream. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her night gown and lifted it over her head. As she pulled it off, Dennis’s suspicion about his mom wearing no bra was confirmed. Her magnificent tits were now fully exposed in the minimal moonlight that was entering through a small window located high on the wall. Next she bent down and slid her black panties down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and faced Dennis. He could now see her glorious pussy in the light now. He was surprised to find an enormous amount of pubic hair covering her vaginal lips. Her over the top bush turned him on even more. He didn’t think his cock could grow any further, but from the sight of his beautiful naked mother, it did.
She playfully jumped back on the bed and crawled over on top of Dennis. She slid his shorts all the way off of him and straddled his lower calves. She bent over, grabbed his cock, and placed it perfectly in her mouth. There was no hesitation on her part as she began furiously sucking his dick. With her other hand she began to play with his hairy balls. This went on for a few more minutes.
“Are you ready Allan?” Kim asked Dennis.
Dennis once again did not respond, but it didn’t matter as Kim was already beginning to get in position. She moved her ass further up Dennis’s body until her pussy was positioned right above Dennis’s erect cock. She reached down with one hand and straightened his penis so that it would align with her pussy. Again with no hesitation, she slid herself down on his dick until it was completely inside of her. At this point Dennis’s cock could not be seen. He looked down at the situation and only saw two large bushes of pubic hair interacting with each other. His mother continued to ride his dick and in minutes Dennis was ready to explode again, but this time inside of his mom. He wasn’t gonna hold back on this one. He grabbed his mother’s ass cheeks with his hands and squeezed them firmly. He was now aggressively slamming his dick into his mother’s pussy. She began to moan in pleasure and just as Dennis was ready to orgasm, he felt a strange sensation upon his cock.
It seemed that it was getting more difficult to thrust his cock into his mother. He then realized that she was also having an orgasm and her pussy was tightening on his dick. This created many dirty thoughts into his head that pushed him over his limit. He began to furiously cum inside his mother. His orgasm involuntarily made his hips thrust in and out of his mom’s pussy with more force and speed. He could feel every blast of cum release from his dick and knew his mom could to as her moans matched the streams of cum.
After the two’s orgasms, Kim collapsed on top of her naked son and began to snore again. Dennis knew she was really asleep now and figured he should leave. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he wasn’t gonna lose. He flipped his mother over so that she was lying naked on her back. He wanted the get an up close look at her amazing pussy.
He was now kneeled in between her outspread legs investigating his mother’s vagina. He ran his fingers through her luscious bush. Something about how much pubic hair she had turned him on. He guessed it was because no girls anymore have bushes. Next he turned his focus to her large breasts. He wanted to do one last thing and then he would leave. He straddled her abdomen and placed his large cock in between his mom’s enormous tits. Dennis squished them together to create a makeshift pussy that he could fuck. He thrust his cock between her tits until he was ready to orgasm again. This time he simply closed his eyes and allowed the cum to go wherever it wanted to. After a few seconds of blasting his load, he reopened his eyes to see what had happened. His beautiful mother was lying there asleep with huge streaks of cum across her face and into her hair. There were also globs of semen resting on her ample breasts. Dennis was satisfied with this and exited the room after retrieving his shorts.
He knew he had done a terrible thing, but he felt the pleasure and one time experience outweighed the negative aspects. He truly didn’t mind to be a motherfucker, in fact, it now made him horny whenever he thought about it.

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Fantasm

The demonic portal. Chapter 2

Myara continues her quest to the demon’s mountain to go and close the portal. She meets an enchanter who seems trustworthy at first, but he has a very monstrous challenge for the girl.

True Story

The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 22

Sandy’s homecoming
The Dead Heads had always had young and very aggressive muscle. Four years ago one of them had been a lad called Sandy. With the violence and aggression on the estate it produced some pretty fucked up people but Sandy was special even by our standards, I think he might have been a real sociopath. Four years ago a 14 year old Sandy went to a normal pub and beat a guy’s head in with a bar stool. Even on the estate GBH would still have gotten attention, in a pub off the estate something had to happen. Sandy, being crazy, hadn’t run away, he had sat at the bar and finished his drink, and the police showed up and arrested him. A room full of witnesses and a young thug he was going to go to jail. He did, the judge sentenced him to 10 years, but the British legal system didn’t work that way at the time, not properly. As a 14 year old he went to a young offender intuition which held him until he turned 18 at which point his juvenile criminal record was sealed and he was turned lose. That was why on this particular Wednesday I was sat outside the railway station waiting for him to come home.
Sandy was technically part of Eddy’s crew, but he had been a Lt before Eddy and after being inside for 4 years made things a little complicated. It would have been easier if Sandy wasn’t quite so scary, if he had been a no body he would have just folded back into the gang but his reputation was better than mine, so I was here to give him a real homecoming. Sandy came walking out, he was the older brother of Helen and like Helen was beautiful, not hansom, beautiful. He was the most beautiful man I have ever seen in real life tall, slim, high cheek bones, slim nose, pointed chin and full lips, shoulder length blond hair, and if he was a girl he would have been perfect. Too look at him he really didn’t look dangerous but like Helen it was only skin deep, his soul wasn’t black but he was crazy, you looked into his baby blue eyes and if you knew what you where looking for you could see all the fires of hell that he dragged around inside his head the only outward sign was the state of his knuckles.
I am going to give you a little tip here, if someone without a broken nose but with marked up knuckles is picking a fight with you run as fast as you can. To look pretty and be a fighter you have to be very quick or very good and Sandy was both.
I pushed myself off the car I was leaning on “Sandy!” I yelled. He looked my way with the stare of a demon, I met his gaze with my best mad eyes, knowing never to show your fear. Yes I was feeling fear for the first time in a long while but I wasn’t going to show it, I began to tap into the well of rage in my chest to quell the feeling.
“Who the fuck are you” his voice was like syrup.
“I am your ride” I nodded to the car “are you coming or what?”
Flea sat by the weal and I slide in next to him and Sandy got in the back “I expected a better welcoming comity with all I did for the gang, not two kids”
“I run a fucking corner and you will talk to me with respect” I growled “as for the welcoming comity there is business on today so think yourself lucky that you got me. I have been told to show you a good time, until there is a welcome back party tonight, keep you out of the way you know.”
“Out of the way, me, don’t they love me anymore.”
“You have been away for some time, business has changed and it was thought better that you be given some time to settle in before you go back to work” I turned to look back at him “Orders, you understand.”
“Orders… aye I get fucking orders, so where are we going?”
“First to see your family, I know your sister is very excited that you are coming home, after that we will find some distractions”
“You know my sister?” he asked
“Know her” Flea cut in before I could answer “she only wants to rip out his eyes and piss in the sockets”
“Aye but in her pretty, little, fucked up head that is the same thing as a long term relationship” I laughed back.
“Watch your mouth about my sister” the slick voice changed into a snarl.
“No offence mate, we’re just joking” we carried on in silence.
We pulled up and Sandy got out, Helen came running from the flat and hit him at high speed, wrapping her arms around him laughing.
“Why the fuck are we doing this” Flea whispered to me.
“Orders, we follow orders Flea and this is what Bob wants us to do. So keep your mouth shut and smile sweetly or I will bash your brains in” I got out of the car. Helen holding hands with Sandy pulling him towards the flat, she looked over her shoulder as I slammed my door giving me evils, I winked back and she turned away in disgusted. I smiled to myself, gods that girl hated me.
The flat wasn’t bad, at 3 bedrooms it was bigger than mine, and the gang had been paying out money to them while Sandy had been inside and the furniture was quite nice by estate standards. Sam was inside, she smiled at me the second I walked, so was Sandy’s mother, she was doing the best to hide it but the fear was coming off her in waves, so Helen might not see it but she knew just how fucked up her son was. She her been as beautiful as her children once but the years had not been kind to her, years married to an abusive husband until he drunk himself to death had taken its toll on her face, two kids had left their mark on her body and drinking, smoking and bad food had done their work. You could still see that she had been a looker and I wouldn’t have said no but she was well passed her prime.
The conversation was tense, no one knew what to say and it is for damn sure that my presence made it worse. I made eye contact with Sam “Hay, maybe we should leave the happy family alone. Come on I sure we can find something to keep us busy” I said with a grin “We’ll use Helen’s room, I promise not to make a mess.”
“Fuck you Rave” Helen spat at me
“That is what I was hoping”
I dragged Sam down the hall pushing open the door into a pink nightmare of a bedroom. I grabbed her by the face my thumb and forefinger pressing into her cheek bones and shoved her in the direction of the bed. She tripped and ended up on the floor, she looked up at me and smiled. I know it is clich?ut I am always a little worried about hurting a skinny girl during sex, I have known some that really like it rough and some that could take anything, but I still worried and I just don’t as much with big girls. You could take it even fervour with Sam, she could take anything, would do anything, and most of the time she loved it.
I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. She had skills, her tongue danced around mine and she sucked gently, I pushed her back onto the bed keeping our lips together as I went down on top of her. I broke off to pull her top over her head, it wasn’t exactly the most stimulating sight but I must admit the curves and bulges of her body had it own appeal. Her stomach hung over the waist band of her pants and her massive breast where barely constrained by a bra. I reached around her back and unclipped her bra and pulled it off. I had seen them before but they were still very impressive. There is no sexy way to pull off a pair of tight jeans when someone is lying on their back but I tried.
Her thong strings cut into her flesh making it swell around them in an enjoyable fashion so I decided to leave them on. I pulled the crotch to one side feeling the moister pull at them, I had never known Sam not to be wet, she was either very easily aroused, tried to keep herself that way, or maybe she was just always wet. I undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees, I didn’t bother to take them off, and pulled out my hard cock. I slapped my hands into the flesh of both her arse cheeks sending ripples running through her fat backside and trust into her. That was the great thing about Sam, you didn’t need prep work, didn’t need warm up or to go slow you could just fuck her.
She wasn’t anywhere close to tight but she was hot and wet. I pounded away at her fast as her body jiggled with each thrust. I took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back and she tried to stop herself screaming out, I laughed to myself and thrust all the harder. I pushed myself down across her back and fumbled around her to grab her breasts. I pinched her nipple hard and pulled it down, she made an animalistic nose in the back of her throat at that. I lets go of her hair and grabbed hold of the other nipple. I moved my hand in the opposite direction as a thrust so that her breast where stretched up or down making her give little yelps at the extremes.
I was close to climax and I didn’t old back, when I felt my peak approaching I pulled my cock out of her gaping cunt with a wet squelch and flipped her onto her back. I moved up her body and pushed my soaked cock between her lips, she bobbed her head up and down as fast as she could and I shut my eyes. I cock pulsed in her mouth as I spurted cum, I felt her throat contracted as she swallowed one mouthful and I kept going. When I was done I pulled out and grabbed her by the throat “Show me” I said my voice heavy with lust. She opened her mouth showing the think white liquid coating her tongue, she then closed her mouth and made a show of gulping it down.
I hooked my arm under hers and dragged her to the top of the bed so she was sat on the pillows, her legs spread. I pushed my middle two fingers into her with the other pressed either side of her cunt and my palm was pressed down on top of her clit. I moved my hand back and forwards so my fingers moved in and out of her but I kept pressure on her clit, I curled my fingers a little so as they were dragged other of her they moved along the front wall of her cunt grassing her G spot. Her own hand moved down to try and push me away but I grabbed it. “What are you doing Rave… stop, stop!… god… stop…mmmmm… please stop… Ow please… oh god please… I can’t… I can’t… please… Stop!… No no no… I am going to cum… god stop… I am going to cum… I am cumming… FFUUUCCKKKK!” She was well past the point of no return I pulled my fingers out of her and making sure I was well out of the way began to slap her cunt. She came, her body going ridged, her hips thrusting forward, and most importantly gushes of near clear liquid shot from her cunt and onto the bed soaking into the sheets were Helen would be resting her head. She clasped back, spent, and I wiped my hand across her chest.
“She is going to kill me” Sam wimped.
“Don’t worry about it she have worse thing to be pissed off about, and anyway she will have to get used to sleeping on wet sheet”
“What do you mean?” I just shrugged and went to find the bathroom to clean up, leaving her to worry about the mess I had made her make.
I walked out of the bathroom passed the kitchen and I stopped by the door when I saw people in there. Sandy’s mother was by the sink washing up, Sandy walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips in a way that very un-son-like, she froze, her body trembling a little.
“Did you miss me mum?” his voice followed like silk “I missed you, I missed you a whole lot” his hands started to move up and down on her hip “I bet you missed me, no one to keep you company” His right hand moved up and squeezed her breast violently “no one to treat you as the nasty little whore that you are” he moved his hand back down a pushed it into her pants “we can do all the things we used to do before they took me away from you” she started to shake her head slowly as he began to finger her “but there weren’t any girls for me to play with inside so I have to come up with other ways to have fun. Have you ever tried anal sex mum? You are going to love it when we try it. You are going to love it when I rape your arse” the last three words came out as a snarl.
“Please, please Alan stop this it is wrong” there was a quiver in her voice that wasn’t just from fear now.
“The name is Sandy. And you are right it is wrong, you passed you best, Helen now she has filled out nicely. I could do some bad things to that body, so I can play with you or with her, your choice, hell maybe I will make you play with her. Would you like to become a cunt licker?”
I moved away in disgust back down the hall and then started to make some noise “Oh Sandy, you done yet or do I go back and get more shit on your sister’s sheets.”
Sandy glided out of the kitchen “Yes I am done here, what do you have in mind?”
“I figure after 4 years inside you could do with a drink, just to pass the time” I said “come on lets go find a pub.” I walked after him passed the kitchen, his mother was standing across the room, her panties sticking out of her pants, her cheek flushed and her nipples clearly visible through her top. Tears flowed silently down her face as she watched us leave.
Most people have this view of a British pub as friendly places in old building with exposed beams and sports memorabilia on the walls and there are places like that but that wasn’t what a lot of pubs are. On the estate whatever 1960 had social architect had decided that the working class didn’t need places to drink so they hadn’t left space for pubs. But where two or more men are gathered in one place they will need drink, so pubs where thrown up on any spare ground around the estate quickly. These where a much cheaper builds than the rest cinder blocks, concrete and plaster broad. The pubs where depressing places were poor men spent what little money they had getting off their faces, heavy drinking and chain smoking, walls smoke stained, tables broken, and stains on the floor that never get explained. Everything just about worked but the beer was cheap and they didn’t ask question about age or ID.
We pulled up outside one of these places and Sandy got out again. “So what do you think about him” Flea muttered.
“He makes you seem stable, you can come and see if you like but stay more or less sober you still have to drive” and we followed him in. It was a dive but I have been in worse places. There were two men sat at a table in one corner that didn’t even look up as we walked in but other than that the place was empty, those people with enough money to drink in places where at whatever work they had mange to find. The barmaid was relatively attractive, she wasn’t all that pretty but was young enough for it not to matter, her clothes a bit too small for her chest and hips, make up plastered on heavily and I semi vacant smile that didn’t touch her eyes.
We picked a table and I got a round in as I was the only one with cash on hand, the barmaid smile got more genuine when she saw it. We sat and talked about the current situation on the estate, things where bad and nothing was changing any time now, we still hadn’t put ourselves back together after Cain and the other gangs where pushing us because of it. I was forced to greater acts of brutality to keep people afraid of me and with all the blades around it was only a matter of time before we had an epidemic of bodies showing up. We were talking politics, I was talking carefully as he was Eddy’s crew, when the problems started.
It was our third pint when the barmaid came to clear the empty glasses off the table. She smiled her ingenious smile as she began to put the glasses onto a tray, she did that just fine, but as she turned to leave she bumped into Sandy. It was only a small knock but it spilt his pint, only a small amount of liquid was spilt, and it set him off. She smiled and said sorry but he had started.
“I think you need to prove that you are sorry, I think you should lick it up” He said nodding to the small pool of spilt beer.
“I beg your pardon?” she said still managing to hold her smile despite the shock.
“You heard me, lick it up”
“I will do no such thing” she said moving away from the table and then he snapped. He jumped up sending his stool across the floor. He grabbed her by the arm sending the tray of glasses to the floor smashing them.
“I said lick it up” his voice going from syrup to snarl again as he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face into the table “now lick”. She started to stick her tongue out to lap at the liquid and she gave out a dry sob. One of the men across the room stood up, I got to my feet quickly.
“Sit the fuck back down, you don’t see jack” he hesitated for a split second “Sit!” he back down. I looked back at the table. The barmaid was crying openly now as she licked the table, the tears messing up her makeup, making black streaks down her face as he pushed it into the wood. Flea ticked, his face moving rapidly to the side, as he began to get excited and I dealing with two head cases was not easy.
“Flea go and get the car started, go on fuck off!” he move away. Sandy had his hand up the barmaid’s skirt, the ugly look on his pretty face made it seem slightly unreal. “Sandy stop that” his eyes turned in my direction but they didn’t seem to see me “Sandy remember what hadn’t the last time you lost your temper in a bar. Let. Her. Go.” It took him a moment to snap out of it.
“I just wanted her to clean it up” he said all smiles and charm the second he let her go.
“Sure, Flea is in the car, go on I will deal with it” he glided out as if nothing happened. The barmaid was trying to pick herself up, the front of her top was wet, her hair was a mess, her breast where spilling out of her bra, her skirt was pushed up so you could see her panties, and they had been push out of the way so you could she her pussy. She was a mess, her whole body trembling, and I was going to make it worse.
“I am going to call the police” she sobbed.
“No you are not”
“He assaulted me”
“And I will do far worse” I rounded on her, grabbing one of her tits and twisting it painfully “You know who the fuck I am. You keep your mouth shut you fucking slut you don’t talk shit about the gangs. Call the pigs and I will come back here to have a real word with you” I let go of her pushing her back, I pulled a couple of bills from my pocket and threw them at her “that is more than you are worth, make trouble and maybe I come back and do… very… bad things to you to make up for it” I said over my shoulder. I had nothing against her, I had nothing for Sandy, but they had to fear us more than anything, it was the only way it all worked.
I got into the car “A drink what was I thinking” I laughed “inside for 4 years you must be horny as hell, no wonder you went at that slut but do you really want to bust you nut on some girl like that? Let’s go find you some nice, blonde, big titted pro. You know someone with a few skills and you can have some real fun.”
It was too early for most of the street walker and I didn’t want to risk one of the more organised brothels as they were heavily controlled by King’s men and I really didn’t want to have to explain to Duke how I got one of his earners brained. Lucky most working girls on the estate were smack head, they either start working to pay for their addiction, start using to cope with being a prostitute, or half the time they are hook by their pimp as a way of control. I knew plenty of girls that used my corner. Young, wide eyed, newbies many seem like a good idea, they have certainly been used less, but most of the time they are a bad lay. Most of the girls in the middle of their life span, young enough to look very good but that have learned a few tricks, where mostly working straight for King’s men, so we were left with the other end. Girls at the end of the lift span, 30’s and 40’s, who have mad skills but are, well to be blunt, used up so they end up working the streets again. I knew the girl we wanted and where to find her.
Jane was early thirty’s, blonde, curvy, and with a lot of experience. She wasn’t top flight anymore after a John had slapped her around messing up her pretty face, her downward fall had come with a big drug habit, she made enough but a big chunk of it was being paid to me to keep her square. I made sure to know where all of my big costumers lived, it was good for business to be able to hold a conversation, and it was better of business to be able to hunt someone down quickly. Her flat was end of the corridor on the fifth floor of the block, one blue door among many, it was out of the way and if she was happy to live there I doubted she brought Johns back very often. I banged on it until it was open on the chain and she peeked out. Her nose had been badly broken and poorly reset, she had scars under her right eye on above her lip, and they were small imperfections but they put her from stunning to normal. Personal I had always found scars on a girl quite sexy but I know it puts me in the minority.
“Got a job for you” I said, holding up a set of bills.
“All three of you?”
“No just him” I nodded toward Sandy.
“Are you going to take me somewhere?”
“Nowhere to take you, can we could in?” I asked, her eyes lingered on the money, addicts they are all the same.
“Give me a minute” she shut the door and I heard talking inside.
“She not a looker is she” said Sandy.
“Just wait until you see her body, I would do bad things to that body” snickered Flea.
“I plan on mate” and we where let in.
It was a nice place of a junky, the only real evidences that an addict live there was the blacken spoon set by the ash tray. We sat in the living room and I expected Sandy to take her back to her bedroom but he didn’t.
“Considering it is Rave’s money we are spending I think he should get a little something” he said “so how about you strip off us, give him a little show.” Jane did as she was told and began to move her hips too music only she could hear. She knew how to strip, most people don’t and it becomes a set of clumsy movement to take of clothes, but she knew. Artfully timed removal of her clothes as she span and her ample hips swayed in a rhythm that was relaxing. She took of her bra slowly, teasing, holding it to her body until she let it fall keeping her hands placed over her nipples, she move then in slow circles as she danced so that her breast moved in and out until she let go. The bounced free as she move her hands up to run them though her hair arcing her body in an appealing way. She slid her panties over the curve of her arse and then shook the muscles in her legs making her arse bounce and her underwear fall to the floor. She picked them up with her toes and kicked them to Sandy.
“Are you going to take me to bed now” She said holding out her hand to him. As he started walking towards one of the back rooms suddenly he darted for the other door. The was a scream and he came out holding a girl by the hair, she was too young to be in a gang, eleven, twelve at most.
“Look want I found spying on me, I don’t like people spying on me” he twisted her hair making her scream again.
“Please, she is my daughter, please she is just a kid don’t hurt her she didn’t mean it” Jane begged.
“She doesn’t feel like a kid to me” he said running his hands over the bumps sticking out of her chest “you don’t think you’re a kid do you” he purred into the girls ear “and anyway she licks to watch, she can come and watch, she need to learn how to be a cock sucking whore like her mother.”
“Sandy put her down” I barked.
“Why would I do that?” he asked. I opened my mouth to reply but found I had nothing, she wasn’t in a gang so the was no protection there, the only sway her mother had was with a low level pimp that would consider himself lucky if I didn’t kick the hell out of him for fun, we where alone so the was no chance of the pigs being call, and afterwards it wasn’t as if a hooker is going to call them on us, she wasn’t even that young if she had looked nine or something I could have made something of that. The only reason I could come up with for Sandy not to have his way with the girl was the I felt it was morally wrong for him to force a girl that young, but that wasn’t the kind of argument a drug dealer made, even as a thought it I knew it sounded weak, I would not look weak, not with Flea watching.
“I am only paying for Jane” was all I could come up with, and the big part of me that loathed myself laughed inside my skull calling me a coward.
“No worries I am sure this young thing will do it for free, come on” he spat at Jane.
“No I won’t do it” she said shaking her head.
“Listen bitch, I am going to fuck this one mouth but I am still going to come in someone cunt, it can her yours or…” he pulled the girl’s hair again making her scream. A dejected Jane was lead into the back room to play games with a mad man and her daughter.
We sat there for the best part of an hour and a half, screams and moans came from the back room, some clearly of pleasure, some clearly of pain and the more worrying ones to were far too hard to tell. After a loud scream from Jane’s kid followed was followed by sobbing that slowly change into moans of ecstasy Flea began to tick. He was muttering to himself “he is fucked up” over and over but his eyes showed excitement not discomfort. Sandy walked out covered in sweet, stark naked apart from his socks with his clothes in one hand and walked in the direction of the bathroom.
“Make sure he cleans himself up and get back in the car, it is time, and I will go deal with them.” I told Flea and walked towards the back room. The girl was in the foetal position curled in the corner, her arse was a vivid red and she had scratch marks running down her skinny back, there was bruising beginning to form where her hand held her ribs. Her mother was hunch over her cradling her head, her shoulders moving up and down as she sobbed. I felt a spike of lust run through my veins at the sight and began to become aroused, I was sickened by my reaction to this seen of desperation and felt a stab of nausea, I let my rage flare brutally crushing the other emotion competing in my brain. I must have growled because Jane’s head shot up and she looked around in a panic her eyes fixed on me.
I walked over to her across the small room slowly, in no hurry, I squatted down so I was looking her in the eyes, tears had made black lines of mascara down her marked up face. I took her hand in mine a pressed a handful of notes into her palm. It was more than two girls would make in a night, the second I had that thought I had to wonder how long until the girl was turned out to earn, hell she already had sex for money now the rest was just a matter of degrees. I managed to make it halfway back across the room before she snapped out of her stunned state.
“You think I want your fucking money” she screamed throwing the notes at my back, they didn’t make it as they split apart and fluttered down around the room “do you know what he did to her, what he made me do to her, you think you can put a price on what he did to us”
“I think” I said slowly not bothering the turn to look at her “that could tomorrow when the need is on you and you are clucking for your next fix, you won’t give a fuck how many time you have to sell her arse to get high. Then you will bring some of that money to someone like me and all your problems will go away at the end of a needle. You have a long way left to fall and by the end you will be passing her around for much less than that. So I think she should get used to it.”
“Bastard” and I left.
We pulled up outside a block of flats.
“I thought we were going to the party at the YM” said Sandy.
“That is later, this is a private gathering, just a few of us to give you a welcome back.” I got out of the car.
“Sandy, here take this” I handed him a knife blade, cheap, six inch of steal folded into the handle, legal to carry, I had one just like it, so did Flea “it is not safe to walk around without one nowadays” he took the blade and headed of “lets end this” I muttered to myself.
I let him into the flat and he push his way in walking quickly to the centre of the room and stopped dead when he found it empty. He turned to look back at us and Flea put himself purposely in front of the door.
“What is going on, where are the others?”
“This is a private gathering. Just a few of us. To welcome you back. There are no others, just you and me.” I slipped the knife from my back and click the blade into place.
“Why are you doing this?”
“You are unstable, unpredictable, and that makes you bad for business or at least that is the reason they gave me but personally you are a mad dog and mad dogs get put down.”
“And today?”
“That was order, Bob thought you deserve a good day of freedom before we killed you, I have to follow orders. You know how it is”
“Did Bob order you to give me the knife?”
“No that was me, whatever you are now you use to be one of us, you need a fair chance”
“Fair with him here?” he nodded towards Flea.
“Flea knows better than to interfere. Don’t you Flea? I would kill him myself if he did and he know it, you get passed me you can go. I don’t know how far you will have to go before King gives up on you, once he set his mind on someone he can be quite persistence I hear” I smiled to myself “so go for it already so I can kill you and go to a party you twisted little wanker.”
He snarled and flew at me, his blade snapping out as his arm struck at me viper fast. Bloody hell he was quick, I have never fought anyone else that fast, I had to jump back to avoid the slash. I was close but not quite quick enough as the tip of his knife slicing through my clothes and ripping a bloody slash across my collar bone. I barely felt the sting as I span away from his reverse stroke as I let my rage free from the centre of my chest. Fire ran through my veins as the adrenalin shot through my body, the world slowed, and my vision tunnelled red. He came at me again, my body move like it was in treacle as he glided towards me but that didn’t matter. I was a young god, alive again, and no matter how quick he was he would fall to me. We ducked and weaved around each other’s blades until I stepped in, I let his blade crash into my wrist guard and swung inside of his body, now it was his turn to jump back quickly. He tried to pull the same trick on my reserves stroke but his blade had been met by metal and leather mine was met by a few layers of cloth, the blade slashed open his forearm cutting deep.
He was quicker than me but I was better, I knew how to knife fight, I walked around ready for it, and he didn’t. He was use to fist fighting and even then he relied on his speed, his stance was a bungle of tells once you got passed how quick he was, I could read each move and he was going to die. His elbow moved and I was already moving out of the way. His head jerked back just in time so the cut that would have blinded him opened up his cheek. He struck low and I had to wrap my hand around his wrist to stop the blade, my own blade stuck again for his face but he manage to get his forearm in the way. It was a test of strength with him in the better passion and it wasn’t long before I could feel the tip of his blade pressing into the flesh of my tight, I felt the blood start to flow as I pulled back my head and smashed my forehead into the bridge of his nose.
He jerked back and tried to move away, blinking the water and white spots from his eyes, holding his blade in front of him trying to ward me off. I smiled to myself whatever else happened with the blood flowing from his cut cheek and broken nose his pretty face would never be as beautiful anymore. I slapped his blade out of the way with contempt and stepped in close slamming my knife into his chest. If you ever find yourself stabbing someone with a light blade don’t go for the chest, first you have thick muscle to deal with, then half the time you will hit ribs or sternum, and then most of the time you will get lung which will kill someone but not fast enough that they won’t have time to try and kill you. But with practise the is a sweet spot, just to the left of the sternum, and I mean just to the left, between the third and forth ribs with the blade angled slightly upwards. I gave a small movement of the blade and then ripped it free and blood poured down is chest.
I lets the body fall and turned to Flea, I was breathing heavily, I could taste the bitter flavour in my throat, my voice sounded shaky when I spoke “Remember this lesson boy, we are monsters, barely functioning animals whose job is to hurt and kill for money but the is a line. If we go too far we become ‘bad for business’ they will kill you, well no they will have me kill you.” He was staring at Sandy “Do you understand me Flea?” he nodded dumbly “good lets go to a party.”
The was a party going on at the YMCA, I doubted that most of the people there knew that Sandy had come home today, and of the few that did most knew he wouldn’t be coming. I was still bleeding quite profusely so I push my way up stairs grabbing some random girl along the way and headed for Bex’s room. She wasn’t in it, there was a girl asleep in a small cage in the corner, I pulled my shirt over my head and found a needle and thread and passed them to the random girl.
“Patch me up love” I said as I slumped down against one of the walls, the girl bent over me and went to work on my chest when Bex showed up. Stacie was in toe as was Alyssa, that girl had come a long way in the few months since she had joined the gang and was now one of Bex’s favourite play things.
“How did that happen?” she ask.
“I gave him a fair chance” and then I winched as the stitches snagged. Bex walked over and pushed the girl out of the way.
“Give me that” as she took the needle “sooner or later you are going to have to stop doing these things or you are going to be all scare”
“Yes mother” I shut my eyes and let her do her work. She complained at me about taking risks more and more these days, but then again it was her that gave me fresh patchwork when I got cut up. There was a noise by the door and I open my eyes. Helen was pushing through the door.
“Where is my brother?” she shouted. I said nothing, just sat there and let her take in the fresh cuts. “What did you do to him” she screamed and flew across the room at me, Bex stopped her half way across the room and she spat at me.
“I would be careful if I was you” I said my voice heavy “your rank was based on the fact that your brother was coming home, he isn’t anymore, so until you find some nice big cocked Lt that will protect you until he gets sick of fucking that tight arse I wouldn’t upset me, you have no idea the bad things I could do to you.”
“Eddy would never let y…”
I started to laugh “You think I did jack to one of his crew without his word, I don’t think he is going to be looking out for you anymore. Now get the fuck out of here” and she ran.
“What are the odds I break her in by the end of the month” Bex said to me, biting her bottom lip.

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Wardrobe for sale. Wife not included.

This is the first story I’ve posted here. I wrote it about one of my favourite themes: my wife with another man. It’s not perfect, but I was keen to write a whole story from start to finish, rather than getting bored of a story midway through due to a misguided sense of perfectionism.

True Story

An uncle’s story

I have been lusting after my niece for years now. It probably started when she was 13. I had always had a thing for her mum, my wife’s sister, Susan. She is gorgeous, long blonde hair, thin supple body, and big tits. When it got cold or she got excited, Susan’s tits stuck out an inch, and she did nothing to hide them. In fact I think she did everything to show them off to me.
My niece, Kirsty, looked almost exactly like her mum, except she had light brown hair. As I said, I started to fantasize about her when she was 13. She was visiting, and had just got out of the pool after a swim. She was wearing a cute 2 piece bikini, which didn’t cover much, when I noticed her tits. They weren’t that big then, about a size 32B, but her nipples stuck out about an inch just like Susan’s did. At that sight, I started getting hard, and quickly dove into the cool water of the pool to hide my erection. When I had regained my composure, I got out and went inside. That night, I masturbated twice before I was able to go to sleep.
I didn’t get to see Kirsty much. Her family moved away shortly after that visit, and I really only got to see her about once a year, when her family came for a visit or my family went to visit hers. I tried to ignore my lust for her, and I did it succesfully for a couple of years.
It was during a visit to her family that our relationship changed. Kirsty was 15, and had developed into a gorgeous young lady. She was a bit of a hand full for her parents, but I always got on well with her, and she never misbehaved when I was around. Her tits were now quite large, 36D. her hair was long, resting halfway down her back, and she had the face of an angel.
One day, my wife Helen, Susan and Kirsty were on the beach and had been there most of the day, and it was starting to get late in the afternoon. Susan had been showing her body off to me as usual. Her usual method was to wait until I was looking in her direction, and she would stretch, or turn over, or a hundred other little things that seemed innocent but weren’t. It got me worked up as usual, and my cock got very hard.
About that time my wife and Susan decided they would go home. I was in no condition to leave, walking up the beach with a cock sticking out the front of my swim suit is not a good look, so I decided to stay a while longer. Kirsty asked her mum if she could stay too, and Susan agreed. I was lying on my stomach hiding my hard cock. I sat up to kiss my wife goodbye, and tried to hide my cock. I gave her a kiss and they left.
There weren’t too many people left on the beach, and as was usual we had got a spot away from the crowd anyway.
Kirsty positioned her towel next to mine and lay down on her stomach. She was wearing a bikini which was very skimpy, and she spread her legs. I watched as he bikini bottoms disappeared into her arse crack.
As they walked away, Kirsty said, “I saw mum teasing you.”
I said, “I don’t know what your talking about.”
She said, “Don’t play dumb with me, I saw your cock when you kissed Helen goodbye, mum did that to you, didn’t she?”
I didn’t know what to say. She continued, “Have you fucked mum before….is that why she teases you?”
Again I didn’t know what to say. I said, “Um, I…..uh….don’t think that’s any of your business.”
She said, “You have!! I knew it, mum is always saying how hot you are”
I said, “Kirsty, we shouldn’t be discussing this.”
She said, “Mick, don’t worry I won’t be telling Helen. But could you answer me just one question?”
I thought about it for a while, and I figured it couldn’t hurt. “Ok just one”, I said.
Kirsty said, “I always wondered whether you ever fantasized about me.”
I was stunned….what do I say? I said, “Where is this coming from?”
She said, “I see things. I see mum teasing you, I see perving on mum, and I see you looking at me the same way now. So answer me.”
I was skating on thin ice and I knew it. I had been presented an opportunity here, and I’d be a fool to pass up on it. On the other hand, I could be getting myself into a heap of shit here. I let my cock think for me and said, “Ok yeah, I have had the odd fantasy about you.”
She said, “Really? I have to admit I have fantasies about you too.”
I got hard again, and I wanted to know where this was going, so I said, “Ok what do we do about it?”
She said, “Well I think we should do want we want to do.” With that she turned over onto her back. She very suggestively brought her hands up under her tits, cupping them. Then she pinched her nipples, which stood straight up.
I said, ” Don’t you think that’s wrong, after all you are my niece.”
She said in a low voice, “If you don’t want me, just say so.”
I growled, “Of course I want you, but I tell you this, we do it all or we do nothing.”
She smiled and said, “I guess we’ll have to see what happens.”
She stood up then, got her towel and shook it. I had no idea what was going on, but she kept packing up. She said, “Its getting late, we better go.” And with that she started to leave. I got up very quickly and said angrily, “I am NOT going to be teased like this.”
Kirsty turned around, stepped up to me, pressed her body next to mine, grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers. With her only free hand, she reached down and felt my cock, rubbing it through my swim suit. As we started to kiss, I parted my lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth. I reached up and cupped her tits, pinching the nipples hard, making them stand out. She moaned, my tongue met hers, and we kissed like this for what seemed like ages before she broke it off. She said, “I am not teasing you, I want you badly, but if we don’t get home it’ll be sus…..besides this is a bit public, don’t you think?”
I had to agree. The whole thing conspired to have me at full mast again. Luckily there was nobody on the beach anymore, and as we walked home my cock softened enough not to be noticed.
That night we ate dinner and started watching a movie. Halfway through the movie, I got up to go for a drink, and found that Kirsty had followed me into the kitchen. She was wearing a satin nightie that barely covered her arse. I was wearing satin boxers and a t-shirt. As I was bending over to get a can of soft drink from the fridge, she came up behind me, and fondled my arse, reaching between my legs to feel my balls and cock. I gasped, not expecting that, but loving it all the same.
I instantly got hard, and Kirsty acknowledged that by groaning. She said, “Mick, I really need you tonight.”
I turned around to face her and not caring about being caught I took her into my arms and kissed her, moving my tongue into her mouth. She responded with her tongue and we stayed like that for a few minutes. I said, “ok, but we’ll have to wait until the others are asleep.”
We broke apart, and I returned with my drink, Kirsty calling out that she was going to bed.
After about an hour, the movie ended and we all went to bed. After 20 minutes later, my wife was asleep, so I got up and went to Susan’s bedroom, and heard her sleeping.
I then went to Kirsty’s room. When I went in. I saw her sleeping with just a sheet over her. I thought damn it, but I was too excited, and my cock needed to be buried in a pussy that night.
I went to the bed, and gently pulled the sheet back. Kirsty’s nightie had ridden up to expose her pussy. I was very surprised to find that she had been shaving her pussy, because she was completely bald. My cock stood to attention.
I knelt beside the bed and reached over to cup her pussy. She stirred but did not wake up. I then applied a bit of pressure to her thighs and they parted. This gave me access to my prize and I went for it. I moved my middle finger down and started to slide up and down her slit, and on every up stroke, I dipped in to her cunt to lubricate my finger. I smelt her musty pussy juice, and it was what I had hoped for.
Kirsty moaned softly, and spread her legs further apart, it just made it easier for me. With my other hand, I slipped up underneath her nightie, and started to fondle her tits, lightly pinching her nipples. With my hand under her nightie, it made it ride up exposing her stomach. I knew I had to taste her skin, and so I started to kiss her stomach, licking it, dipping my tongue into her belly button. I stopped sliding my finger up and down her slit, and found her clit, rubbing that hard and fast. Her pussy juice flowed out in buckets.
It was the final straw, and with all the stimulation, Kirsty woke. She groaned, “Oh fuck Mick, what are you doing to me?”
I said, “Just what you wanted me to.”
Just then Kirsty shuddered and cum, hard. After she stopped, she sat bolt upright, and that forced me to stop and sit back away from her. She then whipped her nightie off. She then said in a low voice, “My turn.”
With that, Kirsty stood me up, and pulled me boxers down. As she was doing that, I took my t-shirt off. She leaned in and engulfed my 6 inch cock. She was sucking as if it was going to be her last cock, and I was loving it. She was swirling her tongue around my cock head, and gently kneeding my balls. She did this for a few minutes, and then changed tactics. She started to deep throat me. I wasn’t going to last long, and I told her. She ignored me, and I felt my balls contract, and I knew I was going to cum in her mouth. I said, “Ohhh baby……I going to…..cum.”
Kirsty did something then that I would never have dreamed would happen to me. She dipped her middle finger into her pussy, finger fucking herself for a few moments, then she pulled it out, and reached through my legs, and drove her finger into my arse. Kirsty hit my prostrate on entry, and that pushed me over the edge. I spewed my load into her sweet mouth. It was as big a load as I can ever remember, and she swallowed the lot.
I laid on her bed beside her, and we cuddled. I said, “Fuck that was awesome, you were awesome.”
Kirsty said, laughing, “You know, I have never been woken like that, I think I like it.”
I started to get hard again, and I pulled her close and kissed her. As my tongue swirled around in her mouth, I tasted my cum, and it made me harder.
I kissed her face, and moved to her neck. I nibbled at it, and she groaned softly. I moved lower, and paused at her tits. I licked and sucked and nibbled her tits, which became erect like little cocks. I moved lower licking my way to her belly button, pausing there for some time, kissing and nibbling her stomach, before I went lower to her pussy.
Kirsty, by this time, was wriggling on the bed. When I got to her pussy, I licked up and down on the outside of her lips, teasing her by darting my tongue in every now and then. She started to beg me “Please fuck me, I need your cock……..please”
I wasn’t listening. I pushed my tongue deeper, licking up and down. My hands found their way to her nipples, pinching them as I licked. Kirsty grabbed my hair and pulled my head into her pussy. I then found her clit, and just licked it up and down, pressing my tongue hard against it.
It was too much for Kirsty, and she cum for the second time that night. As she cum, her pussy juice flooded into my mouth, and I drank her sweet nectar.
I then climbed up between her legs, positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and plunged in to the hilt, she started to moan loudly, and I covered her mouth with mine in a kiss, as much to stop the noise as it was to let her have a taste of her own cum.
I started fucking her hard, pulling my cock almost all the way out, with just my head inside her, and then plunging in as far as I could go. Kirsty lay there for the first few minutes just feeling the senstations, moaning softly, “ohh…..fuck me……ugghh…… shit I love this……do me Mick….fuck me…..” She then started to fuck me back, meeting my thrusts with her own. I started to fuck her hard, and she fucked me hard. I felt I could last forever, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I thought how lucky I was, fucking my beautiful niece. I fucked her like this for about 15 minutes. I felt her have 2 orgasms when her pussy clenched my cock, and then it was my turn.
Just before I was going to cum, Kirsty said, “…..oh shit……I’m……cummmmiiingggg….” And with that I felt her pussy convulse around my cock, and that made me tense drive as deep and I could get within her hot pussy, and then……..explode!!! I gave her 5 or 6 good squirts of cum deep inside her pussy, before collapsing on her and start an embrace.
I pulled out, and found I was still hard……I have never been hard immediately after cumming twice, but I was this time, probably cause I was still turned on by fucking my niece.
Kirsty said, “Your still hard?”
I said, “Yeah, and I know what to do with it….turn over baby.”
Kirsty turned over. and got on all fours. I came up behind her, and took hold of her hips, driving my still hard cock into her cum soaked pussy. I fucked her like this for a few minutes, and pulled out. She looked over her shoulder and said in a disappointed voice, “Mick why did you stop?”
I didn’t answer with words. I put my cock to her puckered arse, and thrust. As I had a good coating of her and my cum, my cock slid straight in. Kirsty grunted with pain, and said, “Stop it hurts.”
I said, “Give it time baby, it’ll be ok.”
I stayed still, my cock buried in her arse. I leaned over and took a hand full of her hair. With my other hand, I reached around and found her pussy, and started to run my finger up and down her slit, paying a lot of attention to her clit. Kirsty started to moan and that was my cue to start to fuck her arse.
I thrust in and out and the feeling was incredible…..she was so tight. Even though I had cum twice already, the sensations were so incredible I wasn’t going to last long. Kirsty didn’t last long at all either. All of a sudden she started moaning loudly, “ohhhh……fuck…… me……I’m cummiiinnggggg……”
With that she cum, her arse clenching around my cock so hard I thought it would break off…….she flooded my hand with cum, and she went limp.
It was too much for me………..when Kirsty’s arse clenched, I thrust deep, and spewed my cum into her bowels. I also went limp, and we collapsed onto her bed, as my cock popped out of her arse.
We embraced and kissed for about an hour after that. Kirsty said after a while, “You better get back to bed.” Reluctantly I agreed, and so I got up and left, slipping back into bed without my wife knowing I’d left.
The next day, Susan caught me alone and said, “Did you hear anything last night?”
I said, “Like what?”
She said, “Like moaning….coming from Kirsty’s room”
I felt a little uncomfortable, and said, “No. Was there a problem, is she alright?”
She looked funnily at me and said, “She’s OK. By the way, we need to talk later.”
I now felt she knew something. I said, “Why not now?”
She said, “Wait till Helen goes to the beach, we’ll hang back and then we’ll have a talk, OK?”
I didn’t think it was ok, but had no choice. I tried to sound normal when I said, “OK, can’t wait.”

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Realising Im a Lesbian.

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Diary

Naughty Night Nurse

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Fantasy

Encounter at Denny’s

Chapter 1
This sounds like something out of a porn movie, but it really happened.
I’d stopped at the local Denny’s restaurant for dinner the other evening after work. I was just sitting there, reading the paper and drinking my iced tea, when a family walked in and took the booth next to me.
I glanced up — I’m kind of like a bird with a shiny object when it comes to reacting to movement in my field of visions — and wasn’t terribly excited by what I saw at first. In came mom, kind of dumpy, followed by a second adult woman. Then, a slightly chubby but still cute younger blond girl stepped through my field of vision.
Then, my eyes almost popped out of my head as in walked one of the most perfect teen bodies I’ve ever seen. Wearing a tiny pair of tan shorts — just loose enough yet tight enough to outline the shape of a potentially amazing ass without looking painted on — and a tan, spaghetti strap shirt, the slender brunette sauntered in. She paused as the blond slid into the booth ahead of her.
Trying not to stare too obviously, I found myself wondering if she was wearing panties. I could see the straps of her bra on her shoulders, but the waistband of her shorts began just below the top of the crack of that amazing, teenage ass and there wasn’t any indication of underwear showing. I remember thinking, if she was wearing panties, they must be extremely tiny.
The waiter came and got their order. Mom and the second, older woman got up to go to the john. Apparently, I hadn’t been as surreptitious with my viewing of the girls because, as soon as the adults were gone, she turned to me and smiled, showing braces on her teeth.
“Did you get a good enough look at my butt?” she asked, grinning.
My head about exploded as I started looking for ways to quickly exit the restaurant. I considered just jumping through the big, plate-glass window across from me, but her next words stopped me in mid-thought.
“I like being looked at,” she said, nodding toward the cell phone sitting beside me on the table. “Can you get messages on that?”
I nodded, still struck dumb by the unbelievable situation I was finding myself in.
“What’s the number?” she asked, pulling her cell phone out.
I told her, watching numbly as she entered it into her phone. She grinned again, pushed a few buttons, then watched for my reaction as my phone buzzed, indicating an incoming message.
I opened the phone with numb fingers, pushed the appropriate buttons and, soon, a photo message appeared on my screen. I triggered the download function and, there before me, was a small image of the girl sitting across from me, topless, with her hands covering just the nipples on her perfect teenage breasts.
I looked up at her, my eyes bugging out of my head, I’m sure, as the phone buzzed again. She’d moved across to the other side of the booth, which left her sitting right in front of me with her legs spread slightly. I realized, even as I downloaded the second photo she’d sent me, that my mental question about her wearing panties was being answered, and that answer was, ‘No.’
Her thighs split apart, allowing the leg opening of her shorts to open and me to see up her leg to a lightly furred, bare pussy. Either she was too young to have hair on her lips, or she shaved, because her labia were completely bare and glistening, even in the little bit of light that managed to creep past the leg opening of her shorts. She grinned and the younger blond almost laughed out loud as I just about dropped my phone into my drink.
“Check out that one,” she said. “Quick, before her mom and my aunt get back.”
I looked down at my phone, feeling my already-hardening cock shoot down the leg of my jeans as it reached full erection. It was again an image of her, this time with the younger blond also in the photo. Both were topless, with rock-hard nipples capping their young, firm tits.
At that point, as I looked up at her, I saw her eyes dart behind me. Realizing what that meant, I quickly closed the phone after hitting the “save images” button. Moments later, mom and auntie returned and the little brunette stood to let them slide back into their seats.
As she stood, she put her hands in the pockets of her shorts and pushed as if she was digging for something in the bottom of the pockets. What this did, though, was push the front of her shorts down until I had a clear vision of just the top of a tiny patch of pubic hair, slightly darker brown in shade than the hair on her head. Her tiny nipples popped on her perfect tits, poking through the material of her bra and shirt. I just about came in my jeans.
She sat down with her back toward me, the change in position of her shorts allowing me one final glimpse of the crack of her perfect teen ass. I figured the show was over, proceeding to eat my salad. When finished, I paid my check and headed home, thinking this young teen exhibitionist had left me with enough mental material — as well as a couple of actual images — to jerk off to for quite some time to come.
In fact, upon arriving home, that’s just what I did. I downloaded the images she’d sent me to my laptop computer and stroked my raging cock to a massive orgasm, cum coating my fingers, hand and arm as I shot, while gazing at the four teen tits on the screen.
The immediate pressure relieved, I began reading emails and finished up some paperwork I hadn’t had a chance to get to at work during the day. The little brunette vixen was still in the back of my mind as I concentrated on the boring statistics I was perusing. I finally finished up the paperwork and settled in for another boring night of television.
I was about halfway through some science fiction movie on the tube, not really thinking of anything, when there was a knock on my door. Looking through the peephole, my cock once again grew to full erection in seconds.
I was looking into the smiling face and braces-encased teeth of the little brunette from the restaurant.

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