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Daddies girl is a slut

Kelli was a 15 year old girl, her mother was always busy with work and her dad worked from home helping people fix their computers, she had matured quickly, getting her period and growing into her breasts at the age of 12, so by now she wore a size 32C and she noticed her dad (Jack) would stare at her whenever she entered the room, making her very uncomfortable so she would quickly leave and would keep her arms crossed over her chest if she couldnt leave the room. one time she came home from school early and was shocked to see her dad fucking her mom on the couch, she managed not to gasp and was slowly backing out of the house when her dad looked up and caught her, he smiled and held a finger up to his lips signaling her to be quiet as mommy hadnt noticed her yet, he shook his head as she kept backing up,signaling he wanted her to stay and watch, she was very uncomfortable and stared at the floor, her face getting very red as she heard her dad grunting, his hips slapping her moms as he pounded into her, she kept hearing her moms moans and it appeared she had orgasmed multiple times, but her dad refused to stop until Kelli looked up, he looked into her eyes as he slammed into her mom one more time filling her with his cum, he then nodded his approval for Kelli to leave and she dashed out as quickly and quietly as possible. Why had her dad fucked her mom in front of her, why had he made her stay, was he gonna tell mom, oh god that would be so humiliating. She stayed away from the house as long as possible hoping that would give her parents time to finish and get decent, hopefully she would be able to erase that visual from her head soon. when she finally went home her mom was back at work and her dad was upstairs working, she went into her room and began to work on her school work, she heard her dad coming downstairs an hr later and hoped he would stay away, no such luck, she heard a knock at her door and then he just barged in, he had no respect for her privacy, he couldnt even wait for her to answer before barging in, why bother knocking. “yes dad?” she asked barely hiding a sigh of frustration “why where you home from school so early?” he asked sitting down next to her and stroking her back his hand running over her back, it kept grazing over her bra straps and she shrugged uncomfortably, subtly shifting so she was out of his reach “there was a malfunction with the schools computers and we couldn’t do our work with them so everyone got sent home early” her dad looked at her disappointedly “that sounds like a load of bull, you arent lying to me are you?” she shook her head in confusion “no dad im not lying, why would i lie?” he sighed and put his hand on her hair, stroking “well you know me and mommy have our only alone time together when your at school, is that why you came home early, to disrupt that?” his hand started to fist in her hair and she got a worried look on her face “no dad i didnt know that, i swear there really was a computer problem you can check it out if you dont believe me” she grabbed at his hand and tried to pull his hand off, he just tightened his grip and lowered her head so she was face down on her bed “im really disappointed in you for lying to me, your gonna pay for that” he then pulled her pants down, his hand pushing her face into the bed as she struggled, then he pulled down her panties and pushed them down to her knees with her pants, he then pulled her over his lap, tucking her legs underneath one of his, pulling her hair hard when she tried to pull away “daddy! daddy what are you doing please stop your hurting me!” her hands clasped and clawed at his hand on her hair, screaming when his free hand smacked her ass cheeks hard “its not supposed to be pleasant Kelli, you lied to me and this is your punishment, now let go of my hand” Kelli kept clawing at his hand now and he smacked her again harder, pushing her face into the bed till she struggled to breathe and finally let go, he then let her up for air “good girl now take your punishment like a good girl, and dont say anything to your mom or you can expect a lot worse, she has a lot on her plate and she doesnt need to deal with this” Kelli nodded whimpering and still panting for breath when her dad shoved her face into the sheets again and his hand began raining down harsh smacks on her ass, she screamed into the bed and thrashed her legs, squirming and crying into the bed, quickly becoming short of breath with her face shoved into the sheets, every so often her dad would lift her just enough for her to gasp for breath before shoving her back down, he smacked her ass till both cheeks were flaming red then he just started rubbing her ass, trying to calm her as her sobs shook her whole body, he let go of her hair and slowly pulled her panties back up along with her pants, she was to upset to feel his hard cock pressing against her side and he quickly shifted her off of him “now im gonna call the school and see what really happened and ill be back soon ok sweetie?” Kelli pulled away from him and buried her face in her pillow as she tried to calm down, 15 minutes laters her dad came back “sweetie im really sorry i spanked you, it turns out you were telling the truth, it just sounded like a load of bull to me, let me make it better” Kelli whined as she felt him slipping her pants and panties down again, trying to pull away “no daddy please dont touch me” he just dragged her to him and over his lap again “now Kelli calm down im not gonna hurt you, im trying to help, so just hold still” he began to rub some cold ointment onto her stinging ass, she cried out at first, but soon it started to help and she quieted and calmed down, wiping her tears away, when he finished rubbing the cream in he fixed her pants and panties again “you know Kelli while im sorry that i spanked you for something you didnt do, upon further reflection you did need it, you were very bad for watching while me and mommy had our private time together” Kelli jerked her head up, confused and a little angry “b-but dad! you made me watch” he rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh “come on now Kelli why would i do that, that is very private special time for me and your mom, and here you are watching and now lying about why you did, do i need to remind you what happens when you lie, cause i thought we just covered that” Kelli whimpered and shook her head, her dad smiled and let her off his lap “good glad to hear it, dont let it happen again” he chucked her under her chin “now get up and make some dinner, your mom will be home soon.” Kelli nodded and got up, she didnt want to get punished again, she didnt know what was wrong with her dad but she didnt want to push his buttons so she made spaghetti and when her mom got home they all sat down to eat, she couldnt help but whimper and wince as she sat, her ass stinging again, even the fabric of her clothing hurt her, her mom asked what was wrong but she just lied and said she fell down at shool, feeling her dad glaring at her and seeing his smile at her answer, apparently it was ok to lie when it covered his ass. it was only a few days later when her dad was bugging her again, her mom had had to leave town the day before and she was gonna be gone for a week, he barged into her room while she was on the phone with her friends and told her to get off the phone, she did so quickly. “your on the phone too much” he said, grabbing it from her, it was probably somewhat true, but still why did he have to be so mean about it “fine” she muttered and grabbed her homework and started to work on it when she felt his hand fist in her hair and twist her head to face him “dont get attitude with me young lady i have enough problems with your mom out of town, i havent gotten off in 2 days so i dont need your smart mouth sassing me” eww she thought, really dont need to know how often you get off “ok whatever, sorry” she muttered trying to pull away from him but his grip tightened painfully and she cried out “you know what you can do with that smart mouth? ill show you, you need to learn how to properly treat your dad” his free hand reached down and unzipped his pants and freed his already stiff cock from his boxers, he then lowered her head till her lips were pressing on the tip of his cock “open up!” he shook her head roughly and she whimpered, barely opening her mouth, it was enough for him to slip the head in though and he released a sigh as precum began to dribble out, shoving her head down and forcing her mouth open wide with his cock, she gagged and struggled to pull away as he forced his cock balls deep into her mouth, her face turning red, her eyes darted around in a panic as she struggled to breathe, gagging hard, he finally pulled out and she gasped for breath, seeing his cock covered in a big gob of saliva from her gagging so hard, she heard him chuckle as he forced her head back down and made her swallow his cock again “yea thats it baby girl, your mouth feels better then mommys, take my big cock” kelli was whimpering and struggling to pull away her one hand pushed on his lap as the other clawed at his hand on her hair, her eyes bulging as he pushed his cock into her throat and made her gag again, though she didnt gag quite so hard this time, he flicked her cheek with his free hand “now Kelli stop struggling and this will go a lot easier and faster, im gonna let go now and i want you to start sucking and licking my cock, and if you dont your gonna get another spanking, and from the way youve been avoiding sitting on hard surfaces im guessing your still a bit sore so i dont imagine you want that” kelli nodded her head frantically in agreement she really didnt want to get spanked again she was still so sore, she reluctantly stopped struggling and as her dad released her head she began to suck and flick her tongue up and down his length, she heard him groan and felt him lay back on the bed, his hand lightly stroking her hair “ok now start bobbing your head up and down, i want you to take my cock all the way in your throat, hold it there for a few seconds and then pull it most of the way out until only the head is in, every time, and keep sucking and licking it, understand?” Kelli nodded her head again, closing her eyes as she did as her dad asked just wanting to get this over with, her face red from gagging and the humiliation of giving her dad a blow job, she knew about sex of course but she had never done anything beyond making out with a few guys, watching porn and fingering herself a few times and she certainly never thought her dad would be the first guy she gave a blow job to. after another few minutes he told her to use her hands to stroke the length of his penis while she sucked on the head, she complied and sucked half heartedly, earning another flick on her cheek as he told her to suck like she meant it, she nodded and started to suck and lick like he was a loli pop and she was eager to find the center, hoping this would make him happy, it did but only for a little while and then he told her to keep stroking him and suck on his balls, she kept stroking him but she deffinetly didnt want to suck his balls, that was just gross, he grabbed her hair and forced her head down, and when she cried out he pushed his balls into her mouth “suck!” she whimpered, tears starting to well up as she began to suck on his balls, they felt perky and heavy, and admittedly not as bad as she thought, but still it was her dad! after a little while he used both hands to guide her head back to his cock and make her take it all into her throat again, he felt even thicker and she could feel a slight pulsing against her tongue as he began to move her head up and down while thrusting his hips, he was going hard and fast and she began to panic cause she knew what was gonna happen, she didnt want to swallow her dads cum and she could taste a lot more of the precum coming out so she knew it wouldnt be long, she struggled to pull away and pushed on his hips and hands, shaking her head helplessly, as he groaned and began slamming his hips against her face, then he froze and she felt a hot thick rope of cum shoot the back of her throat before he began pumping her mouth wildly as more and more sprayed into her throat, she couldnt breathe and her mouth quickly filled up, and he was still cumming! “swallow it!” he shouted, jerking her hair until she reluctantly began to swallow, some began to dribble out of her mouth as she had a tiny mouth and it was coming out to hard and fast for her to swallow “you better swallow it all, dont let a drop go to waste young lady” he told her as he pumped out the rest of his load, even after he stopped cumming he held her down on his cock, feeling her throat contracting as she swallowed every last drop, finally he pulled out and she pulled away, gasping for breath and resisting the urge to run to the bathroom to throw it up, she knew she would just be in more trouble and to be honest it didnt taste horrible, but it was her dad and it was wrong, and she didnt know what to do about that. he put his cock back in his boxers and zipped his pants back up, smiling at the drool staining his pants from where his daughter had sucked him off, he then grabbed her face, pinching her cheeks as he turned her to him “now you know not to tell anyone about that right?” she nodded quickly and he said “good because what you just did was very bad and slutty, and im ashamed of you enough without you going around and telling people that your such a slut you sucked your own father off when i was just trying to get the phone from you” she gasped and stared at her dad in confusion as he chuckled, smacking her cheek lightly before leaving the room, what the hell? how did he turn everything and make it look like it was her fault!
a week later her ass had finally healed and she could sit comfortably, her mom was home and her dad hadnt touched her for a while so she could almost forget seeing him fucking her mom and having to give him a blow job, or at least she tried to. she had one day where her mom was as usual at work and her dad had gone out somewhere, she didnt know where, nor did she care, she wanted to watch some porn and play with her pussy, she lay back on her bed and began to stroke her pussy through her panties as she pulled up a video, the more she got into it she moved her panties out of the way and began to push her fingers in and out of her sopping wetness, she was getting really close now and she rubbed at her clit and closed her eyes tight, not hearing the front door open or her door open as her dad came into her room, as usual without waiting for an answer or even knocking, she came hard, coating her fingers, her eyes opened slowly and she gasped and jumped up as she saw her dad at the end of her bed “now Kelli i knew you were bad when you watched me and mommy fuck and sucked my cock, but really?! porn and masturbation?! clearly you are out of control and on your way to becoming a big slut, and i wont have a slut for a daughter!” he leaned over Kelli who was frozen in shock and embarrasment, pulling her hand from her pussy and lifting her fingers to her mouth “suck that nasty cum off” he muttered and she opened her mouth and began to suck and lick her fingers till they were clean “good, now look at your pussy! its filthy, cum dripping everywhere! you should be ashamed, i would make you clean that too but since i doubt you can bend like that I’m gonna have to do it” he shook his head and sighed as he bent down till his mouth touched her pussy, Kelli finally came out of her shock enough to try to pull away and cover herself, but her dad just grabbed her hips and pulled her closer “now Kelli you just hold still while i clean this up, dont make it harder then it needs to be” he then began kissing her pussy, licking softly as he cleaned her cum off the outside of her pussy lips, Kelli was squirming and biting her lips, it felt so good but she knew it was wrong and she didnt want to make a single sound of pleasure cause that would just make things worse and mean that something was wrong with her for enjoying it, hopefully he was done now “outside all good but the inside is still so filthy!” her dad exclaimed, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers as he looked and saw her cum filled pussy, shoving his tongue inside her and licking, slurping and sucking till she couldnt hold it back anymore and began to moan and buck her hips up against his face, so ashamed of herself but she couldnt help it, more cum began to dribble out of her and her dad pulled away looking at her, shocked with his lips glistening with her cum “Kelli really?! such a slut, i think your enjoying this, look at it, theres freaking more cum!” he tsked as he shoved 2 fingers deep inside her making her gasp and moan loudly as he swirled them around then pulled them out, showing her his cum soaked fingers “look at that! i just licked you clean, there shouldnt be more of this, yet here it is” he shoved his fingers in her mouth for her to lick as he smacked her pussy hard, pulling his fingers from her mouth he shoved them back in her pussy and resumed licking and sucking until she came hard, cleaning that all out then pulling away and shaking his head in disgust, “that was a lot of cum, your such a slut ,it was just pouring out and filling my mouth, im your dad kelli, thats just wrong! im gonna stop your sluttish tendencies now, i bought something for you while i was out” he reached down into a bag he had dropped at the side of the bed and pulled out a chastity belt, Kelli gasped and shook her head, still blushing furiously as she regained her breath and scrambled out of the bed trying to get away from her dad, he grabbed her wrist and threw her back down on the bed and put the chastity belt on locking it into place. “there now i dont have to be ashamed of you anymore, you can still pee and if you have to do anything else just tell me and ill unlock it long enough for you to use the bathroom and then it goes back on, got it?” Kelli nodded, defeated, maybe daddy really did want the best for her, maybe she really was the big slut, not him, it sure seemed like everything was her fault.

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Getting Wet With My Crush

I am a mature married woman and although I have been tempted many times, I have never cheated before. It’s easier to be good now that I have gotten older, but I still get some interesting offers. I am a tall brunette with green eyes and a curvy figure. I fantasize about sex all the time. I have not had a crush in forever, but there is this guy I can not stop thinking about who manages the hardware store up at the lake.

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The Vampire Chronicles: Part I

WARNING: This is a gay story. It involves sexual relations between a minor and an adult. It also involves vampires. If you find any of the above criteria or anything listed in the tags offensive, please do not continue to read! If you have any problem with homosexuality, please do not continue to read! It is not my fault that you choose to read a gay story and get upset about it, so please, no nasty comments about that. 🙂
ALSO!!!! The first part of this story is very slow. Since this is the first of a series, I have to add background information about different aspects of the story, which will be included in later parts. If you wish to skip all the background information and just get to the sex, begin reading at the paragraph that starts, “Drake put all of that out of mind…” Thank you and enjoy! Later parts will include more characters, anal sex, and introduction of the main plot.
Drake looked towards the red and pink sky and watched the sun settle behind a collection of clouds. Night was coming. In his mouth, he could feel a distinct throbbing along the top gums. The further the sun retreated, the more the throbbing quickened. As the sky faded from a bright and shimmering sunset, to a dull pink, and finally to darkness, Drake’s fangs protruded solidly from his gums and his stomach growled fiercely. He knew his eyes would now be a violet color, the purest violet, almost as if extracted directly from a rainbow. With a growl, he leapt and began to prowl.
Drake and his kind were unique. They were a specific type of vampire, one of the three species belonging to the Vampire Council. It is unknown how they were first created, although rumors persist that the first of his kind was a nymphomaniac bitten by a traditional vampire. This is unlikely, however, as scholars have concluded that the nympho would have simply thirsted for blood. As their breed grew and became a prominent species across the country, regardless of origin, the Council offered an allegiance and the Whitefangs became the third species to join. The other two species, traditional vampires, called Primaries, whose thirst was quenched by blood, and the Epitome, a small species of vampire whose thirst was, too, quenched by blood, had been members of the Council for a much longer time than the Whitefangs; therefore, it was they who held the power within the Council.
The Primaries’ origin remains shrouded in mystery. It is rumored that they were created by an unholy god as emissaries or servants. When the god disappeared or was killed, the Primaries were unleashed upon the world and as they took victims, their numbers grew to become the vigilant force they are today. The Primaries have unique vibrant-red irises to reflect the blood they thirst for.
The Epitome, on the other hand, is an order that stemmed from the Primaries. The Epitome looks upon the Primaries with distaste. They claim that the Primaries’ indiscriminate killing of innocents is unnecessary and a wrongful practice. When the small group broke away from the Primaries, they vowed to only drink the blood of those who were destined to become criminals, or some such burden upon the world. The Epitome also upholds another practice: they believe that in order to be pure themselves, they must only drink “pure” blood. Therefore, they only take virgins as their victims. How they can discriminate between those destined for an immoral life and those not is still unknown. Members of the Epitome have unique neon-green irises.
The Whitefangs are a completely different story. Their origin is completely unknown, only theorized about. The Whitefangs are the most unique of the three species, as they do not thirst for blood and they do not “turn” their victims simply from feeding. The Whitefangs also do not kill those who they feed from. Unlike the other two species, the Whitefangs are a species of only males, which is understandable as they thirst, not for blood, but for semen. Specifically, they prefer young semen, that from boys aged 13-20. When first allied with the Council, the Epitome called the new species “Whitefangs” because of their thirst for cum as a derogatory term, however the new vampires, previously without a name, accepted it with pride as the name for their species. They have become a thriving community, holding many covens across the nation. The Whitefangs have unique neon-violet irises.
The Vampire Council is the force that regulates the vampires worldwide. The leaders of the Council, a select member from each species, create a code of law and operation that the species must follow. There have been many laws passed by the Council, making the vampires operate the way they do today: always hidden, never exposed to the human population, and if there are any witnesses to their operations, they are to be “turned” from human to vampire. The Whitefangs, however, are gifted with the ability to erase memories, another part of their unknown history.
Drake, who now followed his keen sense of smell as he hunted, was a member of one of the Texan covens belonging to the Whitefangs. Each species had covens set up nation-wide, each with their own leader and subordinates who reported to the Council in times of need. Drake was second-in-command of his coven. He had ordered a hunt earlier this evening so that his boys would be ready for the trip to the Council Headquarters. Something big had been stirring in the Vampiric community. There were rumors of a war with the humans, of being exposed to them due to the Epitome’s select hunting regulations, but no one knew for sure what was going on. An order from the Council had been sent demanding that each coven within traveling range assemble together. Nothing of this sort had ever happened before.
Drake put all of that out of mind, now, as he focused his attention on his growling stomach. He moved from rooftop to rooftop in the large community of humans, trying to find a good target. He was hunting in one of his favorite areas: a place called “Eastway”, filled with over-indulgent, rich humans with spoiled children. Drake favored the area because there was nothing more pleasurable to him than breaking the attitude of the resistant spoiled straight boys in the community.
Drake had the look of an angel. His big, beautiful brown eyes made him look innocent and accented his hair, a precisely styled mass of jet-black spikes that leaned forward towards his face. He had milky-white skin, pale because of his transformation. His body was smooth, hairless, just how he liked it. He had a six-pack on his abdomen and refined muscular legs and arms. He was far from bodybuilder status but had the immortal body of an athlete. His dick, which won the envy of many members of the coven, was a full nine inches when erect, but best of all, he had the stamina of a bull, able to make love for roughly an hour before blowing his load. He was the perfect lover and his innate skills made him the perfect hunter. A deadly combination.
He landed on the rooftop of one of the larger houses, and just as he was about to leap to a different home, he heard his favorite sound. He could distinctly hear the “fapping” sound of a boy masturbating with his keen and inhuman hearing, and a grin began to spread upon his face. He moved down, towards the noise, and settled outside of a second-story window that peered into the bedroom it came from. Inside, he could see a boy, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old, lying on his bed face-up, with his thick cock in his left hand. He had his eyes closed tight as his fist pumped away on his dick, continually pulling and tugging up towards the head and releasing and moving down towards the base. His breath was uneven, anticipating climax. He had a head of thick blonde locks that stretched around his face, framing it beautifully. His face was clean-cut and shaven. Perhaps he had not begun to grow facial hair. The boy’s body was perfect: a peach colored ivory that gleamed with healthiness. His skin was accented with two erect pink nipples, the hard, five-inch cock that rested in the boy’s hand, and made unique by a birthmark on his left side. Drake memorized every detail.
Drake then noticed a pair of boxers lying a few feet from the bed, from which he received an overwhelming and pleasant scent of the boy’s vitals. Drake could contain himself no longer.
With a swift movement, Drake’s hand moved underneath the window and pulled upwards, silently opening it, and moved him body into the room, closing the window behind him. All of this happened in the time of one second, not giving the boy an ability to react. Drake leapt, on top of the naked boy and flashed his pointed teeth at the boy’s wide and frightened eyes. When his senses flowed back to him, the boy instantly started struggling, slamming his fists against Drake’s naked chest and abdomen. Drake barked a superior laugh and bent down, taking the boy’s head and forcing his lips to touch Drake’s own. The boy struggled harder but was unable to break free from Drake’s stone grip. After a few seconds of invading the boy’s mouth with his tongue, Drake released his hold and bent down to the boy’s ear.
“Listen, bitch,” he started, chuckling a bit, “I’m in charge now.”
The boy tried to sit up, tried to fight against Drake, but the sheer strength of his position kept the boy down on the bed.
“Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to take full advantage of your … deliciously warm body. So long as you cooperate,” Drake said, pausing. “… You keep your dick.” Drake flashed his sharp canines at the boy and quickly opened and closed his mouth, simulating a bite. The boy’s eyes impossibly became wider and more fearful. Drake laughed aloud. “Yes, that’s right. I’ll take it right off. So, are you going to cooperate?”
The boy nodded in extreme fear. What was more precious to a pubescent boy than his manhood?
Drake bent down further and gave a slow, hearty lick to the boy’s nipple and began to suckle it and run his tongue against the hardening tip. He then did the same to the other. Moving back towards the boy’s face, he looked him in the eye and said, “It is okay to enjoy this, boy. I’m not going to hurt you unless you act out. Understand?” The boy nodded, once more.
Drake began to kiss the boy’s chest and lick his body further south, stopping just above his navel. Drake’s hand slid behind the boy’s back and moved towards his ass, taking a handful of his tender cheek and squeezing it lightly. Drake continued to kiss and worship the boy’s warm body and soon felt a warm throb against his stomach. He looked down and saw the boy’s erect and swollen dick, pleading to be touched. Drake looked towards the boy’s eyes and could smell his nervous sweat, could feel his quickening heart rate, but most of all, Drake could smell the boy’s manhood, an overwhelming and weakening scent to the Whitefangs.
Drake reached down and wrapped his hand around the boy’s meat and began to gently tug and pull on the tip and shaft. Drake chuckled as he realized just how easily he could pull it off entirely… he realized how fragile the boy was. His own cock began to harden at the realization. As he continued with the jerking, he soon felt the same kind of throbbing warmth on his own dick and looked down to see the boy’s hand lying on the bulge in his shorts. Drake laughed and moved the boy’s hand away and stood up.
“One thing before I start on your cock,” Drake said. “Flip over.”
The boy’s eyes changed from their relaxed and content look back to the wide and fearful one. “You said you weren’t going to hurt me!” the boy shouted in his small voice.
“I’m not,” Drake said. “I’m not going to fuck you. Do you really have a choice?” Drake reminded him.
The boy hesitantly flipped over on his bed, exposing his perfectly round and mounded ass. Drake grinned devilishly and situated his body between the boy’s legs so that his head was hovering a few inches above the boy’s ass. Drake gave the left cheek a kiss and licked it gingerly. The feeding ritual did not require this, but Drake loved to eat out and rim the boys he fed from first. It gave him a sort of high that he could make a straight boy enjoy ass play. He giggled silently to himself as he noticed the boy had not yet begun to grow hair here, making the situation perfect.
Cautiously, Drake settled a hand on each cheek and began to pull them apart, exposing the boy’s rosebud, which had never been penetrated. Drake could sense the boy’s virginity. He lowered his head and slid his tongue across the hole, which instantly tensed. Drake stopped and smiled as the boy relaxed. He began to lick again, moving his tongue across the smooth hole, and finally plunging his tongue between the boy’s cheeks, penetrating his tight hole for the first time. His tongue entered the boy’s depths and came back out again and entered once more. The boy began to breathe a little heavier as his cock tightened more so than it already was. A few seconds later, Drake replaced his tongue with his pointer and middle finger, attempting to enter the boy’s hole deeper than before.
“No! Wait!” the boy said, but it was too late.
Drake had forced his fingers inside of the boy to where his tongue had already been, and with another quick push, they had entered completely, causing the boy to squirm and moan and whimper. Drake wrapped his free arm around the boy, reaching under him to grab a hold of his torso and moved upwards with him. Both boys now stood on the bed on their knees as Drake continually moved his fingers in and out of the boy’s tight opening. As he did so, he kissed the boy’s neck and let his own hardness move between the boy’s legs, resting against his testicles. The boy, now enjoying the pleasure, moaned deeply and moved his head to kiss Drake on the lips over his shoulder. Drake flashed a smile and obliged the boy. Drake looked downwards and saw that the boy’s cock had gotten harder, redder, and was ready to be sucked. Drake gave a slight purr and set the boy down on the bed. Naturally, the boy flipped back on his back and let his cock swing freely. Drake, still standing on his knees, bent forward and kissed the hairy area just above the boy’s manhood. He could feel the boy’s throbbing warmth against his neck and, as he inhaled the boy’s scent a final time, he moaned aloud himself.
He moved his head down a few more inches and kissed the tip of the boy’s cock, which had already begun to leak vast amounts of precum. Drake took the warm and solid mushroom head between his lips and moved down just an inch on the boy’s shaft. Here, Drake sucked as hard as he could, creating a vacuum in his mouth, bringing all of the boy’s blood to the head, which his tongue was furiously lapping at. The boy thrusted involuntarily and forced two more inches of his cock into Drake’s mouth. Drake was more than happy to oblige. He moved down even further, taking the last two inches of the boy’s dick and began to flex the muscles in his throat to pleasure the boy. Near his head, the boy’s hands had grabbed handfuls of bed sheets and squeezed hard in an expression of sheer pleasure.
Drake’s hand came upward below his head and cupped the boy’s testicles, giving each one a slight squeeze. They were heavy, full, and ready to empty. Drake took hold of the boy’s shaft at the bottom two inches and slid his mouth back around the head of his dick. He then began to move back and forth on the top three inches, sucking violently and constantly squeezing and releasing with his hand. The boy gave ecstatic moans and cries and began to thrust in and out of Drake’s mouth as he moved on the shaft.
The boy let out a loud moan, louder than all those that came before it. Drake’s stomach growled and his fangs throbbed harder than ever. The boy thrusted forward as Drake moved his hand, allowed the entirety of the boy’s dick to slide between his lips, and with his tongue, he lapped at the underside of the shaft as the boy’s sacred juices began to flow inside of Drake’s mouth. Stream after stream of delicious, thick, creamy semen filled Drake’s mouth and with each swallow, his stomach roared for more. The boy could not stop cumming, his cock flexing seven or eight times and with each flex, a burst of cream was given to Drake. Drake’s eyes rolled back in his head as he accepted the boy’s sperm.
The boy’s orgasm soon came to a halt and he lay there breathing heavily, his chest rapidly moving. Drake removed his mouth from around the boy’s dick, which fell limp against his pelvis, and moved up, towards his face, kissing him deeply and passionately. The boy responded, as expected, by doing the same. Drake then, sorrowfully, used his vampiric powers to enter the boy’s mind and erase the memories of the past twenty minutes from it. The boy fell limp against the bed, as his cock had against his body, and was unconscious. When he awoke, he would believe that he had fallen asleep after jacking off. He would not remember the vampire that had given him his first blow. He would not remember being threatened. He would not remember spending a “gay” night with a stranger. But Drake… Drake would always remember him. Drake always remembered. Every boy he shared a bed with, he could remember. Their faces. Their lips. Their cocks. There was always a connection he felt was made… a connection, unrequited.
Drake leapt from the open window to another rooftop. His stomach full and his fangs retracted, he moved back towards the coven’s den to regroup with the rest of the boys. They were to start their trek north to meet with the Council within only a few hours.

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My Old Mom Goes Dogging

A Young man longs to have a sexual relationship with his black friend and through a series of events, he has sex with his friend, many strangers and his own mom and dad.

Science-Fiction

Studying alien species

The government sends a man to a Faraway planet to find out about the alien species. They wanted him to get information about the aliens about how they think how they feel and what makes them different from us. All of that changes when he meets Natalie. A beautiful dark blue skin alien who is attracted to him. He ends up starting a life becoming a family man.

Diary

Internet Partner

Internet Partner
As told by Julie
I
As you know my sex life with Sam has not that thrilling. It seems all he ever thinks about is his job. He gets a decent income from his work, but the trouble is, it seems that he is always at work. I sit at home waiting for him. He comes home eats supper, and falls asleep in front of the television. The odd time I can interest him in sex he plays with my tits for a few minutes, fondles my pussy then mounts me, and fucks me till he ejaculates, then roles over and falls asleep. I am left with a soggy pussy and still horny. I have not experienced an orgasm in so long I can’t remember. Of course you hear about women that get a little on the side. I have never attempted that. Lack of nerve I guess. What if I got caught?
A couple of months ago though, I got curious and I peeked at a website that said it was ‘for women who were attached but dreaming of something different, and the men who wanted them.’ There were dozens of listings of men who were offering themselves to women who wanted to cheat on their husbands. As I perused the catalogue of horny men, one or two tickled my fancy. I decided to fill in a bio just to see where this could lead.
About a week went by and someone responded to my bio saying that I he wanted more information about me. He especially wanted to know about my sexual preferences. I can tell you that I put a tight knot in my tummy when I read that. After a while I got up the nerve and sent off a reply. I told him I was not very experienced but I was open for just about anything.
He didn’t take long to send me another message asking for more specifics. Did I like it outdoors, or in a hot tub maybe? Do I enjoy receiving oral sex? Do I ever give oral sex? What about anal? Have I ever been spanked?
I don’t know why but the thought of being spanked made my juices flow. Being naked and turned over a man’s knees and having my bare ass spanked really excited me. For sure I had never taken it in my bum. I wanted to answer but that knot in my tummy just ached. Finally I sent a message back. I said he didn’t tell me much about himself either. What did he like? I got real daring and asked about his cock.
“How big is it? Is it long? How thick is it? Do you have hairy balls?” I asked. I told him that I had never been spanked, and never had anal. I wasn’t sure if I could endure any pain. But yes I do love receiving and giving oral sex.
His next e-mail came quickly and asked me to call him and left me a phone number. Sending provocative messages under an anonymous name was one thing, but to call and say ‘Hi this is Julie.’ was another. I wanted to call, but I didn’t want to call. I stared at the phone. I reached for it a dozen times, but no I couldn’t just call him. Every time I reached for the phone I got that knot in my tummy again. What would happen if I didn’t? Would he stop e-mailing to me? What if I did call, would he want to meet me? Of course he would!
A strong deep male voice answered the phone. “This is ‘Looker’ calling.” I said and held my breath.
“You have a nice voice.” He quickly responded.
“You didn’t answer my questions.” Was all I could think to say to him, my voice shaking a little.
After a short pause he chuckled and said that it was about seven or eight inches long when it was hard, and that he had never had any complaints about the size.
I was talking to a strange man about the size of his penis!
He then asked me about my breasts. I told him my measurements and that I have a ‘C’ cup. Oh my god I was being soooo wicked! Was I really talking on the phone about his cock and my tits?
“That sounds like a nice size.” He whispered. Then after a short pause, just like I knew he would, he said. “I think we should get together.” I don’t know what drove me to make the arrangements for that very afternoon.
When we got off the phone, I began to tremble. I had done it! I called him! And I had committed to meet him! I was in a semi-panic! Doubts filled my mind. Should I go? Should I call him back and cancel? What would I wear? The biggest question in my mind was whether or not put on underwear.
Two hours later I was outside a small, but respectable restaurant. I had seldom been to this part of town before, so I had little fear of anyone I knew seeing me. There were a few people when I went inside. In the back there was a small booth with a man sitting alone. I knew it was him, so I went right to the cubicle.
“Hi, are you the one called Snake?” I asked.
“Yes I am. Won’t you sit down Looker?” He invited. “You certainly picked the right handle, you really are a looker.” I felt the blood rush to my face.
He seemed to be exactly as he described himself on the Website. He was about my height, maybe a little overweight, but not fat. He was good looking with a warm smile.
“Well you don’t look like a snake.” I replied, sitting across from him.
“It is not me, it’s the body part you are so curious about.” He chuckled. My face got hot again. “You certainly undersold yourself, you look terrific.” He continued, his gaze kept returning to my breasts. I had decided to leave my bra at home and show off my tits. I had no idea where I got the nerve, but I boldly reached up and undid the second button on my blouse so he could glimpse at my deep cleavage. He licked his lips.
We sat and drank our coffee making small talk. He told me his name was Ben and that he was a business owner. I told my name and said that I was a housewife. We talked about the Website we had used. He told me again how impressed he was with my looks. His eyes kept wandering back to my partially open blouse. It took all my will power not to make a move to cover myself. I wanted him to look at my tits.
After a short time Ben excused himself and went into the washroom. When he came out he sat next to me in the booth. He reached for my hand and holding it firmly brought it down into his lap. His zipper was open! He just looked at me and smiled.
“Did you want to meet Snake?” He asked.
My face was hot again, but I smiled. With my heart thumping in my chest, I slowly moved my hand inside his pants and found his unprotected dick. It felt hot to my touch, and when I closed my fingers around it, I felt it twitch with joy. I was sitting in a public restaurant with my blouse partially open and my hand in a man’s pants holding his cock. I felt like a slut. Worst of all I was enjoying what I was feeling, and doing. I had crossed the point of no return. I knew I had to fuck him.
Looking around the room I could see no one was paying any attention to us. Ben put his arm around my shoulders and lifted his other hand tenuously and slid it inside my invitingly open blouse and gently fondled my unrestricted breast. His quivering prick seemed to grow harder in my grasp as he flicked my rigid nipple. My heart was really thumping in my chest now. It seemed so loud that it could have brought attention to us. Presently he removed his hand from my tit and dropped it down under the table.
“If you let go of Snake for a moment I would like to explore under your skirt.” He whispered. Like the newly inaugurated slut I had become, I reluctantly let go of his cock and put both my forearms on the table and nervously spread my knees lewdly apart allowing him the access he wanted.
His bold hand went underneath the hem of my skirt and gradually moved up my inner thigh as he kept his promise. My pussy flooded. Yes, I had worn panties just in case this sort of thing happened. My crotch was soaking wet.
He just looked up into my face and raised an eyebrow as his zealous fingers slid along the crotch of my saturated underwear. Without a word he moved the hem aside and stroked my treacherous unshaved shaggy pussy. I tried to sit still as a thick finger split my lips apart and easily slid up my sodden hole. Ben slowly finger fucked me as I squirmed on his hand, my skirt riding up my legs. If anyone in the restaurant even cared what was going on all they had to do was glance our way and they would know what Ben was doing. I felt like a teenager experimenting with her first boy.
“Oh God Ben, I need more privacy. I just have to fuck you really soon.” I whispered. He quickly rose out of his seat and led me out of the restaurant, explaining that he lived just down the street. I walked beside him on shaky legs. I could feel that my panties were still askew, leaving my soggy pussy exposed under my skirt. The air felt chilly as it cooled my dripping cunt, and that only added to my agitation.
It turned out that he lived in a very nice luxury high-rise apartment building. He squeezed my hand as we rode up in the elevator I looked down and noticed that his fly was still open. He fit his key in the lock and ushered me inside. He turned and faced me as soon as the door closed. Pushing me back to the door. His hands went straight to my aching tits. I moaned as he squeezed them mercilessly, tenderly enclosing my nipples between two fingers. I felt a rush that went straight down my back to my slobbering pussy. I used all my strength to grab at his now exposed rigid cock.
He put one hand behind my head and pressed his mouth to mine. Our tongues fought for supremacy.
Suddenly he began to drag me into the nearby bedroom. Before I knew it, I was sprawled across his bed. My skirt flew up around my hips and my bare legs were willingly spread wide apart, lewdly inviting him to mount me and fuck my drooling pussy. He dropped his pants and reached to remove my soaking panties, tossing them over his shoulder. Without any further ceremony, he mounted me with authority and drove his magnificent, thick cock deep into my eager steaming cunt.
“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmyyyyyyyygggoooodddd!”
He immediately began to pump in and out of my ravenous twat making lewd squishing sounds, but neither of us lasted long, we were too excited. If he penetrated into me fifteen times I would be surprised. In next to no time he was spewing his load deep into my burning twat. I was rolling around the bed shuddering and moaning as my first orgasm in god-knows-how-long completely enveloped my sweating body. He rolled off of me and lay on his back panting for breath.
As soon as I recovered my senses I stood up and took off my tousled blouse and skirt. He lay there on his back watching me undress, still wearing his rumpled shirt. He was naked from the waist down, his exhausted joint lying across his muscular leg. As soon as I was naked I crawled back onto the bed and grasped his depleted woman pleaser to see if I could put some life back into it. Believe me I wanted more life in that beautiful cock. Nothing could deter me as I bathed the monster with my tongue. I moaned when I found the taste of our combined body juices lingering there.
It took little effort to restore ‘the snake’ to its full potential as a fuck machine. Ben wanted fuck me again, this time with more passion. His intention was not just to fuck me but really romance me with eagerness.
He pulled my sucking mouth away from his steel-hard dick, and holding me by the chin, he said. “The last time was for hunger. This time I want to experience the real you.”
With that he put his arms around me and hugged my naked body. I thrilled when my pebble-hard nipples crushed against his muscular chest. I put my arms around his neck and frenched his sensual mouth and could feel his beefy hard-on wedged against my abdomen.
He rolled me on my back, and placed a finger on my forehead. Slowly, very slowly, his finger descended down along my nose. With sensual determination he leaned over and pressed his lips to the spot on my forehead that his finger had just vacated. The finger by now had left the tip of my nose and was headed for my trembling lips. The kisses followed to my nose. As his finger traced along my lips and moved on. His lips and tongue soon followed and I received a wet French kiss like I hadn’t experienced in years.
His depraved finger traced all the way down between my heaving breasts, his wicked mouth and tongue followed leaving a cold wet trail behind. Each turgid nipple was visited by the finger and was followed by the erotic stimulating mouth.
While my nipples were being licked and sucked, the finger was relentlessly moving ever so slowly across my tummy, heading for my furry crotch. My mind was having trouble dealing with the tongue that was flicking my nipple while the finger traced a path around my pubic forest. He didn’t enter my pussy with the finger he just passed up and down on each side of my tremulous pussy lips. When his mouth left my tit and started to follow the trail blazed by the exploring finger. The precursor was pioneering a trail along my trembling labia.
It seemed like an eternity before his lips licked their way up my crotch. Once, twice, they traced along the outer lips, then with delicious patience the tongue split my quivering flesh aside and slid across my quavering anus. I bucked my ass up off the bed but he stayed with me and slavered all over my pucker. But he didn’t reside there. Soon he was licking my sloppy cunt. I hit an astonishing peak. The tingling in my cunt was incredible. I had my second mind-blowing orgasm of the day.
As soon as I regained control the mouth moved to my throbbing clitoris and sucked it in. The moment he jabbed it with his bawdy tongue I exploded into the wildest orgasm I had ever experienced. Coming on the heels of my first two, this orgasm was ten times better. For the first time in my married life I felt a true explosive climax. To be honest I don’t remember all of this astounding event. I do remember feeling my sexual juices flooding my quivering channel. I do remember my whole body shaking. I was out of control. I closed my eyes and just let the whole earth shattering event wash over me.
Without warning I felt the bed move. My orgasm was in the last throes of its pulsing energy, I opened my eyes to see my partner Ben hovering over me. At the same moment I felt his huge cock at the opening to my still throbbing pussy. Before I could react further his monster parted my nether lips and slid all the way up into my slippery cunt. In no time Ben began the ancient ritual erotic dance. I could do nothing but lie there and enjoy the sensations of my dying orgasm and renewed carnal penetration.
Again and again my lover fucked his hard dick into my energy-fatigued body. I was too exhausted to do anything more than to just lie there and allow him to take his pleasure. To be honest I would not have tried to stop him if I had that energy. With every manly thrust I could feel my body responding with yet another massive orgasm. At first it was a slight tingle, but as he continued to fuck me, it grew more and more intense. I didn’t want this to ever end, so I tried to suppress its progress. But I soon lost that battle. My cunt involuntarily contracted around his hammering rod, causing even more passionate and powerful sensations to course through my trembling body.
Then it hit me again. I felt another massive orgasm regain control of all my senses. The only difference was that there was a long, thick, and extremely hard penis rammed all the way up my drooling love canal. I was like a prisoner impaled by a huge spike that held me in place as I flooded my tunnel. I could actually feel his penis swell in size then detonate his heated sperm into my cervix. His cannon fired again and again filling me with his man seed. He finally collapsed on top of my overheated body and rolled off to my right side. With all the energy I had left I reached out and grasped hold of his wilting manhood.
I awoke some time later, my hand still held onto his soft, sticky cock. I didn’t really want to release my prize, but he moved a little and I could no longer reach. He opened his eyes and looked at his watch.
“It may be hard to believe this, but we have been here almost two and a half hours.” He said softly.
I sat bolt upright at that news. I would have to be home soon. I started hunting down my discarded clothing. He agreed that time was running out for him as well.
Pulling up my still damp panties I said. “I want you to know that this has been a wonderful experience for me.”
“Oh yea,” he sighed. “I had more fun than I have in years. You are a really pretty woman and I am glad we could do this. I don’t know about you but I would like to do this again.”
“You can bet I would like to do this again.” I agreed hoping that I didn’t sound to eager.
“Call me when you are ready then. Besides you still haven’t been spanked.”

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 8

The passing night had opened a Pandora’s Box of sexual desire, and once started on their
erotic path, they had a demanding lust to taste and feel it all.
“Ahhhh!” Peter moaned. “Yeah! That’s it, Mom, suck! Lick my balls, Marsha … do it,
babe! Yeah! Yeah! Suck ’em good!”
Marsha had taken half of his ballsac in her mouth and was sucking gently on a testicle.
Each sudden movement of her hot mouth sent a wild shiver up his spine, making his cock
jerk and twitch in Carol’s educated mouth; her powerful cheek muscles coaxing it back
to steely dimensions. His body was alive with electric thrills.
Peter bent over and spread his mother’s legs, dislodging Marsha’s grip on her firm tits,
baring her thick, blonde pussy-muff. He could easily see her puffy cunt-lips through
the sticky tangle. They twinkled, pink and pretty.
“Oh, sweet pussy! I’m going to eat your cunt ’til you scream for mercy!”
Carol wiggled her hips in invitation. With his prick embedded in her mouth, Marsha s
till sucking his balls, Peter began to run his tongue, ever so gently, around the outer
lips of her wet pussy. Like a flower, they parted and her rosy clit popped out, immediately
becoming distended. He swiped at it with his warm tongue, then nibbled at it with sharp
teeth.
Carol jumped and tried to yell, but his cock choked off the muted sound. She jumped even
higher when Marsha’s tongue joined her brother’s. One gentle, one rough; Carol reveled in
the double tongue-fucking. Her legs were pulled up and back, giving her lovers access to
her entire body. The gentle tongue – Marsha’s – laved her puckered asshole, bathing the
dark opening with hot saliva. Peter’s fat tongue – a little prick – darted in and out of
her searing pussy, sliding over her sizzling clit as it dipped down into the boiling
depths of her secret opening.
Chills and shivers attacked her body and her sensory system registered thrill after
thrill as the two, snake-like tongues slithered up, over, in, and around her hot fuck
holes. Her body was rapidly going out of control, and each new sensation slammed her
gyrating hips against their faces as they fought to give her the cum of her life.
Carol squeezed Peter’s ass as hard as she could, desperately holding on as her climax
built to a screaming crescendo. Her hips twisted and turned, and humped greedily against
the relentless, pleasure-giving tongues. She was strangling, gasping for breath. Spitting
his cock out, she screamed her passion loudly.
“Aggggggg! Ughhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Oh, Mar, stop! For Christ’s sake, stop! … I’m dying!
Please, no more. No more! I can’t take it! Oh, Peter … hummmmmmm!” Her body hung in
space for what seemed like an eternity, then softly melted into the mattress, spent and
exhausted.
Cum-juice smeared his face and saliva dribbled down his chin. Panting, Peter stood up
slowly. Marsha’s head was now buried deep between her mother’s spread thighs, her tongue
softly tapering her off; cooling the inner walls of her fiery cunt, cleaning the sticky
juices of her passion from the sides. Carol’s lips gently held the knob of his twitching
prick, her mouth too tired to suck on the glistening shaft. His cock make a plopping
noise as he pulled it from his mother’s tired mouth.
Dreamily, Carol spread her legs as wide as possible, giving her daughter complete access
to her innermost being. The feeling was still there, still alive! Marsha’s tongue was
slowly bringing her down from a sexual high never experienced before. She had been eaten
by her son and daughter – at the same time! And she had loved it!
Her breathing was returning to normal and she felt a slight chill as she became aware
of the cool, early morning air on her perspiring body. They had fucked the night away,
she though lazily.
“Good, wasn’t it, Mom?”
“Oh, sweetheart, it was better than good. I thought my body was going to explode. I can’t
describe it. You’ll have to experience it for yourself.”
Marsha’s smile broadened and her eyes flashed. “I was hoping you’d say that. When you
feel up to it, I want to be next!”
Carol looked at Marsha in sudden excitement. This was more than she could have hoped for.
Like mother, like daughter!
“Peter?” she asked.
Peter sat on the bed, eyes aglow. “I’ll watch this time. I’ve always wanted to see two
women eat each other out.” He smiled at his sister. “This is what you two did last night,
isn’t it?”
Giggling, Marsha nodded, then her voice turned serious.
“When I came home I was looking for something, Pete, besides just fucking you. Now I’ve
found it. I found out I’m just like Mom. I want it all … all the Bradford men, and” –
she looked lovingly at her mother – “all the Bradford women.” She laughed and her eyes
sparkled.
“Mom broke me in first, then she did you, and then we did each other. And now,” she said,
winking at her mother, “we’re going to put on a show for you, aren’t we?”
Carol leaned over and kissed her daughter lightly, a motherly kiss, a kiss of pride;
then winked at Peter. “We sure are!” she said, her chest beginning to rise with excitement.
Smiling like a cat, Marsha sat against the headboard, drew her legs up and spread them
wide apart, giving them a close-up view of her pink pussy, surrounded by a mat of thick,
blonde hair. She fondled her large, round tits, making the nipples stand taut and erect;
her eyes closing as the smoldering heat of her body began to flow.
Peter licked his lips and felt his cock stir. Shit, he thought in admiration, a real sex
machine!
“Com’on, Mom, eat me!” Marsha purred. “Suck my juicy slit! Eat my dirty cunt!”
Trembling, her own lust beginning to simmer, Carol crawled between Marsha’s open thighs;
her fingertips gently running up and down the silky flesh. Softly, she kissed a rock-hard
nipple.
Peter looked from one to the other, from mother to daughter. It was like looking at twins.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen and he realized it could only happen this
way; with them linked together as a loving and fucking family. His chest swelled with
love and affection.
Giggling like a young girl, Carol said, “Oh, yes, baby! I’m gonna eat you! And I’m going
to eat you ass, too; stick my tongue all the way up there. I don’t know where you learned
that, but I’m so glad you did.”
Marsha threw her head back and hugged her mother close.
“Daddy taught me,” she said laughing. “I sort of forgot to tell you, but last night,
while you were fucking Peter I was fucking Daddy. And he screwed my ass and taught me
about ass-rimming.”
“What?! You did what?”
“Are you mad?” Marsha asked, suddenly and sincerely contrite.
Carol’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide in amazement. “I can’t believe this,” she said,
“Where is he? What’s he doing? What does he feel about all this?”
Marsha shrugged. “When I left, he was sleeping like a baby. At first, he tried to push
me off, but, I guess, my pussy got to him and he just started fucking me. Real good, too!
He really didn’t seem to mind afterwards. He said I was just like you.”
“You just left him? Oh, the poor baby. He’s probably going crazy trying to figure out how
to tell me.” She covered her face and laughed. “And to think, I was worried about how I
was going to tell him about Peter. Oh, I can’t wait to see the look on his face.” Carol
started to get up.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Peter said, pushing her close to Marsha, “Not before you two finish
what you started. You guys promised me a show.”
Mother and daughter looked from one another to Peter’s straining cock, the tip, flared
and angry looking. “Well,” Marsha said smiling, “we did say we were going to put on a
show.”
“Yes, we did,” Carol girlishly giggled. “And your tits are still quite warm.”
“So’s my cunt,” Marsha whispered.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Carol dipped between Marsha’s open
legs and began to lick at her cunt and savor its musky aroma. Feather-like, her tongue
darted in and out of her daughter creamy pussy; a dainty teasing touch that made the heat
rise in Marsha’s body, and made her tingle with pleasure.
Marsha smiled and through slitted eyes she watched her brother stroke his big fuck-pole
to its full proportions and her own pleasure doubled as she watched. His lust was her
pleasure; his pleasure, her passion. In the back of her mind she knew why the family had
committed their lovemaking to film.
Peter became caught up in the voyeuristic pleasure of watching. He saw his sister’s face
contort, her brow crease, and her jaws clinch as each wave of ecstasy washed over her.
He saw Carol’s head bob rhythmically, and in his mind’s eye he could see the tip of her
tongue dip in and out Marsha’s sopping cunt.
Carol’s lovely ass stuck straight up in the air, two perfect half-moons, beckoning to
him. His father had fucked that ass, his fevered brain told him. His father had fucked
Marsha’s lovely ass! His prick ached to fuck one of the asses that his father had fucked.
Carol felt the pressure on her cuntlips; the sudden parting. She felt the rough ridges
of his prick rub the wall of her wet pussy. Her eyes clouded over and she moaned loudly
into her daughter cunt as her son’s cock filled her up. Marsha felt the extra weight
against her body and opened her eyes. “Oh, yes, Peter, Yes! Fuck her cunt! Hard!” Marsha
mumbled passionately as she rubbed Carol’s back and tits, squeezing them roughly, urging
her humping hips onward.
His cock sank to the base in Carol’s sticky wetness, becoming drenched with her flowing
juices. He leaned forward, grabbed his sister’s round tits and kissed her hungrily, his
tongue probing deep in her warm, searching mouth.
They were now completely linked. Joined by mouth, pussy and cock. Each was transported
to another dimension, yet each was with the other. The past had caught up with the
present. Fantasy had become reality.
Peter strained his legs; his rotating hips pressed tightly against his mother’s butt,
his twisting cock embedded all the way up her heated box. He could feel her developed
cunt muscles, like tiny fingers, massage the shaft of his throbbing prick. Each squeeze
of his cock sent blinding ripples of pleasure to his brain, urging his lust on. When he
stuck his cock in Carol’s puckered asshole, they all came in unison, and their passion,
their love could be heard throughout the house. And they didn’t care.
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When Mike Bradford woke up he felt hungover. His head thundered and his body ached in
places he didn’t know it was possible to hurt in. Bleery-eyed, he looked around. Marsha
was gone, but the imprint of her body remained.
So, it wasn’t a dream, he thought. I actually fucked my own daughter! Adopted daughter!
Splitting hairs seemed to take some of the sting out of the incestuous act. To his
surprise, he really didn’t feel any real, deep remorse. Marsha was an adult, and it was
she who initiated it. But why? Was it possible she found out about their secret and was
trying, in some insidious way, to punish them. Nonsense, he thought. How could she? But
where the hell was Carol when all this was going on? And where was she now?
He staggered up, started to stretch and stopped short. Oh, shit, he thought, Carol knows!
That must be it; somehow she found out, maybe she heard them, and she’s pissed. That’s
why she isn’t here. Angrily, he slapped his head and instantly regretted it.
“Hi, sleepy-head!”
Carol closed the door behind her. Mike noted that she was smiling. Maybe, he hoped, she
didn’t know.
The white, silk robe was loosely belted and the material clung to hills and valleys of
her body. He knew she was naked beneath it.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked innocently.
Mike looked her in the eye. “You know, don’t you?”
Laughing, she embraced him. “Oh, you poor dear! Yes, I know about you and Marsha. She told
me.”
“She told you?” he asked incredulously. “This is crazy! What the hell’s gotten into her?”
“Besides you?” Carol giggled, then, seriously, she said, “I think you better sit down,
Mike. This is probably going to blow you away.”
Mike sat. Taking his hand she told her astonished husband the entire story; starting at
the beginning with Marsha’s confession about her lust for Peter and ending with their
fantastic three-way, gang fuck. She told it quickly, leaving nothing out, but gaguing
his reaction to each event; preparing to blunt any hint of jealously or anger. She was
pleasantly surprised when there wasn’t any, just a wide-eyed, dumbfounded look. When she
finished, she waited for his final reaction; laughing when he flopped back on the bed,
let out a deep sigh, and said, “Holy Shit!”
She threw herself across his naked body. “Does that mean you’re not angry about Peter
and me? I mean, I’m not the least bit jealous of you and Marsha. I hope you really enjoyed
her as much as I did, and Peter. She’s really something.”
Mike threw up his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
“I’m not jealous … well, I had a twinge,” he admitted, “but I really got over that shit
a long time ago. Actually, I’m kind of proud of my son. If half of what you said is true,
he’s a hellava stud.”
“Take it from me, honey,” Carol said, sitting up, “it’s all true. I have the sore ass
to prove it.”
“Carol,” he said, genuine concern in his voice, “is there something wrong with our blood?
I mean, first us, and now the kids.”
She caressed his cheek. “Honey, if we could come to the conclusion that convention was
just so much man-made bullshit, don’t you think our kids can, too?
“Just think how much more time they have. The sky’s the limit for them; no excess baggage,
no worrying about convention and restrictions, just taking their pleasure where they can
find it.
“As long as they don’t hurt anybody, how can anything they do; anything we’ve done, be
bad. I really envy them. And I know I want them so much. Really want them.”
Mike stood and folded his arms around her. “You’re a wise woman, Mrs. Bradford.” Then he
chucked. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
“If you mean a weekend of pure, unadulterated sex. You’re damn right, Mr. Bradford!”
Carol said, leeringly.
“The kids are only home for a couple of days, and I, for one, intend to make the most
of it. I really hope you slept well, ’cause I don’t think you’re going to get much more.”
Laughing, they embraced warmly.
From the door she blew him a kiss. “Take a shower and hurry downstairs. I told Marsha to
put the coffee on, and I’m going to make breakfast.”
Mike smiled and stretched. He felt very much alive and surprisingly horny. It’s amazing
what a special woman can do for you, he thought. And Marsha was special. Looking at
himself in the mirror, he saw teeth marks on his chest and long, vivid nail marks on
his back. No wonder I hurt, he thought. An image of his wanton daughter leaped to his
mind: her body wiggling in abandon, bouncing against the mattress, legs tight around his
back, hands gripping his ass and balls. He saw her lust, her desperate desire for
fulfillment; felt her tits under his hands, his juice-covered cock plunging into her
silky wetness, stretching her cunt wide, her secretions lubricating his way. He could
still feel the muscles of her cunt contract around his cockhead, squeezing it in a death
grip as her climax ripped through her churning body; his own following seconds later,
their cums mixing together.
Mike shook himself to clear his head. The mental picture were vivid, and very real. Just
thinking about last night made his breathing rapid and started his prick to rise.
He stepped into the shower and turned it to cold, the stinging water cooled his heated
body. No, he thought to himself, gasping, that wasn’t some sort of reverse punishment.
That was just a very lusty woman who wanted to fuck! And fuck we did! And suck … and,
shit, he thought, what didn’t we do? Laughing, he remembered screwing her up the ass,
and telling her that she was just like her mother. Oh, shit, I hope she doesn’t tell
Carol that.

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Science-Fiction

Tom’s parallel world – 2

Tom has found his way into a parallel world, an earth where some mammals have evolved along side humans.
With nothing to miss back “home” he is reaching forward, but lucky enough to fall under Sarah’s protection, saving him from possible death by heresy.
Or is he just her sex toy whilst she is on heat ?

Fantasy

The Wedding (Last Day of School cont.)

it was only a week into the summer holidays and i was already bored stiff.
i’d spent a couple of nights camping on a beach with my mates but i felt it was all over to soon as i returned to the Care Home i’d spent my life in.
when i returned Julie (the equivalent of a head carer) gave me a card. the envelope was very fancy and inside was an invite to one of my very distantly related cousins wedding.
i couldn’t exactly refuse so julie took me into town when i told her about the letter and i got myself some basic smart clothes.
on the day of the wedding the home payed for a train ticket to take me up to the lake district and julie gave me some extra money for while i was there.
the train ride went by pretty quickly although (due to my predictibly unpredictable hormones) i did have to discreetly make my way to a toilet where i jacked myself with the whit silk panties holly had given me.
feeling the soft pants rub against my dick caused to me to groan in pleasure and i qiuckly grabbed the second pair of panties i had been given and deeply inhaled in time with my pumping.
when i came the thick stream of cum spat across the cramped cubicle and splattered against the opposite wall. luckily i shot my wad in one go and none of it hit the floor. i left the cubicle with the wet panties stuffed in my back pocket, and the stream of cum still dripping down the wall. i’d decided to give the next occupant something to occupy them as they relieved themselves. (although in which manner i remained undecided on)
the overhead speaker buzzed and i stood with my bag hung across my shoulder as i made my way to the exit.
only being a small village, i was the only one on the platform as the train departed. i looked out across the valley the train station was in and saw a small village nestled up against a lake and a tall five-storey building, the hotel the wedding was at, seperated by a long stretch of grass and a snaking tarmack drive.
not wanting to waste my money i decided to walk and followed the winding country road down into the village.
about half way down i stopped to have a break and pulled a coke out of my bag, sitting down on an old log and watched an old farm and the cows wandering about in the field across from me. i saw a girl, about fifteen-sixteen, using on old a small spade to dig up some vegetables growing in a patch in at the back of the farm.
facing away from me she bent over to examine a cabbage patch, my heart beat jumped up because as she did so her short, above-knee skirt rode up her legs and i got a clear view of her lace black panties. reaching a hand behind her she scratched her crotch and slowly peeld the panties out of the way as she delicately plopped a finger in her twat.
i watched for about a minute, slowly rubbing my erect dick through my pants as she fingered herself, then she stood, and her skirt fell back down her legs. turning, she saw me and waved, smiling, oblivious to the fact i’d just watched her frig herself.
finishing my coke and re-arranging my nether regions i continued down the valley to the town. it was half an hour before the wedding so i found myself a clothes shop and used an empty cubicle to change into my smart clothes. i saw someone who worked there watching me suspiciously but when i walked out the door and the alarms didn’t go off she turned to a waiting customer.
i walked through town following the signs for the hotel. when i reached the hotel i saw the long tarmacked drive leading up to some revolving wooden doors. i followed the drive down to the hotel and wandered through the doors. i heard myself gasp as i gazed in wonderment at the luxury and wealth around me. the reception was lit by two massive chandeliers hanging from the cieling and in the centre of the room, an ornate wooden desk stood with small exotic plants potted around it.
“Excuse me sir,” the receptionists voice interrupted my gazing around the room. “Can i help you?” the receptionist asked from behind the ornate desk.
“Oh, yea, im here for the wedding,” i said rummaging through my pockets trying to find the invite,
“Ah, yes,” he said examing the fancy letter, “Just go along the corridor and through the double doors on the left.”
i followed the mans instructions and thought about what would happen when i entered throguh the doors, nothing could have prepared me for the reality.
“Ryan!” i heard a cry as i entered the room, looking around i saw people generally just milling around but not paying me any attention, suddenly i was nearly knocked over by a short, brown-eyed, amber-haired girl, and my heart beat exploded upwards.
“Amber! . .” i gasped, her crushing bear-hug forcing the air out of my lungs.
“What are you doing here?” she asked releasing her grip,
“Some distant relative invited me,” i said breathing deeply, “What are you doin’ here?” i asked,
“My step-sisters a brides-maid,” she said,
“Oh, thats nice,”
“Not really, she’s a real bitch,” i laughed as amber indicated her step-sister behind her, a tall, dark haired girl.
“Have you got a table yet?” she asked,
“No, not yet . . .”
“Good, come sit with us,” she interrupted smiling, taking my hand and leading me towards a table.
i sat down next to amber as she introduced me, “Mum this is Ryan, he goes the same school as me . . .and no, were not.” she finished sharply.
“Oh, Ryan, this is my mum, Liz,” she said,
* * * * *
After we had met each other the wedding started and we watch quietly as the bride and groom and walked towards the stage together. they stepped onto the stage and said their vows etc. etc.
by the time the wedding ceremony had finished, it was dark and slowly people began to leave.
“Were gonna be goin soon,” said Liz taking a sip of her drink, “Are you staying over tonight?” she asked me.
“Nah, i came down on a train today but im goin back later,” i said,
“What?” she said looking shocked, “You cant go back now, its nearly eleven, why dont you stay here?” i choked on my drink as she spoke,
“At the hotel?” i gasped regaining my breath, there was no way i could afford to stay at a hotel,
“No stupid, you could stay with us, we’ve got a spare bed right?” she asked turning to amber,
“Spare bed, yeah right,” she mumbled, as dumbstruck as i was,
“No, i couldn’t possibly, i’ve got no clothes and i’d need permission,” i said,
“Nonsense, i can get you some clothes tommorrow, and who would you need permission from?” she asked, rummaging through her bag, pulling out a phone.
i gave her julies number, and she went outside to call her. as soon as Liz had left the table i turned to amber,
“This is all right with you yeah?” i asked hesitantly,
“Yeah, this is fine,” she said looking up into my eyes, “D’you think we could . . .Y’know?” she asked, her hand gently landing on my knee,
“I think we be able to do something,” i said smiling, her hand pulled further and stopped next to my crotch,
“You know,” she said slowly, “I’ve never given a handj . . ” her hand whipped away as her mum entered from outside.
Walking over with a big smile Liz sat down,
“Okay, Ryan, your gonna stay with us for tommorow and thursday, on friday we’ll drop you off back where you live yeah?” she asked,
“Yeah this is great, thanks so much Mrs Pearce . .”
“Please,” she stopped me, “Call me Liz,”
“Okay, thanks Liz, i really appreciate this, thanks so much,” i saw amber stand and hug her thanks,and, even though it was whispered, i just caught their brief conversation.
“So your not, huh?” said Liz,
“Okay then,” amber sighed, “We are more than friends,”
Liz breathed out audibly, “So. . .Have you kissed yet?” she asked smiling,
“Yes . . .” said amber, not listing the countless other things we’d done “But only on the cheek,” she lied hastily as her mum’s smile widened,
pushing her away, Liz stood, “Okay, you guys, im gonna go call a taxi, if you wanna go outsde to cool down go ahead,
Grabbing me by the hand, amber led me outside.
the hotel was square shaped, like a block of flats, with one side facing the lake. on or right was a big garden with a few adults, talking to each other and smoking a pack of fags.
to our left was a more secluded area of shrubbery surrounded by trees. amber led me towards this area and led me through a gap in some trees, to a massive oak with a bench facing towards the lake.
we sat down on the bench and amber pulled her legs up onto the bench and laid her head across my waist, looking up at me.
“So . . .” i started, “What were you gonna say earlier?”
“Well, i was saying that, i’d never given a handjob, but,” she added quickly, “I’d love to learn how,” she whispered eroticly.
“Well if thats what you want,” i asked, straightening up as amber put her feet on the ground,
“First, slowly unzip my trousers and pull down my trousers and pants,” she looked down to see where she was putting her hands, “And maintain eye contact,” iadded sharply.
slowly my pants become undone and she giggled as my cock sprang free and shuddered in the cold night air.
“Okay, now, wrap each finger around my shaft,” she complied with her instructions and i groaned as her delicate little fingers wrapped around my erect cock and slowly began rubbing up and down,
“Oh god yeah,” i moaned, “Keep doin’ that,” she carried on rubbing and as she gained confidence her pumping gained speed.
she giggled her cute voice echoing in my ears, she carried on pumping but with her free hand she scooped up a drop of pre-cum of my cock and licked her finger delicately, all the while looking deep into my eyes.
“Oh yes amber, oh god i think im gonna cum,” i whispered in her ear leaning forward. then my heart stopped.
“Hey, you two,” Liz cried as she rounded the gap in the trees, “Oh, oh, your busy, oh, okaay, well were goin in two minutes you guys,”
Through an amazing amout of luck i’d leant forward just as Liz had rounded the corner, from her point of view, and especially in the dark it must have looked like we were kissing, the bench blocking her view of ambers hand steadily pumping my cock.
it built slowly up inside, growing from a distant ripple to an inevitable wave of sticky white cum.
“OH GOD AMBER,” i tried to whisper but the feeling inside me was irresistable.
sensing my imminent arrival, amber locked her lips and flicked her tongue around the swollen super-sensitive head of my cock, with such overwhelming feelings flooding through my body, i released my load into ambers mouth.
as my load flooded into her mouth, amber swallowed constantly, trying to keep it in her mouth. when my cum finally stopped she lifted her grinnng head, streams of cum running down her chin, and leaned in to kiss me.
our tongues entwined as my cum, and our saliva flooded each other mouths, we grabbed each other and pulled ourselves close as our kiss continued.
slowly we released each other, and as amber wiped the last of my cum off of her face, and pulled up my pants and zipped my trousers, we heard Liz call us again.
standing i held amber still and admired her, i kissed her again, a short, fleeting moment of intimacy before she gathered my hand in hers, and together we ran across the front drive towards the waiting Liz.
sorry there wasnt as much sex as there was in the last one, i had to find a way t fit the story together
as always comments welcome, enjoy. =)

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