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Senior Highs

This is a story about two people, 18. The names of the people in the story are changed to protect identities. My name is Jason, and I am a senior in high school. I have a lot of friends, and I’m about to have a couple better ones…

Luck In The Park

Hey guys, I’m a long time follower of this site and decided to write my own story. Something simple, a bit of story before the main action begins! Hope you enjoy it, comments welcome! If there’s a good response, I might continue this..

Welcome Home Honey Part 2

Last night, my Husband Mike cheated on me with his secretary; Stacy and I returned the favor by fucking and sucking his best friend in front of him. To my surprise, however, the prick seemed to get off on it. But I have to admit, so did I.
It is the next night and I come home from a long night out with the girls (I needed it) and what do I find? Mike has his buddy, Stan, over. Stan is the friend of his that I never liked and Mike knows it. Stan likes to womanize girls and treat them like they are meat. He has even smacked me on the ass a few times in front of Mike and, come to think of it, I didn’t understand, until now, why Mike never did anything about it. He likes to see it happen. Well, I am not one to spoil a party so I set my things down and say high to Mike and Stan.
“So, Sarah, Mike tells me that you have something planned for us all tonight”
“Does he? Well, nothing set in stone but I’m sure I can keep us entertained.”
We all head to the living room. Mike makes sure to grab the chair, leaving the couch for Stan and I. As we sit, Stan scoots close to me. I look at Mike. His dick is practically tearing through his pants already. Stan’s hand moves to my leg. I politely brush his hand away. Pissed as I am at Mike, the thought of letting this ape of a man handle me, makes me sick to my stomach. Stan puts his hand on my leg again and this time starts rubbing up to my pussy.
“That’s IT!”
I stand up and move to the center of the room facing the two guys.
“Hey, man. You said if I came over that your wife would let me fuck her for sure if I let you watch.”
“Is that what he told you?”
“Yeah”
“Well, that is not happening. I can’t believe you Mike! This is almost as insulting as you cheating on me! You know what… Stan I’ll tell you what, I am so pissed right now that I am willing to look past my hatred of you and fuck you. But you will sit there and shut up, the both of you! I’m gonna make you will regret this, Mike.”
I move to Stan, undo his pants and take his cock out. He begins to slide his hands up my legs to my skirt. I stop playing with his dick and push him back into the couch.
“Obviously you didn’t get the message. I will be fucking you. You get to sit there and enjoy whatever it is that I do to you. Are we clear?”
“Yes…”
“GOOD! Now sit back and don’t fucking move!”
Back on my knees, I begin to suck on Stan’s cock very slowly. Neither of these pricks deserve any satisfaction from this. I suck his cock for a long time, never letting him cum.
“This is what you want, Mike? Your wife to be a little whore for you? Well it’s not gonna happen. He is my whore.”
I suck his cock hard, bringing him to the edge of orgasm and then slow down. I am teasing him. My pussy is dripping wet. I am in control.
“Please, let me cum…”
“NO! I know you want to cum in my pretty little mouth but you don’t cum until I tell you to. Tell me.”
“I don’t cum until you say so.”
“That’s right, now be a good little boy and get down on the floor.”
I move over Stan’s body, facing my husband.
“You wanted to see me get man handled, huh honey. You wanted to see your slut wife be taken by this little prick here? That will never happen. I am gonna fuck him in ways you will only dream about.”
I lower my pussy to his face and it is so wet that drops of my sweet juice hit his face.
“My pussy smells good right?”
Stan nods. He knows better than to speak.
“I bet you want to fuck this sweet pussy but its not gonna happen. Be thankful that I let you taste it.”
With that, I drive my slit into his face, smothering him. I roll my hips around, covering his face with my juices.
“That’s right, lick my pussy. It tastes good.”
I roll forward a bit driving my ass into his face as well.
“Eat my ass! That’s right; clean it out for me like a good little boy. Keep my clit happy too. You are here to please my pussy.”
As Stan’s tongue probes my holes I feel an orgasm building deep in my pussy.
“Oh yes, that’s it! Don’t stop licking that pussy. Clean that ass you filthy boy. Oh yes! YES YES YES YEEEEESSS!”
I cum like an animal, bucking on Stan’s face. Driving my pussy into his mouth. When I am done, I sit up a bit but don’t get off of him.
“Oh, that’s a good boy… But now I have to go…”
“Go where?”
With that, I release my pussy and let a hot stream of piss trickle onto his face. Stan begins to wiggle in protest but I grab his hair and remind him that I am in charge. When he realizes that this is the case he submits and I resume my flow. The hot flow empties out of me and all in his face. I tell him to open up for the last little bit and fill his mouth with the remainder of my pee. He swallows without me having to tell him. His is getting the picture now. I tell Stan to get up to his knees.
“I know how much you want to fuck my sweet pussy but you have not earned it yet. Right now my ass still needs tending to.”
I bend over and present my ass to him. He licks clean the remainder of piss and pussy juice that remains on my ass and pussy.
“Okay, now your dick!”
Taking position behind me, he places his dick at the entrance to my ass and, with one quick motion; I impale myself on his throbbing cock. He starts to try and fuck me but I clench his dick in my ass letting him know that I do the fucking. I start thrusting myself back on his cock as hard as I can.
“Oh my god, your dick feels so good in my ass! I never let mike fuck my ass but you will be my new personal anal toy! Yes, Fuck my ass!
Pumping on his dick as fast as I can, I feel his cock tighten.
“Do you want to cum in my ass, my little fuck toy?”
“Yes…”
” Does my husband like seeing his wife getting fucked in the ass?”
“Oh yeah…”
“Oh fuck it feels so good, fucking my ass!”
My second orgasm shoots through my body.
“OH FUCK YES! CUM NOW! Cum in my ass! Oh Yes, fuck!
I feel his load fill my ass. His load even starts to leak out a bit onto the floor. I pull away from Stan, who is nearly passed out from exhaustion.
“Okay, get out…”
“What?”
“You heard me, fuck toy… I will call you if I need you again.”
Stan, in a daze, gets up and leaves forgetting to even put his pants on until he is out the door.
“Now you, my cuckold of a husband…”
“Yes?”
“You know what your job is…”
He positions himself at the floor, waiting to taste my wet pussy and ass. I kneel down in to meet his eye level and push Stan’s cum out of my ass on to the floor to mix with my piss from earlier.
“For tonight’s stunt you can clean up the floor…”
I stand up. Mike looks at me with an almost pitiful face.
“I told you that I would make you regret it.”
Mike smiles and drops his face to the floor and starts licking up my mess…
To be continued… again…

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What did you say? [ Pt.1 ]

NOTE: This story is a fictional incest story which is contradicting to all of the other incest stories where the boy does all of the pursuading, in this one, the mother does the pursuading. This isn’t ment to be taken seriously or to be taken as a guide to help in real life. Hell, I don’t even know if this story is even worth reading. You be the judge of whether I should finish this story or not.
I gotta say, when I turned sixteen, I knew something big would happen, just not something this big.
My names Matt, I am about 6 feet tall, and I am fifteen years old, and- well, here is my story.
April 25th, 2007
With there being just two days before my 16th birthday, eveything in the house was hectic- even though im a lonely child with a single mom. See, my dad was a good man, he treated me like I was the best thing to happen since he met Mom, except he treated Mom like shit. Well one day, he was on a plane, headed back from a buisness trip, and he said that bad people where on the plane and he didn’t know if he’d be coming home for my birthday. He said he loved me and Mom, and that I needed to be the man of the house, then he started to say something but the plane went into the side of the World Trade Centers on 9/11.
Well, my Mom, She’s turning 40, she’s about 5’8″, she is skinny, with blonde hair, and I hate to say it, but I’ve had a- crush on her since 7th grade. She has the best ass that I’ve ever seen, and her boobs are the sexiest I’ve ever seen, her bra size was 36C. I have always fasinated about having sex with her and have often jerked off to the image of her naked, and to give a little help, I usually will grab one of her worn panties and- well you get the picture.
Our house is a relatively large house for a family of two, it has three quite large rooms, one and a half bathrooms, a medium sized kitchen, and a large dinning/ living area. My room and her room are right across from each other, thats what makes it easy to grab her panties. The guest bedroom is downstairs, along with the dinning room, kitchen area, and the half bathroom.
I am a sophmore in high school, and sadly, still a virgin and still havent had a girlfriend. To tell the truth, I don’t want a girlfriend, I’m not gay, it’s just that the only woman I want is Mom.
It wasn’t til I was about to turn 14 when I started spying on Mom. I’d find ways to spy on her in her room, in the shower, or where ever I really could.
“Matt, time for dinner!” Mom yelled.
“Okay!” I yelled back. “Be there in a second.”
I hurried downstairs to find that Mom had made Mac & Cheese with hot dogs in it, which was my favorite. She looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes, probably hoping that I wouldn’t notice, and I pretended not to until she continued to look at me as I put my plate away in the dishwasher.
“Dinner was delish- uh are you going to eat?”
“Wha- oh! Yeah…” She nervously chuckled. “Yeah, I uh-” She took a bite of food. “Mmmm…”
“Why are you acting so stange?” I asked.
“Because I want you to fuck me as hard as you possibly can!” My dick got rock hard and my horny mind took over.
Then I woke up.
“Uhh just a dream.” I said, wiping the sleep from my eyes. I checked my alarm clock. It’s 6:28AM.
I wish that I’d at least get to see her pussy or something in my dream, that would make me sort of happy. I sat up in my bed, hoping my boner would go down long enough for me to go to the shower. I grabbed a few essentials, boxers, shirt, pants, and headed to the shower.
I shut and locked the bathroom door behind me, as I dropped my clothes on the floor and took my morning piss. Mom knocked on the door, asking if she can piss. I told her to hold on, because I was in the shower, which was a lie, but I really wanted a chance to see her pussy in plain view, and not from a window.
I got in the shower, and closed the curtains and told Mom that she can come in. She hurried, and I knew I was going to miss my chance If I didn’t act now, I acted like I slipped and fell out of the shower. The bathroom wasn’t big, and I fell just enough for my head to lnd right inbetween her legs, right into her pussy. It wasn’t there long, so I took my chance, I stuck my toungue into her vag, just a little bit though, that way it didn’t look like I intentionaly tried to lick my mother’s pussy. As I got up, we both where speechless, and embarassed. I hurried back into the shower, and she hurried out of the bathroom after she finished pissing. I couldn’t believe that worked. I actually planned it perfectly, even though I planned to fall on the floor and not have my face in her pussy, it worked out better than I though it would.
I started to think back on the taste. I can’t describe it, all I knew is that I wanted more. When you do something you know is wrong, usually you wouldn’t be able to look at yourself it the mirror, I was the exact opposite. I felt accomplished, I mean I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. My dreams might actually be coming true.
Once my shower was over, I put my clean clothes on, and took my dirty ones into my hamper in my room. When I looked up, I saw Mom, laying in my bed, looking as if she was sleeping. Not wanting to wake her, I quickly and quietly grabbed my socks and shoes and ran down the stairs to the couch. Like I do every morning, I put my left sock on, then the right, then slipped on my right shoe, then the left. And as I went to the kitchen to grab a snack, I glanced over to the stairs and saw Mom, slowly walking down the stairs as if she woke up from a long slumber.
“Hi Matt, I- uh just wanted to- uh-” She started.
“Mom, I knew that was awkward what happened this morning, I slipped on the soap and fell, I really didn’t mean to do what happened next.” I told her.
“Matt, What did you do to me when you fell? I don’t know what it was, but it felt so fucking good!” She said, looking a little more awake.
“I bit my toungue and I guess some of it was sticking out or something, because I got some hair on it.” I sort of admitted.
“Matt, I want to talk with you when you get back from school, okay?”
“Alright.” I said, grabbing some bread and taking small bites out of it. I was a little nervous about what she wanted to talk about, but that didn’t keep me from staring at her beautiful ass as she walked up the stairs. It’s like a routine, I eat some bread, fantisize about Mom, and occasionally I will jerk off in the morning if I get horny enough, and this morning I really wanted to. It was late though, so even if I really wanted to, I can’t. I quickly grabbed my backpack and headed off to another boring day at school.
I have to walk to school, I live about three blocks from it, so there really isn’t a point in taking a bus or even drivng. Like usual, I got to the enterance of the student parking lot, also where the main enterance and Attendence Office is. This morning was quite strange though, I felt like people where staring at me, and I tried to reach in my pocket and act like someone was calling me when I realized that I’d left my phone at home. So instead of answering a call, I looked like what ever was in my pocket was life or death.
Once I got across the parking lot, to the school doors, I started to wonder, Why was Mom sleeping in my bed this morning? That might be what she wanted to talk about. I don’t know, but I want to know. I walked in to first block just fifteen seconds before the tardy bell rang, and I quietly too my seat, in the back of the class. The thought of my toungue being inside of Mom’s vagina, even though it was just a little bit, kept me unfocused all the way through first, second, and third block.
Once fourth block hit, that thought completly vanished, once I realized that I hadn’t even studied for the exam. I am not a very smart kid when it comes to algebra. Hell, I barley even know how to solve one step, let alone half of the crap they are testing us on now. I just know I’m going to flunk it. I was three quarters done when the Attendence Office called me down because I was being signed out. I was walking out of the class, relieved, when I remembered that Mom needed to talk to me. I know I was thinking about the possibilities of what it may be, but for some reason I can’t think of them right now. I hadn’t even realized how fast the school day went by until I looked at the clock outside the Office, it was already 1:54PM.
Mom and I walked quietly to her ’99 Grand Prix, and both sat inside for a minute, not saying a word.
“Why’d you pick me up early?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“We need to talk.” She said, starting up the car.
“Is it about this morning?”
“It might be.” She said, pulling out of the parking space.
“Is it?” I asked again.
She was quiet as she drove home, and was quiet all the way until we got inside the house.
“Matt, I want to talk about what happened this morning.” Mom said, locking the door behind her.
“How did I guess that?” I said to myself.
“I know you did the toungue thing on purpose.” She paused. “And I think I liked it.”
I didn’t know how to respond, I was speechless. I mean, I wanted to hear this, but I never actually thought she’d say it, you know?
“Matt, I know that you planned it all out.”
“How?”
“Because, you’ve been spying on me, and have gotten plenty of looks at my area.” She said, whispering the last few words.
“I never spied on you!” I lied.
“Matt, you don’t need to hide it. I’ve-”
“You’ve what?” I asked.
“I’ve done the same thing to you.”
There was a long pause.
“What?” I was shocked. I hoped she liked me back, but it’s a little creepy for a 40 year old to be spying on a young teenager.
“I have been thinking recently, and by the stunt you pulled this morning, I have made a decision. If we both love each other, then why shouldn’t we fuck?”
“Because it’s illegal.”
“Whose gonna know?”
I always imagined me doing all of the pursuading to her, not her doing it to me. I do want to fuck her, but I haven’t fucked before, and she has. I don’t want to embarass myself, which is pretty funny when you look at what I pulled earlier.
“We can’t, at least not yet. Let me think about it. Okay?”
“Okay Matt, take your time.”

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