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Incestuous Camping

Incestuous Camping
Blake stood at his wife’s grave and fought against the anxious turning in his stomach, willing himself to not vomit. Twelve years ago, his wife Holly had taken the coward’s exit, using their car and their garage to asphyxiate her life away. And, now, Blake was holding on by bloodied fingernails. But, he wasn’t contemplating suicide. Responsibility kept those thoughts at bay. What tormented his soul, he couldn’t put a finger on.
His palms were sweaty, heart racing. The mid summer air was filled with dense humidity, making it almost impossible for him to suck enough oxygen into his struggling lungs. An anxiety attack, his head tormented by circumstances beyond his understanding.
“Dad, why did Mom kill herself?” Blake’s daughter, Amber, pulled him out his disturbing thoughts. He was thankful for the life preserver.
“I don’t know, honey.” Amber asked that question frequently, and Blake’s replies were always vague. Barely fourteen years old, Amber was too young to know the truth. Suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem, a mental illness. Blake didn’t want to tell Amber that there was no mystery to be solved regarding Holly’s death. External factors did not force his wife to commit suicide. It was an internal factor, the sickness in his wife’s head.
“Red sky at night, sailors’ delight,” Amber chimed solemnly, looking toward the sunset.
“Light interacting with dry dust particles in the lower atmosphere gives the sunset that reddish appearance, Amber. It’s actually a good indicator that dry weather is coming.”
“Thanks teacher,” Amber mocked, softening her words with a slight smile.
“I don’t think so.” Blake had met with too many of Amber’s teachers, listened to their Pollyannaish views, and had concluded that some of them were stuck between adolescence and adulthood, surrounded by child peers rather than their emotional underlings.
Blake had been born, raised, and met his wife in the miniscule city of Elmira, New York. And he was now standing in Elmira’s Woodlawn Cemetery, a graveyard most notable for being the burial place of Mark Twain. Elmira was a depressed city, and Blake had moved away shortly after Holly’s death, finding a better job opportunity and a more palpable climate in Virginia Beach. But, he came back every year to visit his wife’s grave, see childhood friends, and take his daughter camping.
As for Amber, she despised Elmira, although she looked forward to seeing her mother’s grave. Elmira, New York, was a far cry from the hustle and bustle of New York City. The people were largely conservative Republicans, and Blake knew that the lackluster community bored his young daughter. As for camping, Amber enjoyed that until it came time to actually camp. Sleeping without the security of locked doors scared his little girl, as did the unfamiliar wilderness noises.
Blake was dismayed that dusk was gathering as he turned into Treman State Park and made his way to their designated campsite. To him, dusk represented death, the death of day, the time when he couldn’t prevent himself from reflecting on bygone events and gloomily conclude that life was just a meaningless cycle of monotony followed by eternal nothingness. He couldn’t turn the tide and . . . and what? What did he want to do? He couldn’t figure it out. But, dusk taunted him, drowned him in its death.
It was Independence Day weekend and the campground was filled to capacity. When Blake had pulled in with his registration confirmation two days previous, he had overheard a group of potential campers being turned away, told that there were no available lots. The campsites were fairly close to one another, allowing for very little privacy. The little camp enclaves consisted of a small grassy area for tents, a picnic table chained to a pine tree, and a fire pit. Amber had wanted to stop at Red Lobster for dinner, but Blake refused to splurge, giving her two choices – McDonald’s or campfire cooking. She pouted, chose McDonald’s.
“I don’t understand why we couldn’t have just spent tonight at the Holiday Inn that we passed, instead of driving all the way to Ithaca,” Amber complained, sliding out of the pick up truck. “It’s right on that Water Street in Elmira . . . “
“And I don’t understand,” Blake countered pointedly, “why we have to camp at a state park when there are mountains are all around us.” He waved a hand in illustration. “There’s a goddamn swimming pool here for Christ’s sake! Besides, why would we stay in a hotel after paying for a campsite?”
“You shouldn’t swear, Dad,” Amber returned softly.
Amber was dating a good, safe kid from a strict, religious family. Amber’s ‘dates’ consisted of church functions and watching PG movies with her boyfriend’s family. Blake didn’t believe in God or any of that hooey eternal crap. When his wife snuffed out her life, that was her finality. Weak people needed God, used Him as a crutch to explain away their misery instead of just sucking it up and forging ahead. Blake’s beliefs caused him much anxiety and sleepless nights, worried about dying, but he couldn’t stop the tide from turning – bloodied fingernails or not.
Blake started a campfire while Amber took a shower in the nearby restroom facility. He enjoyed staring into the dancing flames and feeling the warmth; the absorption calmed his restless mind. When Amber returned, wet head, she complained that the inalterable shower water had been cold. Blake told her that showering wasn’t a part of ‘roughing it’.
“I was talking to the teenagers camping next to us in the ladies’ room,” Amber said, sitting on the log beside Blake. “They seem nice.”
“Oh?” Blake looked over at them. A group of four with one pop up tent. Two boys, two girls – obviously, two couples. Blake and Amber shared a single tent as well. He knew that it looked inappropriate, a grown man sleeping with an attractive young girl. But, Amber wouldn’t budge on the issue. It was, in fact, all Blake could do to keep his terrified daughter out of his sleeping bag during the night.
Amber was attractive, very attractive. Long blonde hair and big green eyes, she took ballet lessons and carried herself with long-limbed gracefulness. She had worn a pale pink string bikini swimming earlier that day, and it anguished Blake that his eyes had been irresistibly drawn to the rounded molds of her apple-sized breasts, deliciously outlined by the skimpy top. He tried dismissing the thought of how the visual of his daughter had stirred his libido, caused an erection. He tried dismissing it, but he could not. It lingered in his brain like a bad hangover.
After brushing her hair, Amber found a stick and roasted marshmallows. She put the fluffy white puff of sugar directly in the fire, allowing the marshmallow to become enflamed. Then, she pulled the burning treat out, allowing the flame to extinguish itself naturally, reducing the outside of the marshmallow to a sweet, blackened ashy substance. Blake watched her. A teenage girl, she was very fascinating to him. In some ways, Amber was a little girl still – she pouted and was terrified of camping. In other ways, Amber was a little adult – she was an exceptional cook and kept their home immaculate. Like Blake, she was at a crossroads in her life. Except Blake couldn’t see down his paths of choosing; sometimes, he couldn’t even clearly see the crossroads.
“What do you think Jason is doing right now?” Blake asked, referring to her boyfriend. He didn’t really give a rat’s ass about Amber’s stuff shirt boyfriend; he just wanted to divert the thoughts in his head. An all too familiar migraine was rearing its ugly head.
“It’s ten o’clock, so he’s probably sleeping.” Amber spoke around a mouthful of marshmallow, looking toward the teenagers camping next to them. Blake turned in the same direction. The kids were noisy, their slurred voices indicating that they had found some unscrupulous adult to purchase them alcohol.
“You’re a good girl, Amber,” Blake smiled, reaching out to gently touch his daughter’s leg. “You’re not like those kids.” Blake sometimes wondered if Amber had been switched at birth, because she was such a wide-eyed innocent. Holly had been a nasty, lustful creature. If Holly wasn’t cheating on him, they were engaging in partner swapping.
“They invited me over,” Amber said, a pleading question in her tone.
“No.” Blake replied pointedly, giving his daughter a stern look.
“You’re no fun, Dad,” she folded her arms and pouted, kicked dirt in the fire. “You’re just like Jason!”
“I’m nothing like your stuffed shirt boyfriend,” Blake returned. “I’m just not going to give you permission to get shit faced.”
“Fine! I’m going to bed then!” Amber stood up and stalked angrily into the tent.
Blake didn’t enjoy being the fun police; it bothered him when Amber asserted her independence. His little girl was growing up, but that didn’t bother him. It was . . . It was . . . It was policing her activities. It was being the adult. It was the knowledge that Amber’s little friends viewed him as an authority figure. When Amber had been a little girl, it hadn’t bothered him to be viewed as the adult, because . . . because . . . because . . . He couldn’t put a finger on it! Why the hell did it bother him now?!!
As he struggled getting the lid off a bottle of Advil Extra Strength, he felt the loneliness creeping in. When Amber had been younger, she used to look up to him like a God, her sole provider. Now, she had ballet and all her extracurricular school activities. He sometimes didn’t see her until well after seven o’clock in the evening. The stillness of the house sometimes encapsulated him like a tomb. Oh, he dated and had girlfriends, but he never once considered getting married again. Perhaps, in his mind, he was still married. Or, perhaps, he was traumatized by Holly’s suicide. Either way, he was lonely and wished Amber was six years old again.
When he finally crawled into the tent, Amber was where he half-expected her to be, curled up on his sleeping bag. Amber had learned a little trick. If she slept on his sleeping bag, he would have to lay close to her, in case she woke up frightened. Blake lay down beside his daughter on the air mattress that she had purchased specifically for this trip. Amber, she wanted to camp with as many creature comforts as possible. He sighed deeply, the aching in his head gone, but he feeling emotionally and physically spent.
Amber rolled over and pressed her head into his chest. “Good night.”
“Good night, baby.” Blake didn’t like it when Amber fell asleep snuggled against him, because he knew they’d awake in some inappropriate, incestuous embrace. And, Blake couldn’t really object, because the fourteen-year-old virgin wouldn’t understand.
It grew silent in the tent, and Blake began drifting into a drowning sleep. His thoughts were haunted. Downtown Elmira was becoming a ghost town of vacant stores and mom-and-pop shops, shops predestined by the lack of commerce to be temporary. The nearby mall was rapidly becoming a vacant building as well. He wished that he hadn’t come, wished he were in Virginia Beach. Then, Blake thought about his childhood and wished Elmira was as it had been in his youth, with consumers shopping downtown at Izard’s Department Store and Woolworth’s. He really wanted that – for his hometown to be young again.
In the tent next door, Blake heard the teenagers’ voices growing louder. They had gone into their tent quite a while ago but were obviously still awake. As he listened more intently, Blake noticed that only two of the teenagers were talking – a male and a female. They were laughing, humorously agitated about something.
“You’re moving my mattress!” A male voice carried loudly.
There was no corresponding reply to the outcry and conversation stopped in the neighboring tent. Fully awake now, Blake laid still and listened. He could hear rustling and fluctuating human sounds. The noises didn’t appear to be fully annunciated words, merely sounds. Blake thought that perhaps . . . He didn’t want to jump to perverted conclusions, and he held his breath, trying to figure out exactly what was going on next tent. After a few minutes, Blake’s assumptions were confirmed when his ears boldly picked up what he thought he had been hearing.
“Uhhhh,” came a very long, passionate female sigh. “Uhhhh . . . “
Blake lifted his head, heart pounding fast. They were fucking in the tent next door!
From a campsite across the road, a catcall echoed mockingly, “Uhhhh . . . Uhhhh . . . Give it to her good!” Blake couldn’t help but laugh, and Amber snickered a little as well.
The same voice that had complained about his mattress moving now objected, “I’m going out to the car to sleep, give you two some privacy!”
The sound of the tent zipper followed, and Blake heard two voices – one male, one female – laughing. The grass and gravel sounded out their footsteps heading to the vehicle. A car door opened and closed. Then, all was still again. Blake wondered if the licentiousness behavior had stopped. Inside his pajama bottoms, he was throbbing uncomfortably. Damn horny and drunk teenagers, he thought angrily.
Then, from the neighboring tent, the female cried out her passionate lust. “I want you! . . . I need you!” A male’s voice followed, too low and husky for Blake’s ears to decipher what was said. “I want it!” The female begged with unbridled, wild abandonment.
“You two should be charging by the minute for the live pornography!” A taunting male voice called from across the road. A female followed with “I don’t know if I should be appalled, masturbate, or introduce myself and ask to join them!”
“Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . Yeah . . . Yeah . . . Yeah . . . Yeah . . . “ Blake could hear flesh slapping and the sloppy wetness of the girl’s pussy. The female was now undeniably being fucked! Blake could hear the mattress inside the tent being manipulated by the male’s pussy pounding.
“Huh . . . Huh . . . Huh,” the male puffed his exertion with each rapid stroke.
The catcalls were coming from several campsites now. But the couple appeared to be too into it to care, especially the female. “Good . . . Oh, it’s so good!” Her voice was strained with orgasm. “I love it!”
Blake enjoyed listened to the lusty girl getting exactly what she had begged for. But, he didn’t enjoy being painfully erect next to his daughter. Still, Blake was twisted enough to acknowledge that part of his arousal came from the fact that virgin Amber was overhearing the fuck.
“Oh fuck me!” The girl screamed at the top of her lungs. “Your horse cock is hitting my pussy in all the right spots!”
“Huh . . . Huh . . . Huh.” The male continued to puff through his rapid movements. The girl had the noisiest pussy Blake had ever heard, so incredibly wet, like she had dumped a full cup full of fluid into her cunt.
Then, the neighboring tent was abruptly silent. Blake listened futilely for more sloppy sex sounds. For all her begging, the female had only received a few minutes of penetration, and Blake felt a smug satisfaction knowing that he could have done better. The zipper on the neighboring tent was pulled down and Blake soon heard two male voices conversing near the teenagers’ parked vehicle.
The catcalling continued, “Is this going to be a double feature?”
The carnal couple didn’t reply to the taunts, and the female’s voice wasn’t heard from again. Blake wondered if she had fallen asleep or if she was too embarrassed to acknowledge what had just transpired. Maybe, Blake thought distastefully, she was just a stupid slut, waiting for something more to be put inside her. Some girls were like that, Blake knew, easily manipulated – especially young ones.
With a low agonizing moan, Blake closed his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a painful erection. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until it was remedied, and he formulated his masturbation plan. He’d wait until Amber’s breathing indicated that she was sleeping. Then, he’d carefully maneuver away from her and jack off in the men’s room. He didn’t dare move at that moment, with the head of a rock hard erection protruding from his pajama bottoms. And, Amber . . . She’d undoubtedly accompany him to the restroom, terrified to be alone in the tent. It wouldn’t do him any good to be walking up to the bathroom beside a pretty, young girl, with his cock head sticking out!
“Dad?” Amber whispered unsteadily. Blake didn’t reply, hoping Amber would fall asleep faster if she thought he was already sleeping. “Dad?” She whispered again, a little louder. Again, he didn’t reply.
Blake felt Amber move away from him. She appeared to be fiddling with something, and Blake wondered what she was doing but kept his eyes closed. “Yes,” he heard Amber whisper in a low, sensual tone. “Yes . . . “ The mattress was moving in a rhythmic manner. “Ooooo . . . Yeah.”
With eyes firmly shut, Blake reached out a hand, wrapped it around his daughter, and drew her to him. He wasn’t sure if his hand hugging her waist was meant to prevent his daughter from masturbating or a sexual advance. Either way, Amber tensed, quickly drew her hand away from her crotch. For a moment, she lay still. Then, “Dad?”
“Mmmm . . . “ Blake opened his eyes, feigning husky drowsiness, “I had the strangest dream . . . ”
“Really?” Amber choked.
Blake kissed the top of his daughter’s head, keeping his embrace firm. “Hey, Amber, I’m sorry for falling asleep. Do you want to – need to – discuss what they were doing?”
Amber laughed in a mysterious fashion, “No, Dad. I definitely don’t need that!”
“What does that laugh mean?” Blake’s eyes narrowed, heart pounding unsteadily with genuine surprised. “Are Jason and you having sex?” When she didn’t reply, Blake sighed with frustration. He wanted to punch himself in the face for being such a . . . such a . . . such an ADULT! Why couldn’t he just go with the flow, be one of those open-minded parents who bought booze for minors and smoked pot with them? And, why did the thought of his beloved Amber taking a cock into her tiny body fill him with such sexual desire and repulsion? “Do you do it a lot?” Blake was immediately horrified that the question came from his mouth.
“No,” Amber replied with unabashed disheartenment. “His parents are always around, and he worries about me getting pregnant.”’ She was quite for a moment. Then, “Dad?”
“Hmmm?”
“If I tell you something, you promise that you won’t be mad at me?”
“What is it?”
“No. You have to promise that you won’t get mad at me first.”
Blake hesitated. How could he possibly promise an involuntary reaction? He wished he had that kind of control over his emotions! He made the promise anyway.
“When Uncle Larry visited last month, I had sex with him.” She spoke in a hurried whisper, cringing in her father’s arms.“Why?”
Amber squirmed a little. “Because . . . the boys my own age. It’s so difficult to find someone to do it with . . . Uncle Larry wanted to and . . . ”
Uncle Larry was Holly’s brother, on his third marriage. Every June, he used Blake’s Virginia Beach home as a free hotel. Apparently, his overweight brother in law was using his daughter as well. Blake made a mental note to swing by Larry’s on his way home and beat the fat fucker to a bloodied pulp.
Blake held his daughter for a moment, stroked her long hair. Her nightgown was hiked up around her waist; she was void of panties. And, she made no movement to cover herself. Blake debated about what he should do. He thought about the teenagers in the next tent over and about his own childhood that had slipped into . . . He didn’t want to think anymore. Sighing deeply, he moved his erection slightly toward Amber, testing her reaction to it. She gave no indication that she felt his slight jab, and Blake grew agitated. He gave his daughter a strong thrust, keeping his erection against her uncovered cunt. Then, he began circling his hips, spilling pre-cum onto his daughter’s exposed belly. Amber silently circled her naked cunt in time with him. Through his pajama bottoms, Blake felt the heated wetness of her sex.
“Does it feel good?” Blake whispered very low, husky. While grinding, he kept sliding his cock head up into her pussy lips, brushing against her clit. He could feel the scattering of her pubic hairs against the tip of his dick.
“So good,” Amber returned, wrapping an arm around her father to draw their bodies even closer together, continuing to grind against him. “You are so big – bigger than even Uncle Larry.”
“Do you want to feel it in you?”
“Yes!” Amber screamed her urgency.
Wordlessly, Blake removed his clothes while Amber did likewise. He couldn’t bring himself to kiss, caress, or undress his daughter. Even in his fractured mental state, it was too perverted. “Are you ready?” He whispered once they were both stripped.
“Yes! Hurry! Give it to me, put your huge cock in me!”
He rolled over onto his daughter. Quickly, before his moral conscious reared its ugly head, he slid into Amber’s haven. Beneath him now, Blake could feel how tiny she was, her hips and taut belly barely half the width of his torso.
“Oh!” Amber shuttered. “I love your big cock in me!”
“You have to be quiet. It won’t do either of us any good for the other campers to know what’s going on in this tent.” Blake whispered, his organ stilled to give her body time to adjust to the intruding member.
“O-Okay,” Amber agreed. “But it’s going to be hard. I’ve wanted to have sex with you for a long time.”
“You’re having it now,” Blake smiled a little, “dirty daughter.”
Blake couldn’t remember the last time he had been with a woman who hadn’t given birth, and Amber’s sex cavity was like a tight glove pulsating around his cock. She was as wet as any female he had been with and so very hot. His little girl, he loved her and wanted to outdo her stuffed shirt boyfriend and Uncle Larry in providing her pleasure. “Tighten and release your pelvic muscles while I’m fucking you,” he whispered the instruction. “It’ll help you cum.”
Blake began moving his lower body, quickening his pace and increasing his depth of penetration with each stroke. Before too long, he was shaking Amber’s body with his powerful thrusts, giving her every bit of his ample endowment. In the darkened tent, he couldn’t see her very well, but the sloppy slapping sounds and the wetness against his balls let him know that she was enjoying the fuck.
“Ooooo . . . “ Blake felt his balls draw up with the urgency to cum. At his age, Blake knew that he no longer had the staying power for a second orgasm and wanted to fuck his daughter for as long as possible. Her tight vagina made an ever so slight popping sound as his overfilling instrument was removed from it.
“Did you cum?” She asked. “Inside me?”
“No,” Blake whispered. “I want to switch positions. Lay back.”
Kneeling with his knees on the mattress, he reached for Amber’s legs and lifted them up until, shoulders flat on her back, Amber’s ass was off the black air mattress. He slid into her saturated vulva with a deep moan of pleasure. Man, she was so hot and tight! In this position, she felt even better, and he would have full stroke maneuverability. After wrapping her legs around his shoulders, he began pounding her relentlessly with long, deep, and quick strokes.
“Ugh, ugh,” Amber huffed. “Oh, Dad . . . uh . . . oh, yeah!”
“Shhhh,” Blake whispered. “You have to be quiet.” He wanted to scream his pleasure, listen to her nasty words of enjoyment, but his ever-thinking adult mind overruled his carnal desire.
“I’m trying, but it’s so hard. I’ve never had it so deep and fast before. I’m coming hard,” she gasped, chest heaving. Blake laughed a little, thrilled to know that Amber was enjoying the fuck as much as he was.
As he moved his lower body again, he wrapped his hands around Amber’s ass. Her bottom was delicately soft and petite, just the slightest curvature. He guided her back toward his thrusting, controlling her movements. Amber gasped, twisted her upper body. Then, she reached out, wrapped her hands around either side of Blake’s lower legs, and dug her fingernails in painfully. The rough contact excited Blake, and he slammed faster into his daughter. The loud slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the tent, mixed with telltale squishy sounds of rock hard cock pounding soaked pussy. As Blake huffed and fucked Amber, he listened for catcalls outside the tent and was thankful to hear silence.
“Ooooo . . . Makes me cum . . . Ooooo . . . “
“Roll flat onto your belly,” Blake whispered, releasing Amber’s legs.
“H-Huh?”
“Just do it,” Blake replied testily, gulping to get fresh air into his legs. Having her was magnificent, but he knew he that could do a better job with his daughter, and a fleeting fantasy of possibilities stole through his head. The lack of privacy and inability to speak pleasured thoughts aloud were undeniable drawbacks. And, as much as he wanted to continue in that position, Amber couldn’t refrain from uttering her pleasure. Also, he was dying from the physical exertion and needed to slow the tempo.
Amber she lay flat on her belly, ass exposed to him. For a moment, Blake considered easing his cock into that ass but decided against it. She was too little, his cock too large, and he had no lubrication. Saliva would do in a pinch, he knew, but Amber deserved better than a guy’s spit in her asshole. Instead, he arched over his daughter and eased his cock into her pussy, resting most of his weight on his extended arms.
“Now, cross your legs,” he instructed. “It’ll fill you up all the way.”
“You already fill me up all the way,” Amber cooed lovingly, doing as instructed. “Oh, you feel even thicker like this! Oh, Dad, I’m so full!”
His daughter was unbelievably tight in this position, and he varied his movements from fast and jerky to slow and deep, switching it around to prevent himself from cuming. He could feel Amber’s sex fluttering against his cock. Looking down at her, he noticed that she had his sleeping bag in her mouth and clawing at another part of the fabric.
“I’m enjoying it, too,” Blake whispered tenderly.
“Oh . . . It’s so hard . . . to . . . Oh, it’s . . . “
“Going to cum . . . ” Blake whispered between clenched teeth. He was filled with glowing happiness, the urgency of a pressing orgasm. His being was filled with the glory of being young again. He was transported to Cancun, on his honeymoon with Holly. A high manic state came over him. He thought about how, in his mind, he could be anyone. In his mind, he could be young again. It suddenly seemed so simple.
Amber was having a major orgasm, Blake could feel it, and he moved his body quickly in respond to it. “Oh,” she gushed hotly. “Oh, yes!” Blake no longer cared if Amber spoke her pleasure aloud. For a fleeting moment, he wanted to hear her scream it! As his orgasm spouted into Amber’s hot interior, Blake didn’t give a fuck about anything. He knew that he was filling her up with life giving sperm, possibly impregnating his own offspring, but he didn’t care. He was so sick and fucking tired of thinking.
Blake’s high manic state was almost immediately replaced with immeasurably guilt after he came. Pushing out of Amber’s sex cavity as though it were made of hot coals, he put a hand to his mouth, gagging with the awareness of what he had just done. Uncaring of his nudity, Blake bolted from the tent. Standing nude before a quieted campground, Blake finally realized what had been alluding him, and he began projectile vomiting. He finally knew what he wanted to do, what was stirring all of his anxiety. He knew now that dusk represented death, and Blake didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to grow old. He didn’t want to admit the truth – that he was no longer young. While his horny little girl Amber had screwed him out of desperation for cock, he had screwed Amber for an even sicker reason. He wanted her youth! He wanted to be those teenagers in the neighboring tent! He wanted it so badly he screwed his daughter for a virtual taste of it!
He also understood why he despised Amber’s teachers. It wasn’t only because of their Pollyannaish views of the world; it was because they had managed to hold onto something that Blake had lost somewhere along the way. Time had aged his mind, dried up his soul as he became an adult, capable of seeing and accepting painful truths. Those instructors, they weren’t hampered by the bleak realities of adulthood. Although they were aged in birthday years, they were children still. Blake wanted that. But, after screwing his daughter, he knew he could never have it again. It wasn’t in him. Oh, God, it wasn’t in him! And, because it wasn’t in him, he needed to erase the memory of what had just transpired. Oh, God, he had screwed his flesh and blood, his beautiful Amber!
“Dad,” Amber whispered sternly, standing above Blake. “Get up! You can’t be out here like this! For pity’s sake, it was only sex!”
“You’ll hate me for it in a few years, Amber,” Blake lamented, following his daughter back inside the tent. “You’ll become estranged from me. I’ll lose you!”
“If you say so,” Amber returned. “All I know right now is that you rocked my world. I never came half that much before!” She lay down.
“Don’t get too cozy,” Blake said, shakily gathering up their possessions from inside the tent. “We’re leaving.”
“Now?” Amber asked ridiculously. “In the middle of the night?”
“Yes,” Blake emphatically replied. “We need to bail out before morning comes. I don’t want to be here just in case someone overheard us. And, Amber?”
“Yes?”
“What happens in western New York, stays in western New York.”

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Audrina and Serena part 3

Serena got slowly to her feet, grinning at me. Our eyes were locked on eachother and the contact seemed so intimate even though we weren’t touching just yet. My best friend and soon to be lover lay back on my bed, her dark hands clutching the quilted breadspread in anticipation. I let my gaze travel across her body for several moments so that I might drink in this vision of beauty and remember it for a very long while. I watched her shiver under my inspection and finally moved towards the bed on legs that felt gummy like jello with nerves.
I wanted to please her. I had the desire to make her cry out my name and shake like I sometimes did when pleasing myself. Starting out carefully, I let my fingertips tenderly walk across her skin. She was so warm. I could feel the heat radiating off of her young body and see the flush in her cheeks. I put my palms flat on either one of her thighs and moved them sensually up the tanned, toned flesh that was there. Serena bit her lip, her eyes glued to my hands and the movements they made. I traced the edge of her bikini bottoms teasingly, going around her leg and up to the waistband, around the other leg and back again. The dampness of her pussy juices was soaking through the flimsy material. The moist stain was clearly visible to me and the smell was something I couldn’t describe. I tiptoed my fingers across the place where her lips would be, watching her jump under my tender touch. Serena whimpered a little, begging me to do more. I only nodded and moved to untie the bottoms, taking my time with the knots as if that in itself was a labourious process. I stared unabashedly at her dripping flower, but ignored it. Instead I took my tongue to the bit of skin just above her little mound. Her grip on the bedspread tightened as I moved my tongue in little circles across her stomach and up towards her chest. I was so hungry for her now. I wanted to do so many things I had seen and read about but I knew it would be so much sweeter and meaningful if I were to take my time. I bit gently at her left nipple through the fabric of her top, grinning at the gasp that tore out of her mouth. I ran my tongue along the edges of the fabric and peeled back one of the cups to suck her puffy, sweet little teat into my warm mouth. I suckled and moved my tongue in circles around the sensitive nub, lifting my lips away without haste. I tugged at the ties holding the useless garment to her body and tossed it across the room. Moving to the other breast, I continued my languid loving. I moved my hand up her body and up to the boob I was ignoring, tweaking the tender nipple I had been teasing only moments before. Serena’s breathing was deep and quick. She was so aroused now, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I abruptly shifted my position and crawled into the place between her thighs. I moaned a little and bit down hard on my lip at the thought of finally getting to taste her. Teasingly, I let my fingers run up and down her drenched lips for a few moments until I got the nerve to pull them carefully apart. Gazing at her little hole and the pretty way her inner lips fell, I couldn’t wait any longer and set my mouth upon her hot wetness. She was gooey and delicious, musky and fresh. I sucked at her tiny love canal, trying to liberate more of the juice. It was as if we were in the desert and Serena was my beautiful oasis. I shoved my tongue slowly inside of her, feeling the texture and movement of her muscles as she clenched involuntarily from the pleasure. I drew a path with my spit up towards her clit, enticingly ignoring the bud itself and running circles around the hood. Her little love button poked out, and I sucked at it. Serena jumped and I felt the gush of fluid that accompanied her movements and the low, unintelligable groan that left her mouth. I flicked my tongue back and forth, side to side. Playing with her as her breathing continued to hitch and hurry, taking my time. I felt that she was close and moved back to her dripping wet snatch. She tasted to good, I could have happily sat there for hours and driven her crazy with desire. I moved my tongue in circles inside of her and pushed it in and out in a simulation of real sex. Her legs were shaking, and I couldn’t wait to make her cum anylonger. licking my way back up to her clit, I sucked on it hard for a minute of two. Her knuckles were white with the force that she held on to the blanket and I could hear her whispering my name and crying out passionately. “Audrina….mmmm….ah, oh my god…mmmm..” I flicked my tongue across her clit fast and she was suddenly silent, convusling and shaking as I unreletlessly continued to make love to her. She shook and shivered for a minute and pushed me away, gasping. I looked up in surprise and she was grinning at me so sexily. “I..I couldn’t take it anymore.” Serena admitted quietly, her eyes wide as she stared at my naked body. She was still aroused, but I could tell from the twinkle in her eyes that I would pay for all the teasing I had given her. “Besides that, I think it’s time you got a taste of your own medicine…”

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Skyrim: The Adventures of Carthalo Part 3- A breath of fresh air…

Chapter Three: Fresh Air
Carthalo stepped out into the cold and took a deep breath. It was everything he could do not to go back in there, set that Nord up on the counter and fuck her senseless. But, as a matter of honor, he had given Alvor his word that he wouldn’t touch his wife.
Looking out across the road, Carthalo noticed light coming from the Inn and decided that what he needed right then was a cold drink. He walked across the streets, unaware of the figure watching him from the shadows.
The first thing Carthalo noticed was the cute Innkeeper, a small blonde Imperial woman named Delphine who seemed as cold as the drinks she served. He drank and drank for about two hours when he and the bard at the tavern, Sven, stumbled out around one in the morning. Carthalo had quickly made friends with the bard whose raunchy ballads kept the whole inn lively all night.
“You know what
? Sven asked between hiccups, as he leaned over on Carthalo’s shoulders.
“What?” Carthalo asked, not as drunk, but still feeling lightheaded.
“Camilla. Is a bitch.”
“No! you don’t mean that.” Carthalo assured him. “That’s just the mead talking.”
“No. No. its true. I’ve written her all sorts of wonderful songs and given her tokens, and
 and.. she still wont put out!”
“What a bitch!” Carthalo finally agreed.
“I know! And the worst part is, she wont even leave the elf for me!”
Carthalo stopped and looked at the skinny blonde bard as he realized the implications of what he was saying.
“You mean
?”
“I like to fuck boys. Yeah, what of it?”
“Nothing, I just didn’t expect it.”
“Well, its true, and if Camilla wasn’t going to put out for me. She could at least get her brother’s head back in her twat where it belongs and let me have the elf boy.”
“Sounds good to me.” Carthalo said.
“You know what?” Sven asked.
“What?”
“Im gonna go fuck the elf.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Carthalo asked.
“Suure.” Sven said slowly, then he staggered down the road towards Faendal’s house.
Carthalo laughed, “Well, I’ll leave you to that then.” He said as the blonde nord knocked and shouted boisterously at the woodcutter’s door. Carthalo turned and walked trippingly back towards Alvor’s house. As he walked up to the steps however, he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Curious, he looked harder, observing the bushes beside the house.
All of the sudden, a shadow darted out from behind the bushes and ran over the bridge that lay on top of the stream towards a small wooded island in the middle of the river by the mill.
Carthalo instinctively dashed after the figure, he couldn’t make any details out in the lighting but it was small and fast, an elf maybe?
He caught up fairly quickly and grabbed the runner by the arm, pushing it up against a tree that stood on the bank of the island he looked down and saw Dorthe, Alvor’s 14 year old daughter smiling up at him.
“What?” Carthalo said, dumbfounded.
Dorthe just giggled “I had to get you away from that house.” She said
“Why?” Carthalo asked, only suspecting at where this was going.
“Y’know, father says I’m too friendly with strangers, but you seem alright.”
“What are you going on about?”
“Just be quiet for a second and I’ll show you.”
“I have no-“ Carthalo began; then, in one quick movement, the little girl undid his belt and dropped his pants, she was on her knees, looking up at him with a huge grin on her face. “Wait! Your father said”
“My father said for you not to touch me, he didn’t say anything about me touching you.” The nubile brunette quickly grabbed a hold of Carthalo’s cock, which sprang to life in all its seven inches of dark skinned, hammerfell glory.
Carthalo, too drunk to argue let his head fall back and let out a low growl as the pretty little thing at his feet started to stroke his cock tenderly. She rubbed her hands all over the shaft of his member, deliberately ignoring the head.
Carthalo looked down at her smiling face, and she leaned her head forward, kissing the tip of his cock gently, then extending her tongue and swirling it around the top like licking the icing off of a sweetroll.
“Where did you learn to do this?” Carthalo asked.
“My mother explained it to me, and I’ve been practicing on Frodnar, Gerdur’s son. But he’s not nearly as big as you are.”
Then she took her hand and rubbed it over his newly wetted cock head and spread the saliva all across his shaft, wetting it as well. She began to stroke faster and faster, giggling with delight every time Carthalo made a low growl of pleasure. Her sexy little face was staring up at him and, finally devoid of any inhibitions, put his hand behind her head, and impaled her mouth with his long black meat stick.
He pushed it as far back as it would fit in her tiny little mouth, but gently, and he did not try to fit In more when she only took half of his meat. He pulled out, and let her breathe, but she extended her lips, hungry for his prick to slide back between them. Carthalo started to thrust his hips forward, holding her eager little head in place as he fucked this young giril in the mouth over and over.
Finally, Carthalo felt ready to cum, Dorthe sensed this and in one last noble effort to please him, shoved as much of his swollen cock as she could fit into her mouth. The cum erupted in the back of her throat and spilled out of the sides of her mouth, inflating her cheeks while she kept her lips tightly pursed around the Redguard’s thick pulsing member.
Gagging slightly, Dorthe pulled his deflating prick out of her mouth, and swallowed his cum, she looked to him so much like her mother, it was really the sexiest thing he had seen all night, this fourteen year old girl with his cum on her cute little cheeks, smiling brightly at him.
“Thanks for letting me practice on you, next time, you can do me.” She said with a wink, “Now I gotta go, daddy’ll wake up soon, and I better be in bed when he does.”
Carthalo simply groaned in sexual ecstasy as a sign of his approval, then fell back onto the grass.

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Adopted brother new life part 1

This is my first time writing at all so don’t know how I did helpful hints and constructive critisism would be apriciated and a warning to some this story does involve underaged individuals in it if your not the type to enjoy that kind of story leave now it’s not for you

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MY HISTORY TEACHER

MY HISTORY TEACHER
I’m sitting in my history class, listening to Mr. Markusen droning on about events leading up to the Civil War. It’s my first year here at the Clark School for Girls, a private school my parents sent me to, probably to keep me out of trouble. My name is Lori Travers, and I’m 14. I always sit in the front row in history class, because…well, because Mr. Markusen is bar none the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s tall and tan and well-built, with an unruly shock of curly brown hair, and the deepest, most probing brown eyes in the world. All the girls are madly in love with him. They talk about fucking him every night in the dorm. I don’t know that much about sex, being a virgin, and I don’t understand everything the older girls say, but I know one thing: Mr. Markusen can have me any time he wants me. I’ll bet he could teach me about a lot of things besides history.
“Now girls, what legislation, passed in 1820, had a direct bearing on the lead-up to the Civil War? Anyone?”
Melanie Thompson raises her hand, and Mr. Markusen calls on her. “The Missouri Compromise?”
“That’s correct, Melanie,” he says, smiling.
Melanie beams back at him, basking in his approval. Melanie’s got the biggest boobs in our class, always straining against her white starched shirt. We all have to wear them, along with our pleated plaid skirts, white sox and tennis shoes. But we don’t all look like she does.
Mr. Markusen continues, boring us all to death. “The Missouri Compromise was an agreement between anti-slavery and pro-slavery factions in Congress, which determined which territories in the west would enter the union as slave states…”
There’s a game I play sometimes with him, trying to attract his attention. I like to see if I can kind of throw him off. At the moment, I’m sucking on the end of my pencil, my lips forming a tight little “O” around it. He glances over at me, and his eyes meet mine for a moment. I release the pencil, and sneak the tip of my tongue out to touch the end of it. I see his eyes widen just a little bit…I know he’s looking at my mouth. Maybe he’s thinking of my tongue caressing his cock. I hope he is.
I’m not really as pretty as some of the other girls. At least, I don’t think I am. I mean, I have braces, and I have to wear these clunky glasses, because my dad won’t spring for contact lenses. My dark hair is usually in a pony tail, or parted in the middle with two braids, like today. My breasts aren’t very big, at least not yet, but at least they’re firm, with little perky nipples. I guess I’m sort of cute, but not really sexy like Melanie. But still, Mr. Markusen seems to like me, and I like to tease him.
Slowly, as casually as I can, I part my legs, allowing him a glimpse of my white panties. His eyes linger for a moment, then look away quickly. I wonder what it’s like to be him, surrounded by a bevy of teenage girls, most of whom would love to fuck his brains out. I know Melanie would — she never stops talking about it. And he’s single, too. He must live near the campus, because I see him walking to and from class all the time.
My mind begins to wander. Most of my daydreams are about sex, and the talk in the dorm at night gives me lots to think about. I find myself staring at Mr. Markusen, wondering what his cock is like. Is it big? What would it feel like to have it in my mouth, or in my virginal pussy. Or even in my tight little ass. I’ve heard the girls talk about that, and a few of them say they’ve actually done it. The idea scares me, though.
Just the thought of being fucked in so many different ways makes me wet, and I squirm in my seat. I can feel my panties clinging to my pussy lips, rubbing against my little clit. God, I want him so bad! Without thinking, my hand slips downward, and before I even realize what I’m doing, I press the tip of my finger against my clit, through my panties. A powerful jolt of pleasure surges through me, and I moan softly. I look up, hoping that he didn’t see me, or hear me, but he’s back to his lecture. Relieved, I drift back into my daydreams.
******************
I don’t know what’s come over me. It’s like I can’t stop myself, like I’m outside my body, watching helplessly. Mr. Markusen is still droning on interminably. I see myself rise hesitently to my feet, and walk slowly forward, to where Mr. Markusen is standing in front of the blackboard. He continues to talk, as if he doesn’t even see me. Slowly, I descend to my knees in front of him, my hands rising to the front of his pants. He’s still talking, not even acknowledging my presence. There’s not a sound from my classmates, but I sense all their eyes on me.
Slowly, I ease Mr. Markusen’s zipper down, and then slide my slim hand into the opening. He’s wearing boxer shorts underneath his slacks, and my fingers reach through the gap in them and slide around the shaft of his cock. I can feel the blood pumping into it as it lengthens and thickens, and I ease it out where I can see it. Oh my God, it’s magnficent! Big and thick, perfectly shaped, smooth and sleek, with a flared head that seems to beg to be engulfed in my mouth. It’s sticking straight out now, and my fingertips are on either side of the shaft, caressing it lightly as it seems to reach toward my lips, engorged with blood. I lean forward just a little bit, and extend my tongue, touching it experimentally. I’ve never sucked a cock before, never even seen one, except in pictures some of the girls have. But I know the general idea. My tongue explores the spongy head, tracing all around it, encircling it, fluttering lightly against it. I love it’s texture. Mr. Markusen is still talking to the class, as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening, not stopping even as my lips slide slowly over the head of his cock, taking him into my eager young mouth. He’s so big, I can barely get him into my mouth, and my lips are stretched taut around it. My tongue caresses it in my mouth as I begin to move to and fro. My fingers glide up and down the shaft as I suck on him, getting him all wet with my saliva. I want to see how deep I can take him in my mouth. My lips slide down the thick shaft, until I feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of my thoat. I struggle to take even more of it, almost choking on it, my mouth flooding with wetness. Finally, i’m forced to back off, releasing him from my mouth for a moment as I gasp for air, coughing a little. My fingers close around the base of his dripping cock, stroking him slowly.
His balls are big and tight in their sack as I gently drag them through the opening in his slacks. I’m inexorably drawn to them…I’ve heard that men love to have girls make love to their balls. I want to make Mr. Markusen happy, along with satisfying my own curiousity. I lower my head, lifting his cock, and slowly begin to lick all around his swollen balls, encircling them with my tongue. He’s still calmly talking to the class about the Dred Scott decision or something. I don’t care…I just want to keep doing what I’m doing. Having bathed his balls with my lips and tongue, I gently take one of them into my mouth, suckling on it, teasing the hard orb with my tongue. Releasing it, I capture the other one, ministering to it in turn. I continue this way as the clock on the wall clicks off the minutes, one by one. If it weren’t for that sound, I would think that time was standing still.
At last, I provoke a reaction from Mr. Markusen. He moans softly, reaching down and grabbing the back of my head. His other hand reaches for his aching cock, and he guides it back between my parted lips, sinking it deep into the warm wetness of my mouth. Both of his hands are on my head, holding it steady as he fucks my face with long, slow thrusts of his hips. I’ve never experienced anything so exciting! I find myself wondering if he’s going to come, and what it will taste like. I want to find out, but the idea scares me a little. How much will there be? Will I like it?
Even as he fucks his cock in and out, he’s still calmly lecturing the class. But I sense something happening to him. His thighs are trembling, as if he’s getting weak in the knees. My hand reaches up and begins to caress and fondle his heavy, sopping-wet balls, wanting to coax them into giving up their accumulated semen. I want to make him come.
Suddenly, I hear Mr. Markusen groan out loud, his voice catching in his throat. And then a powerful spurt of his thick come jets into my mouth, flooding it with it’s warmth. Surprised, I back away, releasing his cock from between my lips. A second, even heavier pulse splatters against my lips and cheek. It’s as if I’m watching in slow motion as his cock erupts, sending viscous ropes of come forth to burst against my face! Quickly, he grabs his flourishing cock and stuffs it back into my mouth,and I suck eagerly on it as it continues to spew hot come. I look up into his eyes as his balls empty themselves, my head bobbing slowly, my fingers squeezing his balls to give him as much pleasure as I possibly can.
At last, the furious spurts of semen begin to wane, and it’s all over. I continue to make love to his spent cock, my lips and tongue caressing it, not wanting this to end yet. Finally, I let his come slide slowly down into the back of my throat, and swallow it. I continue to nurse on his flagging cock, licking and sucking and cleaning the semen from it. Mr. Markenson pauses in his lecture and looks down at my face, glistening with his sperm. He reaches down and and gathers a gob of it from my chin, and brings it up to my mouth. I realize what he wants, and I extend my tongue and lick it off.
Evidently Mr. Markusen doesn’t want it to end here, either. He reaches down and closes his fingers around my braids, slowly pulling me upward. I let go of his cock, and rise unsteadily to my feet. He gazes down at me, my face still wet with his come…and then he kneels before me. His hands slide slowly up my slim thighs, up under my skirt, up to my hips. Looking up into my eyes, his fingers grab my panties, and he eases them down, until they’re down around my ankles. I know what he wants me to do…I step out of them, first one foot, then the other. Without a word, he wads them up and stuffs them into one of his pockets. I wonder if he has a whole collection of girls’ panties somewhere.
Without a word, he takes my hand and leads me to his desk. I follow him obediently, wondering what he has in store for me now. Whatever it is, I want it! Gently, he presses me down on his desk, bent forward, so that I’m looking at the class. They’re staring at me, but none of them have said a word or moved the entire time. I know they can see Mr. Markusen’s fresh come on my face. I know they’re all wishing they were me — I can see the envy in their eyes.
I reach out and grab the edge of the desk with my hands as Mr. Markusen kneels behind me. He raises my skirt again, until it’s up around my waist. I can almost feel his gaze on my glistening pussy, those marvelous brown eyes of his. His hands gently enclose the firm cheeks of my ass, and I feel him spread them apart. And then I feel his tongue caressing me…gliding up and down the cleft of my pussy, parting my lips…slithering slowly over my exposed ass, worming against it for a moment, then moving lower and spearing up into my virginal vagina. I gasp with pleasure, my breaths coming short and fast as pleasure slams through my young, eager body. I’m so close to coming!
Mr. Markusen slowly rises to his feet, and positions his cock at the entrance to my pussy, moving it up and down in my wet folds a few times. This is the moment I’ve yearned for for so long! The moment that he tears away the last remnant of my virginity, my girlhood, and makes me a woman at last!
Without a word, he thrusts forward, not viciously, but firmly, and somehow, gently. His cock sinks into me, penetrating me deeply. I don’t know why, but I feel no pain at all, only an intense pleasure, and fulfillment. His cock fills me completely, stretching me deliciously. God, it’s so GOOD!! Better than I ever imagined it would be! His cock is heavenly, as it slowly slides in and out, fucking me. Still gripping the edge of the desk, I squirm against him, working with him. He fucks me slowly, methodically, maintaining the same deliberate pace. And then I hear his voice. Once again, he is speaking to the class, about the Lincoln-Douglas debates, about abolitionists, the ineffectiveness of President Buchanan. It’s as though it was a normal day in class, as if he wasn’t fucking me on his desk right in front of twenty-five teenage girls.
I’m whimpering and moaning as I feel my orgasm welling up from deep within me. I know I’m going to come hard, and I don’t care who sees or hears me! I feel the waves of pleasure building up inside me, I feel the quickening of Mr. Markusen’s pace. He’s jolting me now with each hard thrust, his balls bouncing against my clit. He grabs my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezes them as he thrusts into me relentlessly, driving me higher and higher and higher….and suddenly, I’m COMING, squealing out loud as he slams his cock into me, tears streaming down my flushed face as my shattering climax holds me in it’s exquisite grip! And then I hear Mr. Markusen’s strangled groan, and I feel the warm, heavy pulses of his sperm as they flood my vagina for the first time, flooding it and making it still slipperier for his cock as it moves in and out, slowly now. I savor each spurt of his come inside me, reveling in it’s creamy warmth. I want to keep his cock in my pussy forever.
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“Now, what was the purpose of John Brown’s raid in Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia? Miss……Travers?”
The mention of my name jolts me out of the fog and back into reality, and I look up, blinking. I’m back in my seat, and Mr. Markusen is gazing questioningly at me.
“Ummm…..I’m sorry, Mr. Markusen. I must have been daydreaming. What was the question?”
“That’s because you weren’t paying attention, young lady,” he says sternly. “There’s a test next week, so you’d better not be daydreaming in my class.”
So it was all a dream, I think to myself. Just a very intense dream. And that’s when the bell rings, signalling the end of the period. The kids start gathering up their things.
“All right, class, we’ll continue with John Brown tomorrow,” says Mr. Markusen over the din. “Read Chapter 12 of your text, and answer the questions at the end. Goodbye.”
I stand up slowly, my legs weak, and follow my classmates out the door. I’m outside, feeling the cool Autumn breeze against my skin, when the realization hits me: my panties are gone, and something wet is oozing down my inner thigh! I look around quickly to make sure no one can see, and reach under my skirt, gathering some of the wetness on my finger. Raising my hand, I can see that it’s a thick, slightly off-white fluid. I bring it to my lips and tast it experimentally. It’s my first taste of a man’s come. But how can that be?
I turn back toward the classroom just as Mr. Markusen walks out the door. He pauses and favors me with a friendly smile. Walking over to me, and looking around quickly, then he pulls something from the pocket of his slacks. It’s my panties. “You don’t mind if I keep these, do you, Miss Travers?”
I stare at him, completely bewildered. But I feel myself blushing. “Oh no, Mr. Markusen, I…I…I don’t mind,” I stammer.
He smiles again, and stuffs them back into his pants. “Thank you, Miss Travers. And if you ever want them back…”
He pauses, takes a card out of his pocket, and writes something on it. He hands it to me. “If you ever want them back, there’s my address. It’s very close to campus. I know you’re not supposed to be out of the dorms after lights out…but I know you girls have your ways. I’ll be expecting you. Shall we say….tonight? About ten?” He smiles again, turns and walks away without another word.

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Sex God Part 1

This is a true story about two young boys at the beginning of their sexual journey. As their friendship grows and they feel comfortable sharing the intimate details of their sex life one of the boys starts to crave more from the friendship. This is a story that many have experienced and I know you will enjoy.

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Daughter On Top – Chapter 4

Later that night when the men arrived at the house, Anne answered the
door.
“Hi, Hank,” she beamed, her big gray eyes sparkling with excitement as
she threw her arms around the big trucker. “Shit, it’s been a long time
since I’ve seen you.”
“Hello, Anne,” he smiled, kissing her wide open lips. “Frank couldn’t
come, but this is Troy Webster, an old friend of mine.”
“Hi, Troy,” she said in a warm voice as she led them into the living
room. “And this is my daughter, Jolyne.”
The cute little blonde was curled up on a sofa with most of her bare
thighs exposed under her short skirt. She looked so naughty, yet
innocent with big blue eyes, dimpled cheeks and long blonde hair falling
down below her shoulders.
Troy, who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties,
instantly noticed how the youngster’s soft full lips looked as if they’d
been purposely designed to suck cocks. There was a sensuously teasing
look in her eyes that sent chills racing up and down Troy’s spine.
When the introductions were completed, Troy sat down next to Jolyne on a
sofa while Hank joined Anne on another couch that was facing theirs.
Studying the man’s appearance, Jolyne decided he was about forty-five.
“Hank’s a dear old friend of mine,” Anne said to her daughter. “And I’ve
sure missed his nice big cock.”
They all laughed when the pretty brunette reached over and lightly
rubbed the trucker’s crotch.
“How long as it been since you’ve seen him?” Jolyne asked her mother.
“Over six months,” she sighed. “And I was wearing the fuckin’ rag.”
“Oh, how horrible,” the little blonde giggled.
“Not really,” laughed Anne. “I spent the night suckin’ him off, but,
baby, tonight he’s gonna take me into that bedroom and fuck the shit out
of me.”
Troy was a bit shocked by the way Anne was talking in front of her young
daughter.
“How old are you?” the man turned to Jolyne.
“Old enough to be a hot little piece of ass.” Trying to put on that she
was quite worldly, the youngster was inwardly shaking like a leaf. The
girl had practically no experience in sex. She’d just lost her cherry
this afternoon, and other than sucking her dad’s prick, that was the sum
total of her sex life. Not wanting the men to know how little she knew
about sex, she boldly kidded with them, leading them to believe she was
quite an experienced broad.
From the conversation going on in the room, it was obvious that her
mother intended to fuck Hank, and Jolyne hoped Troy was planning to
screw her. She had taken an instant liking to the man, and she was
anxious to feel his cock stuffed up between her legs.
“Oh, God,” she suddenly heard her mother giggling from across the room.
“Look at this gorgeous boner.”
Glancing over, Jolyne was shocked to see her mother stroking the big
hard prick that was sticking up through Hank’s open fly. As startled as
the youngster was, she was fascinated by the big purple cockhead that
was poking out of her mother’s clenched fist. There was something about
the sight of a man’s naked prick that really excited her.
“Isn’t it a beauty,” Anne giggled, leaning over and lightly flicking the
big shiny bulb with the tip of her tongue.
“It sure is,” laughed Jolyne, pretending that she’d been around plenty
of stiff pricks.
“Hey!” called her mother. “Why don’t you pull Troy’s out so we can all
get a look at his?”
Jolyne was dying to get her hands on the man’s cock, but she felt
embarrassed to reach for his dick while everyone was watching her.
“Come on,” Anne urged her, “Let’s see how the guy’s hung.”
With three pairs of eyes watching, and not wanting to seem naive, Jolyne
had no choice but to lower his zipper. Her hands were shaking with
excitement as she slowly opened his fly and reached in. Surprised that
he wasn’t wearing shorts, she could hardly believe it when her fingers
made instant contact with the bare flesh of his hot meaty shaft.
“Pull it out,” giggled her mother. “We all want to see it.”
No longer feeling so shy, Jolyne gently grasped the hot piece of male
flesh in her hand and slowly drew it from the confines of his pants.
A delicious excitement rippled through her loins when she felt his hot
cock swelling and throbbing in her fingers. She could feel the veins
pulsating against her closed palm like the beat of a heart. Clinging
tightly to his rapidly growing cock, Jolyne felt that heavenly tingling
sensation between her legs. Thrilled by the feel of it, the little
blonde began unconsciously stroking the swelling prick she was holding.
She could feel the man’s body trembling with excitement when his
throbbing prick reached its full hardness. The youngster was thrilled by
the feel of his soft cock-skin stretched so tautly over his steel-hard
shaft.
Jolyne’s pussy was itching and burning with desire when the man put his
arm around her and drew the girl into his arms. With her body pressed
against his, the youngster was vaguely aware of Troy’s hand creeping up
the bare flesh at the back of her thighs. Not wearing any panties,
Jolyne began trembling with anticipation when she felt him cup her soft
bare ass in his hand, drawing her warm little body up more tightly
against him.
Heavenly little tremors were streaking through her loins. Still
clutching and stroking his hard shaft, the youngster pressed her soft
open lips against his mouth. Probing lightly between his lips with her
moist little tongue, it slipped through to entwine sensuously with his.
With their tongues swirling around together in the warmth of his mouth,
Jolyne continued passionately stroking his throbbing boner. The pretty
little blonde was getting more aroused than she’d ever been in her life.
Having had her first fuck this afternoon, she could hardly wait for Troy
to fuck her.
When Troy momentarily released the trembling girl from his embrace,
Jolyne saw that her mother had dropped to her knees in front of the
other sofa and was noisily sucking on Hank’s cock. Watching her mother’s
lips working up and down over the man’s lipstick-stained boner seemed to
further arouse the youngster. Staring at Hank’s big stiff prick buried
in her mom’s mouth, the cute little blonde was getting hornier by the
second. Knowing that her father had taught her to be an expert
cock-sucker, she suddenly had a wild desire to demonstrate her talent to
Troy.
Tearing herself loose from his arms, she quickly lowered her mouth down
over the man’s lust-bloated cockhead. She was more than pleased with the
slightly randy taste of his cock, and she found it extremely
stimulating. The feel of the smooth purple skin of his cockhead against
her tongue as it swirled around his sensitive knob was enough to blow
her mind. Wrapping her full baby-soft lips around his big bulb, she
began sensually swirling her little tongue around the sensitive
underside of his throbbing shaft. Jolyne couldn’t get over how much she
was enjoying the taste of his prick.
“Please take your clothes off,” she whispered, momentarily removing her
mouth from his cock. “I want to see your balls, too.”
Needing no further urging, Troy quickly stood up and disrobed while
Jolyne took off her dress, displaying her delicious nakedness. Sitting
back down on the sofa with her, Troy stared at the young girl’s
cherry-hard nipples standing out erectly from her cute young tits.
Reaching out and touching her turgid titty buds, he felt them quiver
like taut steel springs. Gathering the naked youngster into his arms,
Troy began gently squeezing and fondling her luscious tits.
Jolyne was squirming with passion as her hot cunt juices began flowing
out of her lusting slit.
“Oh, Troy, that feels so good,” she whispered, feeling his hot mouth and
thick wet tongue working over her quivering tits.
Lowering his face, the man began licking and bathing her soft little
tummy and navel with his swirling tongue. Then gently spreading her soft
smooth thighs, he moved his face up between her trembling legs.
“Oooooooooh, shit!” she gasped, lurching wildly when she first felt his
hot wet tongue come in contact with her juicy, sensitive cunt lips.
Feeling his tongue swirling deliciously around in her quivering pussy,
she involuntarily lifted her hips, grinding her juice-drenched cunt
against his slavering mouth.
Clutching frantically at the cushions, she bit her lips to keep from
shrieking out with ecstasy. Ever since her dad had taught her the joys
of oral sex, the cute blonde thoroughly loved a wild tongue-fuck.
Floating on a rolling sea of passion, Jolyne was vaguely aware of Hank’s
heavy breathing and the slurping sounds of her mother’s mouth sucking
noisily on his cock from across the room. The erotic sounds from the
other couple only added fire to Jolyne’s excitement. The youngster was
suddenly lifted to an even higher plane of rapture when Troy’s tongue
suddenly started attacking her sensitive clitty.
“That’s it!” she sobbed. “That’s it, baby! Oh, suck me good! Suck! Suck!
Suck!”
With her beautiful blonde head thrown back, her sweet young mouth gaping
open, her big blue eyes half closed with passion, Jolyne was grinding
her foaming slit against his slurping mouth. Her soft warm thighs were
locked against his face as he swirled his tongue against her hard,
quivering clit.
Hank and Jolyne’s mother sat silently on the other sofa watching her. A
thin string of jizz was hanging out of the corner of Anne’s lips from
the hot load of cum she’d just finished sucking out of Hank’s cock.
“God!” whispered the woman. “He’s sure giving her a wild tongue-fuck!”
“Holy shit!” laughed Hank. “That guy can sure eat pussy!”
“Christ,” Anne giggled, licking her sperm-soaked lips. “I’d sure like
him to eat me out like that.”
Jolyne was now screaming madly, grabbing at Troy’s head and pushing his
face deeper into her sex-crazed hole.
“Suck, baby, suck!” she squealed. “I’m coming, honey! For Christ’s sake,
don’t stop! I’m coming! I’m commmmmiiiiinnngg!”
Jolyne writhed and lurched and trembled long after her shattering orgasm
first enveloped her. It was a full five minutes before the exhausted
youngster was able to sit up.
“Oh, Troy,” she whispered. “That felt so fuckin’ good.”
“Jesus,” laughed Anne from the other sofa. “That guy can really eat
pussy.”
“You’re not shittin’,” giggled Jolyne, resting her head on Troy’s
shoulder. “That was the neatest fuckin’ thing that’s ever happened to
me.”
“Hey, Troy,” Hank called out. “Anne would like you to eat her.”
“Send her over,” grinned Troy, wiping his juice-smeared face with the
back of his hand. “There’s nothin’ tastes better than a variety of
cunts.”
“Oh, good,” giggled Anne, bouncing across the room. “Here comes my
twat.”
“Wait a minute, Mom,” laughed Jolyne, clutching at Troy. “I wanta give
him a blow-job first.”
“Go suck Hank off,” Anne grinned. “He’s almost hard again.”
Looking over at the older trucker, Jolyne suddenly wondered how his cock
would taste. Getting up, she walked across the room to where Hank was
sitting on the edge of the couch and dropped to her knees on the floor
in front of him.
“Wanta nice juicy blowjob from a hot little kid?” she whispered to him.
“Shit, yes,” he panted, his prick once more as hard as steel as he
stared at the youngster’s cute little dimpled face.
As always, a wild ripple of excitement streaked through her hot little
cunt as she gazed at a big cock and balls only inches in front of her
eyes. Taking the thick, meaty shaft in her hand, Jolyne slipped his big
shiny cockhead into her eager mouth. She was once more excited by the
delicious musky taste of his fleshy cock. Sucking passionately on the
man’s dick, Jolyne reached down beneath it and began caressing his big
hairy balls. The meaty weight and the soft crinkly skin of his nut-sac
felt so thrilling to her touch. She sucked deeply on his big knob for a
few moments, and then removing it from her mouth, she ran her tongue up
and down the entire underside of his throbbing shaft.
Jolyne could feel his big muscular body trembling with rapture as her
talented lips and tongue teased his rigid cock. Alternating between
sucking his knob and licking his shaft, she continued gently caressing
and fondling his balls. She could feel him lurch when she delicately
probed his sensitive asshole with her finger.
“D’ya like that?” she whispered, momentarily removing her lips from his
thick boner.
“Shit, yes,” he panted.
“Good,” she teased. “Am I gonna get a big mouthful of nice hot jizz?”
“Christ, yes!” he gasped. “Just keep suckin’!”
Hearing Troy slobbering on her mother’s slippery cunt on the other sofa
had an extremely erotic effect on Jolyne, causing her to suck deeper and
harder on Hank’s thick, meaty prick. God, how the cute little blonde
loved the taste and texture of a man’s hard prick in her mouth.
Almost out of his mind from the thrill of Jolyne’s baby-soft lips
sucking on his cock, Hank began thrusting his hips up and down on the
couch, pumping his throbbing boner in and out of the youngster’s
slurping mouth. The feel of a man’s hard meat sliding back and forth
between her slippery lips was one of the most thrilling things that
could happen to Jolyne.
The youngster wasn’t prepared for it when Hank suddenly tensed up.
Without warning, he gave a violent lurch, shooting a thick stream of hot
cum into her mouth. Unprepared for the sudden gush of delicious jizz,
she wasn’t able to swallow fast enough to keep some of the sperm from
running out of her mouth. Jolyne didn’t stop sucking and swallowing
until she’d drawn the last drop from his rapidly shrinking dick.
When she finally released his limp prick from her mouth, she glanced
over at Troy and her mother. He was sitting on the couch with a
horrendous hard-on, and she was slumped back completely exhausted. It
was very obvious that Troy had just finished tongue fucking her to a
wild orgasm.
“Troy,” the youngster called across the room to him. “I wanta be
fucked.”
“Okay,” he grinned as the little dimpled blonde stood up and led him
into her bedroom.
As they lay facing each other on the bed, Jolyne began slowly sliding
the skin back and forth over his stiff shaft. Staring at the big dick
she was stroking, she was thrilled by the sinewy bumps and thick veins
pulsing just beneath his tightly stretched cockskin. The thought of his
cock rubbing against her sensitive cunt walls sent a hot stream of pussy
juice gushing out from between her legs.
Unable to control her insatiable lust any longer, she quickly got up
and, facing the man on her knees, she straddled his loins. Bracing her
hands on his chest, Jolyne began slowly lowering her hot slick pussy
down toward his erect shaft.
“Oh, Troy,” she whispered, when she felt his hard knob brushing against
her slippery slit. The youngster’s soft sweet body quivered with
excitement as she felt his throbbing cockhead opening her slippery
cuntlips as it slipped through her tight little hole. As his big knob
slowly sank up into her cunt, she began trembling from the heavenly
pleasure, feeling the gnarly bumps on his hard shaft rubbing against the
sensitive tissues of her hotly grasping cuntal walls. When the beautiful
big prick was fully buried up in her quivering belly, she sat perfectly
still on his deeply embedded boner, enjoying the feel of it pushing out
against the squeezing walls of her young pussy. It was hard to believe
that she’d been a virgin when she got out of bed this morning.
The glorious sensations increased as she began sliding her cunt up and
down over his thrilling rod.
“That’s it, baby!” Troy panted. “Fuck me good, you little darling!”
Crazed by the feel of his big dick plowing in and out of her hot
dripping twat, Jolyne began bouncing faster and faster on his prick. The
intense pleasure increased with every thrust of his cock into the
sucking hotness of her cute little teen-aged slit.
“Oh, baby!” she squealed with joy as she increased the tempo. “It’s so
good, honey! I love it! I love it!”
Writhing in ecstasy, Jolyne knew she would soon be climaxing around his
spurting cock, and later she’d have an orgasm with Hank, and another
with Troy.
She was right. The two well-fucked men didn’t leave until after
daylight.

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Fantasy

The Prego Club Pt.16

When we heard a noise coming from the other room, we all got quiet and held our breaths. Here I sat with four underage nude girls, Oh shit although I was dressed they weren’t

. when in walked
“What the????”
We all looked at her standing there with her hands on her hips, we all breathed again, looked at each other and began laughing. Glenda had came back for more fun and games and loving of course, but after the police car we all were still on edge and her walking in made it even scarier. I decided to lock up the house from now on, well as soon as I install a combination door lock on the back door so the girls won’t have any keys to mess with, being that’s the one they always use and I kept the front locked up already. It’d make it safer for all concern. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. Maybe the trill of getting caught with my cock deep inside one of the underage little girls secretly turned me on; hell I don’t know I’m not a shrink. But with the cops stopping me outside and then Glenda’s walk-in, it freaked us all and I was going to make it so no one else could just walk in. I told the girls what I plan to do, in fact I was going to go to the hardware store here shortly and pick up what I needed and do it today. No more surprises. Being I knew how to install the lock and program it also I went ahead and told them what the code would be and explained how it would work, they all understood. In fact Amy said that was the same kind of lock they have at school on the film storeroom door. Amy also said she would tell Sandy and Joanne the combo and how to do it.
The girls began chatting again as Glenda undressed and grabbed a slice of pizza. I just lay back again and watched them as I finished eating too. Actually I was trying to get my heart rate back down were it should be, I was more shook-up than I let on to the girls. I could just see myself in the gray-bar hotel for the next fifty years as my kids grew up, if they weren’t aborted that is. And only Bubba as a companion and me as a convicted child molester, not a pleasant thought.
I finished my pizza and went into the bath to clean up, had to change my shirt, this one had a pizza splat on the front and back. Went back into the bedroom and told the girls I’d be back, going to the hardware store and pick up the lock and a few other things. They said ok they’ll stay and keep Nancy company, besides this TV show just started and they wanted to see it.
“Fine back later”
And off I went in search of things. Out to the truck after locking the garage inner door, which I didn’t normally do
Before today that is. In the truck and off to the hardware store, found what I needed and a few things I though would be helpful. I even bought a garage door opener kit, to make it amore safer, I figured I the owner wouldn’t mind the extra security. And so back in the truck and headed back to the house.
As I neared the dinner I said to myself why not and pulled in, got out and walked in. There she was Phyllis the waitress, the sexy Phyllis looking so ever fine in her waitress uniform that was at least two sizes too small. God she looks good walking towards me, her tits bouncing as her hips swayed. She bends over before me to pour a cup of coffee for the man at the front table. We both was getting a spectrally view of her ample breast. And what a view, maybe it was due to being just barely covered that made her so sexy or something else, but you knew there were woodies in here and she was the cause. I even felt mine growing. I moved to a booth before I had a tent in my pants, sat down and picked up a menu as if I was going to order something. And here she came with a cup and pot in hand.
“Coffee Hon”
“Yes please uh what’s good today?”
“What you see Hon”
”Hun”
“Everything good here”
I bet it is I thought to myself, and I’d like to sink my teeth into, I grinned.
She bent over and poured coffee into my cup with a smile and twinkle in her eye. I looked at her and thought to myself ‘ the food or you’.
“What do you want?”
I felt my dick twitch and I swear I heard him shout ‘PUSSY’. You’d think she heard him too, the way she licked her wet lips and that little smile in her eyes. I just stared into her eyes for what seemed forever then softly said.
“Coffee, uh just coffee fine for now thank you”
“Oh ok just let me know if you want something else, Hon”
And turned and walked to the next table and asked them if they needed anything else. I watched her swing that cute butt of hers in the tight, oh that tight dress, from table to table as my dick tried to bust out of my pants as to watch too. Right then I remembered a movie I saw once about this guy who could hear his dick talk and how he found out that they all, the dicks and pussies, could talk to each other. Made me wonder what are they talking about now. I smiled and drank my coffee as if I knew what hers was saying, and it felt like he got harder, if that was possible. In fact he was so hard it began to ache some, I turned took another slip of coffee and picked up the discarded newspaper and turned to the sports section. Needed to get my mind off or rather out of her pants, so I could calm down and leave as soon as I finish my coffee, but first the sports and another cup of coffee.
After a time, seems like hours, my dick finally returned to it’s normal soft self and I finished off my coffee. And before she came back and got a rise out of him again I got up and paid for my coffee, left a tip and got the hell out of there before he had a chance to rise again. And in doing so I almost bumped into the same police officers again, they were going into the dinner. We smiled at each other with that knowing grin. You could almost hear the officer’s thoughts ‘Phyllis got another one on the hook’ ‘We know guy we’re hooked too’. And I just smiled to myself, yeah I understand officers. Got in the truck, pulled over to the grocery store and went in to pick up a few things.
“ Hey Dave how’s business?”
“Not bad, see you stop and look in on Phyllis”
”Oh yeah, err coffees good don’t you think?”
“Yeah coffee right Well what can I get for you today”
“Just a few things and maybe another six pack no make it two, let me grab a few things”
I pick up some chips and dips, bread, lunchmeat, and ice cream, peanuts and pickles. Carried to the counter and as Dave rang it all up he popped off.
“Pregnant huh”
”Wh what you say”
“Oh just mouthing off, you know peanuts, ice cream and pickles if you were a girl I’d think you were pregnant”
“Oh, yeah, crazy foods and pregnant females, never though of that”
”Not married, no kids then”
“Huh, not yet” but I though to myself some are on the way.
I smiled at him, paid for my stuff, pick it up and walked out to the truck. And I crawled into the truck I looked back at the store, Damn, have I got a sign on me saying look at me I’m going to be a dad. Does it show, that I’ve knocked up a couple of young little ladies? As cranked up the truck and pulled out on to the street and around the block to the house. Pulling into the garage I looked around before getting out to make sure no one was about, got out open the door and in I went. After putting the groceries in the frig, then I went to check on the girls.
They were still at it or rather at each other again. I watched as they munched and stroked and pinched and poked, not to forget tongued. Then it hit me Damn these girls were as much or even more sex fiends than I am. Hell they were always at each other and/or me, seems like all the time. And I though I was the sex manic here. Oh well might as well join in as I stripped, he was already ready for action. I kneeled down to the nearest female and slipped my rock hard cock into Susie’s hot little oven. She tighten up slightly from my insertion into her but relaxed quickly as I slowly made love to her hot pregnant pussy, my balls lightly hitting Nancy in the face as she licked Susie’s clit and my withdrawing shaft. I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven the feeling shook my toes and my balls began to expand as they filled again. I knew I’d be filling her wet hot pregnant pussy with my cum real quick, just the thought of fucking, no making love to this sweet little pregnant girl, future mother of one of my children, made her pussy so much more and so damn good just so so I couldn’t place the correct word on it, it was too damn good. And I loved it every hot tight millimeter of her wet pussy wrapped around my hard stroking cock, I was in Heaven, then that warm tingling feeling in my testicles turned into a blast of magnificent bliss as my hot thick cum erupted forth from my dick into her wet furnace. My cum poured into Susie’s pussy filling her depth once again and spilled out around my pumping cock and into Nancy waiting mouth, she didn’t miss a drop. ‘How can one man be so lucky’?
I move back away from Susie’s cum filled cunt and Nancy took over quickly, tonguing and sucking my hot cum out of Susie’s hotter pussy. Susie moaned into Nancy’s cunt setting her off, which set off Susie and they both lapped and sucked each others juices like two dying of thirst souls in a desert at a just found Oasis. All the while Linda, Glenda and Amy were doing just fine in their girl triangle. Which would have been a major erotic scene in any porno flick ever made. The sights and sounds didn’t take long to revive my little girl pussy crazed cock and he was standing tall looking for a hot wet place to slide into.
I moved over to the triangle, my cock leading the way and the nearest was Linda. Amy’s tongue was buried inside her and giving Linda one hell of a tongue-lashing. I slide my dick up to Linda’s pussy lips and Amy licked the tip of my cock, took it in one of her soft hands and pushed it into Linda as she back away. Linda raised up off Glenda and looked back at me saying
“Oh fuck me Bill, fuck me hard”
And I sunk into her depth as Amy and Glenda turned their attentions to each other.
“Yesss Baby fuck me mmmmm fuck me”
Linda moaned as I fucked her hard and harder with ever other stroke, till I was pumping her as hard as I could into her tight hot wet pussy. I was going to fill her to the brim with my seed. I needed t make this little twelve year old girl pregnant. I was hammering her twat like a mad man beating the walls of his cell, I could have hurt her, I was driving my dick so hard and deep into her with every stroke, but at the time I wasn’t thinking of her or anything but knocking up this tight little angel and knock her up I would, I had to. She came several times I think, but I wasn’t here for that, I was here just to knock her up. Then I felt that warm tighten of my balls and knew I would be filling her soon, then I heard her moan groan
“Awwww yessss fuckkk mmmeeeee II’mmm cummmmmm”
And her sweet sexy voice along with her hot twat tighten up on my hammering cock pushed me over the edge and I filled her cunt with my baby juice in bolt after bolt after bolt of my thick cum. I felt like I came for hours inside her, my cum had to be coming out of her nose, mouth, ears, wherever it could, as I pumped her so full.
“Oh yess take it take it all, I’m cummmmin”
I whispered or shouted I’m wasn’t sure as I emptied my testicles of their cream into her tight hot pussy.
“O Bill fuck me, fill me with your baby
 Fuck Me, cum in meeeee”
I collapsed on top of her as her cunt tried to milk my deflating dick for more, but the well was empty, for the time being, but it did feel good, so good I think he started to stiffen up a little before I rolled off her and on my back gasping for air. Linda’s eyes were closed and she had a smile from ear to ear as she sort of cooed.
“ Oooooo, That was soooo gooood, Bill”
As my breathing was returning back to normal I looked around the room and saw that the other girls were just staring at us. Then I heard
“Damn he never fucked me like that”
”He’s done me that way, several times in fact”
“ No wonder you’re pregnant. Shit, I want him to do me like that”
“Me too”
I just closed my eyes and sort of drifted off to sleep, I didn’t have a care in the world at the moment. Three down, well maybe three down and three to go.

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The making of a Master

Purely a fantasy. Constructive criticism welcome!
Derek had always known his family was a bit different, but it didn’t bother him. Those families on tv, the moms always seemed to be yelling at the dads, or just nagging incessantly. He preferred his own mom any day. She wouldn’t dare talk back to his dad. She knew her place, and Derek often wondered why all women couldn’t be like that.
Derek was currently being homeschooled by a private teacher, because it was frowned upon in his old private school to pick a favorite girl and command her to be his slave. His father had pulled him out after the third grade teacher caught Derek soundly smacking his classmates bottom as she lay over his lap at recess, her skirt flipped up in the back, frilly princess panties on display for him. It had been her punishment for playing with another boy. It still made Derek shudder when he thought of how it had felt, her pelvis grinding into his thigh in time with his slaps as he listened to her sobs.
That day, Derek rushed through his schoolwork, earning a rare bit of praise from his teacher as he handed in the last assignment. “You are doing the work of a sixth grader, and you are still only nine. Your father should have pulled you out of that dreadful school years ago.” Derek nodded and forced a small smile, running slim fingers through his coal black hair.
“Thank you, sir. Can I go now?” Derek’s father had promised him a surprise for his grades being so consistent. The slender boy shifted his feet impatiently.
The teacher looked up sharply from putting books in his briefcase. “May you go. And yes. I will see you on Monday. Don’t forget to go over the chapter on the civil war for the test.”
Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed his own smaller briefcase, trying to keep from running out of the room. Young men don’t run about like children, he reminded himself.
When Derek had put his books in his room, he stepped into his closet and impatiently flicked through his suits, eager to get out of the school uniform his teacher insisted upon. He had outgrown some of the designer suits in the last year. He would have to remind his mother to donate them to charity. As he wandered through the huge closet, he noticed a small section off to the side that hadn’t been there before. It was full of dresses, and they looked too small to fit his mother. He shrugged and went back to his suits, too distracted to wonder about the dresses further. Derek chose a charcoal grey suit that was just a shade lighter than his stormy coloured eyes, and a burgundy and charcoal tie. When he was dressed properly, he made his way to his father’s office wing and knocked on his study door. “Father, it’s me.”
His father opened the door with a smile for his young protĂ©gĂ©. He was holding the arm of a young girl, a few years older than Derek perhaps. The girl looked up shyly, her deep azure eyes meeting his before returning to the floor. Wow, she is stunning, Derek thought, taking her profile in eagerly. Shining honey coloured hair hung to her slim waist in waves, and she appeared properly demure as she murmured hello softly. The boy’s eyes were soon drawn to her chest, where she seemed to be still growing. Her breasts were only about an b cup, but pleasantly round and full, even so. She wore a short white summer dress that flared around her lithe thighs, even though it was still April and only moderately warm.
Derek’s father cleared his throat, pleased he had seemed to make a good choice. “Her name is Claire. She is 14 and completely pure.”
“Is she… for me?” Derek was hardly able to believe his good fortune.
His father nodded and places her hand in his son’s. “She is going to be living here. Why don’t you take her to your room and get better acquainted.”
Derek led Claire to his room, beginning to feel a little shy. He noticed she seemed quite short for 14, only standing a couple centimeters taller than him. When they were alone, he took her other hand and pulled her closer to face him. “I don’t want you to be afraid, Claire. My name is Derek, but you will call me Master. If you are a good girl and listen to Master, you will earn lovely treats.”
Claire nodded, beginning to lose the fearful look in her eye. “What kind of treats?”
“What kind of treats Master” He gently but firmly corrected her. “You must show me you are a very good girl to receive a treat”. Derek sat on his couch and flicked on his entertainment center. The enormous screen took up much of the wall. “Right now I need someone to play Xbox with.” Claire smiled and sat next to him, much closer than necessary, Derek noticed.
The two spent the rest of the evening cheerfully playing through some of Derek’s rather large video game collection. When Derek heard the bells chime for dinner, he quickly switched off the system. Claire looked up from the game in disappointment. “Come Claire, being late for dinner is not an option.”
She nodded and followed him to the dining room, smoothing her dress. The children joined the family for dinner as young maid bustled about serving them. Derek smiled at Claire, his fingers possessively stroking her smooth thigh under her dress. “Thank you, Father for Claire. She is perfect.”
“You are old enough now, and have proven yourself mature enough to be responsible for someone else.” The normally imposing man got a look of pride on his face as he looked upon his son. They said grace, and the rest of dinner was spent in silence, as Claire’s cheeks reddened deeply from Derek’s hand slipping higher up the inside of her thigh under the table.
After dinner Derek’s father told him to get ready for bed. Since it was Friday night, he was allowed to watch a movie movie before bed.
As Derek looked closer around his room, he saw a small dresser next to his, with socks, panties, and nightgowns for Claire, and personal products for her in his bathroom when he went to brush his teeth. He didn’t mind sharing his space. It was rather lonely growing up with no siblings, especially now that he wasn’t in school anymore. Derek removed his suit casually, tossing it casually into the hamper for the maid to take care of.
Claire stared wide-eyed at Derek as he rifled through his drawer in his boxers briefs, looking for his favorite pajamas. He turned to face her with an easy grin as he hopped on one foot, pulling his pajama pants up. “What’s wrong, Claire? You look nervous.” She blushed and shook her head. Derek walked up to the stiff girl, stopping close in front of her, his bare chest nearly touching her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Master.” she managed in a squeak as the brazen boy smiled cockily and leaned closer.
“Kiss me.” His mouth was just an inch away from hers as he waited for her reaction. This will be her first test, Derek thought as he faced her calmly.
Claire leaned forward the the remaining inch and met Derek’s lips. She brushed her lips against his mouth for the barest of moments before drawing away. Derek raised an eyebrow, letting his disapproval be known.
Claire moved forward again and held her lips against his. This time he felt them, still and warm. Derek shook his head inwardly and clasped the back of her head. He pressed his mouth to hers forcefully, stepping closer and causing her to back up against the wall. He held her hair tightly with one hand as he forced her lips open. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his lean body pushed into hers, pinning her to the wall. Momentarily satisfied, Derek stepped back, enjoying the dazed look on Claire’s face.
“Your nightclothes are in the bottom drawer. Go get dressed and brush your teeth” He pulled on his pajama top and chose a movie on cable before dimming the lights and sliding between his sheets in his king size bed. Claire disappeared into the bathroom with a nightgown. Derek sat back against his pillows and idly stroked his cock through his pajama bottoms as he half watched the movie. He was thinking about Claire. He had only known her a few hours, and he already liked her more than that willful girl at his old school. He decided that Claire was only his, no one else should touch her or talk to her, not even his father.
As Claire re-entered the room, Derek smiled and gestured her closer. “Come, my little flower. Keep Master warm.” Claire shyly obeyed, moving in close under the covers. Derek wrapped an arm around her and pulled her even closer, wanting to feel her body tight against his. Claire leaned her head on his shoulder and laid one arm across his chest. The two cuddled in silence for a bit, Derek stroking her lower back and flipping between movies with his free hand. He settled on a soft-core porn, looking to see how Claire would react. She stared wide-eyed at the lesbians on the screen, then quickly looked away.
Derek felt his cock getting hard as he watched Claire blushing and averting her eyes. He reached down and pulled her thigh over his hips. “Do you feel that?” he whispered. “You do that to me.” Claire let out a tiny moan as she felt his hardness poke her inner thigh.
Derek rubbed her panty-clad bottom slowly under her short nightgown, savoring the feel of her tight little body. Her hips moved in time with his firm strokes, rocking against the side of his body.
“God Claire, you’re killing me” Derek groaned, sitting up on his knees. His cock sprang up proud and true, straining against his pajama bottoms with its full 5 inches.
Claire stared at the formidable bulge, biting her lip. “Master, I like you a lot. I wanted to tell you.”
“I like you too, pet.” Derek leaned over the older girl and kissed her suddenly, swinging one knee over to the other side of her as he firmly held down her shoulders. He slid one hand under her nightgown to capture one round little tit, massaging it roughly. Claire moaned and writhed beneath the boy’s ministrations, gasping as his mouth moved to her neck, sucking it recklessly. He pulled her nightgown up over her head and took one plump pink nipple between his teeth, making her squeal as he bit before sucking in as much of her tit as he could fit in his mouth. He switched to her other nipple and continued until they were both red and raw.
Derek yanked off her panties with one hand as he kissed hungrily down her waist to his prize. He took a moment to admire it. Claire crossed her legs, but Derek gave her ass a sound smack then pulled her knees apart. Her pussy glistened smoothly as he stared. She must have shaved for him. The teenagers he saw on the internet usually had a little hair on their pussies. “Your mom waxed me. Your dad said I had to be ready…” Derek nodded appreciatively, then moved in for a lick. He had always wanted to see what one tasted like. His tongue parted her lips, gliding up to the clit. Claire shrieked and jerked her hips, causing Derek to grab her thighs and hold them down as he slid his tongue inside, poking it in deep before kissing her hard little clit. Claire’s body went stiff as he sucked her jewel between his teeth. “Not yet, love.” Derek sat up and wiped his mouth. “You must ask permission to cum.”
“Yes Master…” Claire lay back breathing hard, her legs twitching. Derek stood on his bed, bouncing on it a little. “Take off my pants, little one. Boxers too.” Claire sat up obediently and slid them both down. His cock, happy to be free, popped up past its confines, narrowly missing slapping her in the face. It was a healthy virile tan shade, and had a fat tip, actually quite a pretty cock. Derek noticed she seemed a lot more eager now. She even tried to take it in her mouth, but Derek held her head away. “Beg for it.”
Claire licked her dry lips. “Please Master…” Derek moved his hand to the back of her head, grasping a handful of her hair and pushing her pretty face onto his cock. Claire choked as he shoved it all the way in, gazing at the beautiful image in front of him. He thrust it in a few more times, enjoying watching her gag.
“That’s enough.” Derek pulled the choking girl by the hair off of his cock, a trail of spit hanging from his throbbing head to her trembling lips. He got to his knees and laid her down, kissing her lips gently before holding himself up between her legs. Claire gazed up adoringly at him and wrapped her long legs around his waist.
Derek smiled down at her as he rubbed his fat head up and down along her soaking slit. “M-Master!” Claire moaned loudly as she thrust her hips toward his. He suddenly plunged in, wincing as he felt his cock break through her thin barrier. Claire cried out sharply, so Derek held himself in as he stroked her hair for a minute. When he decided she was ready he slid out, then stroked back in quickly, as deeply as his pre-teen cock could manage. Claire’s moans grew in pitch as Derek pumped more quickly, feeling her hot little pussy squeezing his cock like a vice grip. His cock had a slight upward curve, just the right angle to stroke the quivering girl’s g-spot over and over. Derek leaned close to her ear, taking her lobe between his teeth and tugging sharply as he slammed her little pussy like a jackhammer. “Cum now, girl.”
“Yes Master!” Claire shrieked her pleasure as her pussy’s hot walls spasmed tightly around his cock. The incredible sensation made his cock throb hotly as his own cum gushed through it, squirting thickly into her teenage womb. Derek had only been able to make himself cum a handful of times, and it had never been like this. He grunted and gave one final hard thrust.
Derek pulled out slowly, his now ultra sensitive cock twitching as he lay beside his Claire and pulled her against him, both kids gasping for breath. “Sleep now, love.” Derek switched off the long forgotten tv and allowed her to curl her form against his prone one before drifting into a satisfied sleep.

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Fantasy

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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Fantasy

First Time Driving Part4

Continued from last time
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It’s been a few weeks my dick was inside Juliana in Vinny’s room during that sleepover. I couldn’t stop thinking about that, but there was another thing on my mind. For some reason, I found myself getting hard in the pants whenever I talked to this girl in my class, Jackie. Jackie was really hot, and she was my age, 2 years older than Juliana. She was tanned more than Juliana, and was a few inches shorter than me. She had smaller breasts than Juliana, but not by much. Her legs were longer and her ass was a bit bigger. To top it all off, I could have sworn that I caught her looking at me a bunch of times during class. What was I to do
..?
It was Monday now, and I was doodling in my notebook. My history teacher’s voice droned on and on, and I could tell that nobody was actually listening to him. Once he announced a group assignment though, everybody got up quickly and began looking for a partner. My mind was set as soon as I got up.
“Hey Jackie! Wanna be my partner?” I asked.
“Chris! Uh, sure, why not,” she answered.
In my head, I thanked God. “So, uh, wanna meet up at my house after school? We can walk if you want.”
“Sure. Sounds good Chris,” she said, going back to her seat with a smile. I looked hard and thought I saw her blushing.
At 2:30 school ended, and we started walking home. I offered to carry her bookbag for her, which she gladly let me do, giving me a ‘thank-you’ hug in the process. I felt her chest rub against me and I no longer realized I had to carry two backpacks all the way home. Once we got to my house, we went inside and I remembered that nobody was home today. Both of my parents were working late. I put our bags down near the door, and hung up our sweaters.
“Hey, I’ll be right back down. I’m just gonna go change really quick. Make yourself at home,” I told her.
She nodded and went to sit down on the couch. I jogged upstairs, and quickly changed. I quickly thought about carrying Jackie up here, laying her on my bed, and fucking her however she wanted to be fucked. I laughed to myself, and reminded myself that she was here for a school project, nothing more. I focused on losing my hard-on, and then I jogged back downstairs. The TV was on, and Jackie was sitting on the couch with one leg folded over the other. Her skirt was really high on her leg, and I could feel my boner coming back, so I quickly sat down near her.
“So, do you actually wanna work today or just watch a movie or something? I mean, we have weeks to do this thing,” I told her.
“Haha. Watching a movie sounds much better than History any day. What movies you have?” she asked.
I got up and gave her a selection of DVD’s. She chose “Not Another Teen Movie”, probably one of my favorite comedies ever.
As the movie went on, we talked casually. When she asked certain questions or we joked about sex-related things, I could tell she was flirting with me. I was acting funny, and had her laughing for a long time. Vinny called my cell phone 10 minutes into the movie, but I didn’t pick up. Towards the end of the movie, Jackie turned on the couch to face me.
“Hey Chris. I have a question,” she asked.
“Shoot.”
“Well
I’m not really sure how to ask you. I..uh
well I kindalikeyou,” she said very quickly, blushing.
I looked at her for a second, and then I smiled.
“I like you too Jackie,” I told her.
Her eyes lit up.
“You do? I
Uh, would you wanna go out with me?” she asked.
“Of course I would,” I told her, moving closer to her, and hugging her.
She hugged me back, and I felt that chest again. My dick was getting hard in my shorts, but it was hard to tell while I was sitting down. I put my hands on the sides of Jackie’s head and slowly went in for the kiss. I could tell she was nervous, but she kissed me back. It was great. My tongue searched her mouth, and I could tell she was very new at this. I backed off for a second.
“Jackie, we’re alone here. You know, we can do anything. Whatever you want. If you ever wanted to experiment with any kind of
well you know, we can do it here. I mean, you’re my girlfriend now, right?” I told her.
“Well, I’ve never had sex before, Chris,” she said.
“We don’t have to have, you know, intercourse sex. There are
other things
” I said softly.
Jackie got up onto her knees on the couch, and gave me a perfect view of the front of her body. Her firm tits were protruding under her school uniform, and her skirt was rolled up high so I could see her thighs. She crawled onto me, and sat on my thighs, facing me. She wrapped her legs around my back.
“Let’s do something,” she said seductively. She reminded me so much of Juliana. Her hand moved from my nose, to my chin, to my chest, to my cock. As soon as her hand made its way that far down, I couldn’t control my boner any more, and it popped up, making a tent in my shorts.
“Chris! You’re
uh
your dick is
big!” she said, giggling.
I laughed. “It’s not even out yet.”
She slid off the couch and kneeled between my open legs. She slowly pulled my shorts down until only my boxers were on. My cock was about to explode through the slit in my boxers, so she helped it out. Her hand was so small and smooth. It was cold also, which my dick throb in her hand.
“Chris. I
I’ve never seen one of these before. Uh
what do I do?” she asked innocently.
“You can stroke it and jerk me off. Or you can put your mouth on it and suck it. Whatever you feel comfortable doing baby. But please do something quick. You’re hand feels really good just touching me.” I told her.
She looked at my erection in her hand, and she decided to stroke me. She moved her hand up and down and squeezed just tightly enough. She wasn’t as good as Juliana, but she was still great. Once she got into a rhythm, she got really good. She twisted her wrist with each stroke, making her whole palm rub my entire shaft. I advised her to spit in her hand for lube, which she also did. The feeling and noise of her jacking me off was great.
“Jackie, you’re good at this! Uh
oh yea
” I moaned for her, smiling.
She beamed back at me. “Really? I’m lucky I guess.”
She stopped stroking for a second, and quickly bent her head down. I shot up on the couch, not expecting this at all. My hands rested on her head softly, as I bent over her head and moaned in pleasure. She was sucking me off, and my entire cock was in her mouth. I had expected her to take it very slowly at first, and boy was I wrong.
“G
God! Jackie
! Oh that feels amazing
uh
” was all I could let out, breathing hard. I rested my back on the couch, leaving my hands on the back of her head.
She pulled off my dick, smiling, with a bit of drool on her lips.
“I knew guys must like that,” was all she said, as she resumed her amazing deepthroat.
My cock was wet, and she moved her head up and down rapidly now. When she went up, I could see all of her saliva on my shaft making it gleam. Her hands were on my thighs, and I fondled her tits with my hands. She slowly starting rubbing my legs with her hands, and she added her tongue to the blowjob. She sucked my dick hard so her mouth tightened around my entire shaft. She picked her head up and looked into my eyes as she sucked my dick, really turning me on. She backed off for a second, jerked me hard using all that spit and precum as lube. Her hand was cool compared to my throbbing cock, and she was jacking my shaft hard and fast. I started breathing hard, and i saw she was really into this. She was looking intently at my cock, jerking it with a perfect balance of speed and grip. She eventually stopped and continued sucking me off a little at a time to get me wet again. I looked at her, and decided I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Jackie, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned.
She backed off my dick just as I shot a burst of my spunk onto her face. The second one was softer and it landed short, on her chest, clearly visible on her navy-blue uniform. I continued overflowing on her hand, and she moved her mouth close to my cum-covered cock. She licked softly, swallowed, and made a face.
“You don’t like it? You don’t have to swallow baby. That was amazing
” I told her.
She smiled and said, “I love you Chris. Now can you please do something to me?”
I smiled and breathed hard. I thought to myself, ‘What an amazing girl..’. I pulled her school uniform over her head, revealing her beautiful breasts covered by a sexy black bra. Just as I began to unstrap it, I heard a knock at the door.
“Shit
who can that be?” I said aloud. “Jackie, go up to my room for a second. Please, I’ll be right there.”
She smiled, took her clothes, and ran upstairs. I quickly put on some clothes and opened the door to see
Juliana?!
She came inside quickly.
“Chris, I called you before but you didn’t pick up! I need you! I haven’t masturbated for a week now
please give me your cock,” she begged, looking amazing.
My mouth opened, but no words came out. Juliana got on her knees and ripped my shorts down to my feet. She pulled my now limp cock out of my boxers and began sucking it.
“Hey, wait a second! This tastes like cum already! Have you been jerking off Chris?” she asked, looking sad.
“I only just started Jules. Please, go ahead and finish the job
Uh
” I said, pushing her head on my cock softly.
Now this blowjob was even better than Jackie’s! Juliana deepthroated me right away, and then bobbed up and down quickly, scooping me up and slurping loudly with her tongue. For 14, this girl could be a porn star! She quickly took off her tank top, and I rubbed her breasts softly as she moaned while sucking me off. My cock was not fully hard in her mouth, which actually made it feel even better. It was squishing around in there, her cheeks and tongue pushing it from all sides and her saliva acting as the perfect lubricant. She sucked hard, and my soft cock expanded into the back of her throat. I felt her swallowing all the precum that was slowly coming from my cock. Before I knew it, I was at my limit.
“Jules
slow down or I’m gonna cum,” I said.
She backed off and smiled. “That was quick. You must have jerked off for quite a while. So, what do you wanna do while your cock’s recovering?” she asked.
I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs, my cock still hanging out of my boxers. Jackie was on my bed, her bra back on, watching TV. She looked at us in shock.
“Ch…Chris? What’s going on? Is that Vinny’s sister?” Jackie sputtered, not knowing what was going on.
I explained to both Jackie and Juliana the story, and told Jackie that Juliana was really awesome and that the three of us could have a really good time right here.
“I…I guess it could be fun,” Jackie agreed.
Juliana smiled, and added “Of course it’ll be fun.”
I went to sit on the bed near Jackie, as Juliana knelt down between my legs again, this time pulling my boxers down all the way. Jackie joined her down their, and they began to suck me off together. This was the best blowjob that I had ever had. Juliana took her turn first, sucking my head hard while jacking off my shaft quickly with her hand. While she was doing this, Jackie was in a perfect position under her, sucking and licking my balls softly. When I lightly pulled Juliana’s head off my dick, breathing hard, Jackie replaced her. She bobbed her head quickly sucking 3-4 inches of me at a time. This was good, and I could hold back my cum for a longer time while Jackie was blowing me. Juliana removed her shirt and unstrapped her bra quickly, climbing onto the bed behind me. She rubbed her chest on my back while massaging my balls and rubbing the insides of my legs. This was amazing: two girls at once! When Jackie stopped sucking me, Juliana moved to my front, and began rubbing my cock with her tits. They felt so good going in such a perfect, rhythmic motion. Juliana quickly saw a bottle of baby oil on my dresser, got it, and rubbed it all around the insides of her tits. She then continued titty-fucking me, but the lube made it feel much better. My dick was so smooth going over her already smooth tits that it reminded me of the short time I had spent in her pussy. Jackie kissed me and put her tits in my face for me to lick. I had to stop Juliana after about a minute, feeling ready to explode.
“Oh
okay guys. Let me do something for you guys now!” I said, smiling.
I stood up, my dick straight out, and pulled a condom out of my drawer. Slipping it on over my cock, I asked who wanted to go first. Juliana quickly stepped up to the plate and bent over, her ass inches from my cock. I slowly grabbed her hips and pushed into her. My meat stretched her asshole a little, but I quickly got a good pace going, thrusting and pulling back. Leaning over onto the bed, her moans of pleasure were drowned out in the mattress. Jackie looked on, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Juliana’s ass was tight around my dick, and I felt her enveloping me. I thought to myself that this wasn’t as good as her pussy, but hey, it was still ass. I started pounding her hard, building up my orgasm. I grabbed her hips harder and pushed as deep as possible into her a few times. She was moaning very loudly now, so after 5 minutes, ready to cum, I pulled out. Juliana, leaning over the bed, tried to stand straight but couldn’t at the moment so she lay down on the bed, panting. Her naked body, wet with perspiration, looked amazing. She rubbed her tits as Jackie stepped up to my dick.
“Chris, it’s my first time so go slow,” she said meekly, before bending over.
Her ass was an inch from my cock and I stared at it. It was bigger than Juliana’s, and thus I could get a better grip. I slowly pushed into her, and my cock went in smoothly. I saw Jackie grab the sheets very hard as I pushed in all the way, and pumped. I went slowly but went in deep each time. I pumped in and out for about a minute until she got used to it. Then I went faster. She moaned loudly, and the sounds made my cock even harder. I was loving this. Juliana moved towards Jackie’s face and spread her legs, making her pussy a clear sight for me. It was beautiful, and I wanted to cum right then and there but I held back. I bent over Jackie’s back and grabbed her tits. Hugging her chest, I penetrated into her deeper and harder than before. I pounded into her the same as i had just done to Juliana. I grabbed Jackie’s tits firmly and used my arms hugging her to push harder into her. I could tell she was cumming by her ass contracting on my dick. Panting over her, I pulled out after a few more seconds.
“It’s awesome, isn’t it Jackie?” Juliana said, smiling.
“God yea! I love this!” she said, still breathing hard and bending over. She rubbed her asshole and tried to stand up straight.
I lay down on the bed, my head on the pillow. Juliana took the wet condom off my dick, replacing it with a fresh one. She then stood up on the bed, and proceeded to sit, with her pussy, on my erected cock!
“Ju
Jules! I thought that was out-of-bounds!” I said.
“Oh, fuck it. Let’s go!” she said, moving her hips to get my cock all the way in.
She sat down all the way, my 8 œ inch meat completely enveloped by her pussy. She grabbed her chest and swung back and forth, moving her hips. The feeling was amazing. She moved up and down slightly, giving me the feeling of some kind of handjob or blowjob, but she also moved back and forth, making me feel like nothing before! I reached up to touch her tits, and I massaged them for her. She moaned and continued riding my dick. Within 2 minutes, she was cumming. She lay down on my chest and remained there for another minute, breathing hard and licking my nipples, her eyes closed, my dick still in her pussy.
“Chris
.that was great
” she let out.
Jackie told us that her pussy wasn’t ready for today, so I smiled and told her it was fine. I resumed my position sitting on the edge of the bed, and both Juliana and Jackie slid down in between my legs. This time Jackie pulled off the condom, and took me into her mouth. By now I was doing all I could not to bust down her throat right then. I slightly thrusted my hips into her throat, my cock head very far down. Her saliva swirled around my shaft, making soft slurping noises. She backed off after a minute and let Juliana get to work. Juliana started off sucking my head and jacking off my shaft very quickly. This made me grab her head and push down, so she stopped jacking me off and started a deepthroat. She made loud slurping noises and bobbed her head up to my head and down to the base of my shaft around 10 times. Then she pulled off and started to give me a good titty fucking, using saliva as lube. As she stroked me with her tits I lost control, and my orgasm exploded. The first jet of cum splashed over her tits, and she quickly put my head in her mouth and jerked my shaft again. I filled her mouth with cum until it dribbled out of her cheeks, and then she backed off. Jackie came up, took a shot of cum in the face, and put 4 inches of my meat in her mouth. She rubbed my balls as I filled her mouth up too. I put my hands on the back of her head and thrusted, letting the last of my cum out. When Jackie pulled off, they both opened their mouths, FULL of cum. They both had the most cum I had ever seen in their mouths, and I was really impressed at how much I had shot out today. I doubted they would swallow all that, but Juliana started by gulping it down. In one shot. The sight made me spurt one last little stream of cum which landed on Jackie’s tits. Juliana was quick to suck it all off, making sure to lick and suck Jackie’s still hard nipples. The sight was great. Jackie had a harder time swallowing all the cum, and she lost quite a bit of it to the floor, but she got most of it down. Watching them swallowing made me want to cum just a little bit more, so i grabbed the back of Juliana’s head and pushed it onto my cock, which was now soft. She sucked voluntarily, and i could feel a little bit of cum starting to build up again. She sucked my soft dick hard, making it stretch along the contours of her mouth. As i started to get slightly hard, Jackie came up to Juliana and started licking her tits. I was ready, and i shot 2 more bursts into Juliana’s mouth, as she deepthroated my dick and swallowed instantly. I fell down on my back onto the bed, breathing hard and sweating.
“Guys
I love you so much,” was all I could say, closing my eyes.
At the same time, they both replied, “We’re definitely doing this again tomorrow!”

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A Girl’s Game To Get In My Pants

My first story that I have ever written, feel free to go easy if you want but good criticism is the best way to make my stories better in future. This was made for a friend, and so there might be a few jokes or ideas you may not understand, but yeah! 4430 words altogether that I hope you all enjoy!
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So there I was – basking in the glorious sun as I got off the old school charter bus that led us off to the esteemed Reward’s Day Out, the sun’s rays torching my already olive skin. I hear Scott yell from behind me “Move, you fat shit!” as he hurriedly gets off the bus, eagerly awaiting the many pubescent girls getting into their skimpy swimming outfits. For this was Summer, and this is when I lost my virginity.
*Fifteen minutes pass*
I see myself now in a queue, waiting for The Taipan. I’m not usually one for the whole going down a huge tunnel in a circular, overused boat, but I felt a strange energy about me, as if today was my day. Plus, I was standing behind the woman of my dreams, a one 15 year old Amelia Lance, who entranced me with her amazing ‘dirty-blonde’ hair, her amazing aqua eyes, her amazing physique (she was a full-time gymnast), as well as her full-fronted C cup breasts, which stood adamantly and proud as they jutted out of her chest, which were covered by a very skimpy and sly white bikini, which did almost nothing to help protect herself from prying eyes. Now, this image would not be complete without her absolutely PERFECT ass, covered by a matching white pair of panties, which had been through years of vigorous hard work in a gym, which then brought us all the way down her long, toned legs. What a sight.
I suddenly get hit in the head. It’s Scott again, demanding that I move forward and stop gawking at Millie’s ass, which she hears and shyly turns around and giggles at me, her cheeks set upon by a sudden rose colour. I turned and looked the other way while Millie had obviously tried to initiate conversation with me. I sighed to myself, what a stupid fuck I was. She turns around again, and slowly we all board the circular boat, ready to get pushed down into the Taipan. I move over two seats away from Scott, and Millie quickly seizes the opportunity to sit in between Scott and myself, while Scott demands to the young service lady that we stay as a group of three.
I mistakably put my arms up in the air as we are shoved into the dark abyss below us, my left arm savagely coming down, striking Millie’s bra as my seatbelt snaps. Amongst Scott’s squealing like a pig, I imagine Millie was now a bit frightened herself as her bra finds itself being my anchor onto the boat as it still clings onto Millie’s body, as we are flipped around like ragdolls in the pitch black tunnel. We are suddenly jerked, and Millie’s bikini loosens, and I am sent hurdling straight into her chest, my mouth narrowly avoiding a nipple as I continue to scream into her chest. We are then shafted to the right, and I then find myself finding it increasingly difficult to stay in the boat while still grasping Millie’s bikini. I then see light behind me, as we make our way to the exit, and I see Millie’s beautiful, uncensored boobs bounce around before my eyes, as her hands are fixated to the boat handles around her.
A surge of blood then interrupts my thoughts. I realize we are now in the open, and I glance back over to Millie, who has already abandoned ship with her broken bikini, and I find myself having very scarlet-clad cheeks as we slowly waddle to the sand shore, where a misguided service man greets us, asking us if everything is okay. I assure him everything is okay, and Scott promptly interrupts, telling the man that her bikini was caught on one of the handles, and undid itself while in the tunnel. We quickly make our escape back to a low-brow area, surrounded by ferns that loom over a stone walkway, not unlike a large, secluded corridor. I spot Millie sobbing in the corner, and Scott quickly abandons me as he tells me to make my ‘move’. Millie looks up at me as I sheepishly wander over, not sure if I should be ready to run at first movement, or whether I should be holding my ground. Her face is full of tears, and she feebly cries out “Winston
 please
”
“Err, I’m really sorry about before-“
“Just come over here, I need to tell you something.”
I then slowly move closer, and sit down next to her, the unbelievably beautiful wreck of olive tan and white clothing searing with embarrassment.
“Winston
” she mumbles, “Don’t be ashamed of what you did
 I’m not crying from what you did, I’m crying because
”
I then put my arm around her cautiously as I imagine her pouncing up and unsheathing mighty talons as she tenderises me to a bloodied pulp. She lets out a sob much louder than normal, and at that moment I realise her bikini was not broken in the tunnel, but that the knot had just come loose. Two bra strings then reveal themselves to me as I look towards her, as she gestures to me that she can’t do it herself. She makes no attempt to hold the bikini upright as she sits up straight, and I manage to only get a glimpse of ‘side-boob’, before my self-righteousness corrects my wrong doing, and corrects her bikini. I then look at her firm stomach as she continues to sob, and my mind turns off like a mechanism; my prime instincts killing off the thoughts in my head. She then lowers her head, and I hold her chin with my right hand and gently push it to my direction so that she is facing me. Her beautiful, tear-soaked eyes peer into mine, and I feel my penis make an instant pop-up tent in my pants.
“Look, I know what I did has made you in this state now, and for that, I apologize.”
“Winston, I didn’t want you to see me like this
”
I then instinctively remember what Scott had taught me from his many journeys into the pants of young women, and that crying females tend to be more open to sexual advances than others. I use this to my advantage as I launch forward, catching Millie off-guard as I attack her with my mouth, to which she reciprocates. We make wild and uncontrollable love in our conjoined mouths, her saliva mixing with mine as we exchange bodily fluid. This brief moment of ecstasy is then brought to an abrupt end as Scott, seemingly deliberately cock-blocks me as he rushes over and tells me that I need to go with him urgently. Millie tries to grab my hand, but Scott is too quick to pull me away.
We don’t get very far before Scott then stops, and I immediately backhand the fucker.
“What the fuck are you doing, Scott?!”
“Oi, remember – we have to get our names marked off before midday, or else we get busted. Jesus, you’re strong!” he says as he rubs his tender cheek. I look at my watch. Shit! It’s 11:54. I decide to leave Millie for now, for all I know, she’s already gone.
*Another half an hour passes as Scott and Winston have lunch and get their names marked off. Winston cannot stop thinking about Millie during their discussions.*
We then set off; nearly half an hour after we eat, and go to several different rides before Scott and I decide to take different routes, as my puny bladder churns in anticipation of release. I come back out of the toilets, and then bump into Millie, who is now looking rather normal, and has a bottle of sunscreen in her hand.
“Hey Winston, you don’t mind, well, err
 Rubbing some sunscreen on my back, do you? I can’t reach it even though I’m ‘supposedly’ flexible.”
I respond with a daft nod as my eyes follow her movement, as she turns around and beckons me to follow. She brings us down to a small, isolated island in an area near the kid’s diving pools, and there awaits us a single beach chair, which I quickly seize as my own.
“Fine,” she stammers, “I’ll just take a swim.”
As she slowly walks into the deep part of the circular river (which encircles our area), I realize that I have never seen this part of Jamberoo before. My attention is then drawn back to Millie, who swims back to shore, water dripping off her gorgeous body, as she shoves me off the chair and claims it for herself, lying on her stomach as I fall into the sand beside it. She reaches beside the chair and retrieves the same suntan bottle, which I must have been holding for her while she went into the river. I mumble to myself as I sit myself upright, as the bottle is shoved into my hands.
“Don’t worry about what happened before. Worry about making sure I don’t get burnt!” she says.
My eyes devour her beautiful legs, tight ass, and beautifully tanned back, all glistening with water. She pulls her mostly dry hair out of the way. Without a word, I sit on top of her ass; I open the bottle and pour some of the coconut-smelling oil onto her upper back, and start to rub it in delicately on her beautifully soft, smooth skin. I start on her back, and spread the oil onto her shoulders and neck, and then down the back of her arms. I then pour some more lotion into my hands, and work my way down to her lower back.
“Make sure you get along my sides and under my bikini
 And try not to undo my bikini again!” she says, half-giggling.
I sigh again, and I realize my hands are shaking ever so slightly as my heart pounds a thousand beats a minute as I run my fingers under her bikini strap, and slowly down the sides of her torso, to which she snickers slightly. I then reach for some more oil and quickly jump down to her legs, purposefully missing her nether region. I start behind her knees, and work upwards slightly, but then quickly retreat back down to her calves and feet, before I abruptly end the session.
“Okay, that’s it” I stammer.
“But, uh, Winston
 You missed the top of my legs?” she answers back, as if demanding that they were to be done.
“U-uhh, y-you sure?”
Millie giggles. “Just do it, and make sure you get some underneath the edges of my swimmers, I really hate getting sunburnt.” I took a deep breath as I quickly squeeze more lotion into my quivering hands, and proceed cautiously towards to the back of her thighs; gently massaging her while I apply the lotion. As I get toward the top of her legs, she opens them seemingly automatically a bit wider, granting me a small venue of access so I could reach the underside of her panties. I see it – white purity as I apprehend that there is no hair poking out whatsoever – a sight I find quite curious, and I then reach up close to her panties as I feel heat coming from her pussy.
My mind was going nuts.
I very gently brush her bikini-clad cunt with my knuckles and proceed to pulling the edges of her panties off her skin as I slip fingers underneath to put lotion on her, accidently skimming her cunt with my fingertip, which causes her to jolt as I work up to her hips very quickly and unsavourily. At this point I notice that she is breathing very deeply, as I hear slight moans escape her mouth. I then work in the lotion above her ass line, and slightly pull her panties up so there is a definite crack-line showing under her panties. I finish with one slow slide from her hips, down her calves to her feet and back up, with a last brush past her ass, now revealing a bit more than I think Millie had anticipated. My dick then springs out of my shorts unexpectedly, and I swirl off of her and turn around to correct myself, as she surprises me with her quick movement as she grabs my shoulders with her hands and asks “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just love this beautiful day on this beach
 Seeing the cloudless blue sky, hearing the distant water
 And yeah, loving feelin- err, being here with you.”
She seductively scratches my back with her bright red nails, and slowly brings her hands to meet mine, as she turns me around slowly, keeping my hands in hers. She then does something I will hopefully never forget – she plants my open palms straight on her breasts! My mind is now doing backflips as my vision starts to go wonky, and I look up to Millie as she quickly takes advantage of my groggy state as she hits me straight in the head with a sucker punch. Everything goes black.
“Ugh, my head
” I mutter, a throbbing pain making it hard to see my surroundings. As I stumble to get up, I slowly come to the realization that I am wearing no clothes whatsoever; free as a jaybird. Millie giggles behind me again, almost evilly.
“About time you woke up!”
I twirl around, dizziness striking my ability to see her, but I can make out a definite figure, sitting Indian style only a few feet away. I then force myself to focus, and I realize that she has something of mine – my thongs! She waves them up at me, and then apologizes for having to hit me in the head.
“It works this way. You’re too stupid to help yourself, so I’m going to play a little game.”
“Can I just have my clothes back? What if someone sees me naked?”
“Then they can admire you as I have.” She coyly admits.
“Fine,” I say, defeated. “What must I do to get my clothes back?”
“Whoa, straight to the point I see! No fun at all. But ok.”
She pauses for a moment. “To get each item of clothing back, you must do a favour for me for each one, including your thongs, your shorts, your undies and your gold ring.”
I sigh to myself again, looking at my hand and realizing my $500 gold ring has been taken, and emotions set in of fear and embarrassment of my naked self. For so long I had been self-conscious, and not actually thought of what others may think of my body. I realize my dick is fully erect.
“Ooh, someone’s horny.” She guffaws, as she slowly rises from the ground and walks away dominantly. “To get your thongs back, you must first catch me. Ready, GO!”
She sprints towards the other side of the island, and makes a quick dash for the river, but I quickly charge for her, and tackle her, pinning her to the sandy beach, my dick now pinned in between her clothed ass cheeks. She attempts to get up, but I quickly overpower her and take both of her hands as she squirms and spin her onto her back, pinning her legs under my own, and holding her hands to the ground, showing me an excellent view of her now glistening body; the smell of decadent sweat driving me insane and lustful.
I then quickly regain my thongs and toss them aside out of her reach, re-pinning her right hand down, as she lets out a saddened moan.
“Now, where is my ring?” I forcefully demand as I start to get infuriated.
“This is your second tas-“
“WHERE IS MY RING!”
“Fuck, stop yelling! If you must know, it’s inside of me somewhere. But you have to search for it.”
A deadly mix of lust and anger then breaks free from my entire body, as I fiercely look into her eyes, patiently asking her why she’d do this to me.
“Because, I really want you inside of me. I want you to be angry, so that my first time will also be my best. You can understand this
 right?”
I then calm down a little, but she smirks and I instantly start to rage again, my grip on her wrists tightening immensely making her whimper in pain, as I let go of her left hand (my right hand) and then attempt to tear her white panties off of her, my feelings for her now becoming totally substituted by the new lustful rage. Her panties refuse to come off of her however, and are not tie-up like her bikini, so I am forced to slowly peel them off of her, down her legs and I keep them at her feet which I now raise into the air, as I stare at her beautiful mound between her legs, a perfect mix of a large outer labia and a small inner labia, and I see that she is inadequately moistened. I also realize that she no pubic hair whatsoever, and question my internal beliefs as I realize that this is both heaven and hell in its purest form.
I quickly make short work of her as I descend with my finger to explore her unholy depths, teasing her helpless vagina as I lightly touch her inner labia with two fingers, rubbing up and down, and gaining speed as I try and moisten her, so I can explore for my ring. I cannot lose that ring! She moans uncontrollably, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she experiences my unforgiving wrath. Her cunt quickly becomes swollen and red as I introduce my tongue to the fray, as she bends her legs across the back of my neck, her panties and legs trapping me, pushing me down further onto her pussy. I then take a deep breath as I start to suck on her vagina, sucking all the fluid out of her, which tastes a bit metallic. I then realize that I have hit the jackpot as I then spit on her vagina, swirling it around with my index finger as I get ready to probe her.
My finger slides in unchallenged, but soon hit her hymen, which I stab at with my fingers, making her squeal which gradually leads to a loud scream, and her pussy walls tighten, much to the dismay of my hand, which will now have more trouble finding the ring with blood everywhere. I fondle around for a while, mostly just to feel her amazing, velvet insides, but also while trying to find my ring. I raise my head back up to look at her face, and she seems to be having the time of her life, so I take my finger out, wiping the blood off of her cunt with her discarded panties and place my finger into her gaping mouth, letting her taste her own fluids, as she fervently sucks the juices off my finger, so I promptly take it out, and start foraging through her pussy again as I dive for her mouth with my own, my tongue darting into hers like a piston. She seems to be now radiating a very fine odour which causes me to deviate further, and without thinking, I ram four fingers into her delicate, deflowered pussy. Her stomach tenses rhythmically to my beating of her pussy now, and I start devouring her stomach, licking and sucking her slight abs as I work up to her bikini, which is still on her, covering her well rounded breasts. I then yank it off, the knot giving me grief, but I persevere with my free hand and yank it harshly, her bra snapping between the two cups, and I toss it to the side.
“You could have just unt-“ I interrupt her with a slap to the face, and she starts to look at me as if she starts to regret her decision to make me angry. I flick her left nipple, as I stare at the pink marvel, her areole a nice diameter, making her boobs look full and bouncy. I flick it again, this time much harder, causing her to wince in pain, as her nipples start to swiftly increase in size, hardening to their full potential. I then mouth her left nipple, and suck on it as I squeeze her right breast with my free hand, causing her to get the full experience.
I finally feel the ring, as my four fingers are inside of her, past the third knuckle as my fingers squirm around and finally feel the ring lodged between presumably the wall of her pussy and a small raised patch inside of her, which I repeatedly brush past in order to reach the ring with my middle finger, as she makes noises much more rampant and clamps her legs even harder, almost breaking my back as she starts to gyrate frantically, and then my entire hand gets drenched with her orgasm juices. Her pussy starts to free up, and my hand triumphantly escapes with the ring, out of her body. She breathes a very long sigh as she starts to calm down, I push my hand against her ribcage, feeling her heartbeat gradually decrease.
Millie then releases her death grip of me with her legs, as she brings them down to the ground controllably, and then catches me off guard as I attempt to stand up, touching my extremely aroused dick with her feet, which have red toenails, matching her fingernails.
Her soft, warm feet are not even covered with sand, which I question, as she starts to give me a footjob with the arches and toes of her feet, while I watch her stomach, leg and pussy muscles retract and contract as she does her thing, making me nearly burst even though she had only just begun. She sniggers as she pulls a cheeky and deviant face; she raises her hand to her mouth and shushes me as she whispers “Now it’s time for you to stick me for all you got. Beat me to hell, you know I deserve it. You do this, and I’ll tell you where your undies are
”
She closes her eyes as she lowers her hands again, and the heavenly footjob starts to cease, she settles into the chair more and bends her knees, making her feet touch either side of her ass. I grab her feet and then force them behind her head, which is almost no feat at all, her legs locking in place as I align myself, my dick now resting on her vagina as I tease her slightly before I roughly shove my 8 inch wonder into her hole, ramming her back wall, as I look at her face which lights up with pleasure and pain, as I quickly jack into action, quickly thrusting through her meat as her whole body jiggles, her boobs dancing on her chest as they make slapping sounds as they hit her face several times. The tip of my dick then finds the raised part of her insides again and I proceed to make sure I hit that section with every stride of my hips, which causes her to struggle for breath, as I think she is about to orgasm again. This spot feels awesome as I hit it with vigour, my dick tracing it all the way to the back of her love cavern.
I went on like a machine for a few minutes until my rage-fuelled lust for her started to wear off with my gradual exhaustion, so Millie substituted for me as she unlocked her legs from behind her head and repositioned them behind my back again, crossing them and locking me in, and I get an idea. To help speed her up to another orgasm, she brings me in much closer and starts to gyrate again, humping my dick from a semi-seated position, her velvet meat feeling much juicier now as the position changes, and I reach for the suntan lotion bottle, knowing the screw-off lid has a cylindrical tube inside, which I unscrew as she continues to work for me, and I stop her from fucking me temporarily as I prep her asshole with my finger as I slowly introduce the foreign object into her ass, and standing up her still on top of me as I lay down on the chair, and she starts to hump me dry again as she lets go of her usual death grip and rocks on top of me, while I hold the thin cylinder of lotion in her ass, for increased pleasure. I sit there for several minutes as Millie works her magic, her thrilling legs and ass providing a show as her vagina swallows my dick as she pumps up and down, up and down

And then it happens. She goes for an orgasm, and splashes me with her mix of love juice, as her body then starts to fasten her movements, and I feel my body shiver intensely as her pussy walls tighten once again, and I start to orgasm myself. However, she doesn’t stop orgasming like last time, she seemingly has a double orgasm, and keeps producing her stuff on to my body, which is now dribbling down my legs and onto the beach. I then spurt all my spunk into her in one big thrust of my hips, as my world goes fuzzy again, and she freaks out, not knowing what it was as I let out a long groan. Fuck that felt good. She looks at me half disgustedly, as she realizes she is practically oozing cum, her vagina filled to the brim as her orgasm ends with mine in sync.
“Millie
 I love you.”
Her face smiles at me, as she looks over to her ripped clothes and then back to me, her magical aqua eyes sparkling in the sunlight, her cum-stained hair flowing in the slight wind which has now picked up.
“I love you too
 I still hope you love me after I tell you I burned your panties!” she laughs.
I smile, and tackle her to the ground, and then drag her to the river as she contests with me as I grab her by the shoulders and go into the river with her to wash off.
“How are we going to explain this to everyone..?”
I grab her head and bring her in close, as I whisper in her ear

“Fuck the school; we’re walking the long walk home.”

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Experimenting after tennis with my 8 year old friend

My first story written on a mobile. Constructive criticism welcome.
Teenage boy and 8 year old girl experiment alone.
During the summers of my teenage years I helped out with a tennis camp for younger kids in the area. But my 16 year old summer changed why I went.
. The highlight of the camp every year was of course watching all the girls of every age and size. But I always found myself thinking about ally. She was only 8 years old which I felt bad about lusting after her at first but I realized I had no choice she was so adorable. I shadowed her everyday and tried to give her advice pointers. One day, I was teaching her backhands and she was struggling so I stood behind her and held her hands on the racket to give her a better feel of the motion. She was the cutest little girl I’d ever met with blonde hair and a few missing teeth. When I was standing behind her her little head only came up to just above my belly button! She loved all the attention she was getting from me and always asked me for help. Ally was the best.
It was the second to last day of that years camp and I was glad for it to nearly over. Ally was in an exceptionally giddy mood which I expected was normal for girls of her age. At the end of the day, I was waiting with the coach for all the kids to get picked up but Ally was the last one there. Finally after a out 40 minutes I asked her, “Ally, do you know how to get to your house in a car?”
“Of course!”
“Okay well I am going to take you home because I think your Mommy forgot about camp today.”
“Oh really?! Yay!”
“Alright jump in!”
I got in my white BMW and she jumped in the backseat just bouncing with joy.
“Alright sweetie you’re gonna have to tell me where to go.”
“okay!”
Surprisingly she knew exactly the way to get to her house which was only about 10 minutes away. We pull up and both get out of the car. I pop the trunk and she has to lean way over the back of the car to reach her racket in the trunk. As she is leaning over I see she is wearing Disney princess underwear under her white tennis dress! I thought she was a little old for that but I absolutely loved it!
Her house was very nice and big in a prestigious neighborhood. We walk up to the front door and ring the door bell. After a few minutes of no answer, Ally runs around to the backyard and opens the door for me.
“Ally, we need to call your Mommy to see when she will be home. Can I have her number?”
“Yeah it’s right here on refrigerator!”
I call her mom, who says she totally forgot about camp today and said that she was just arriving at the salon and couldn’t get back home for another 3 to 4 hours. She asked me if I would like to babysit for pay until she got home. “Of course!” I said.
“Yayyy! Playdate!” Ally yelled as she found out I was staying. “Let’s watch a movie!”
“Alright what’s your favorite?”
“Hmmmm… Let’s watch Finding Nemo!”
“I love that too!”
We walked into the family room and I turn on the movie. We both flop down on the big sectional couch and watch. I absolutely loved everytime she would let out one of her cute little laughs.
“My dress is kinda dirty I’m gonna go change!”
“Okay I’ll pause the movie.”
I got on my iPhone and started playing games while dreaming about seeing Ally ontop of me. Just then Ally plopped herself down in-between my spread legs. She had put on pink pajama pants and a white tank top shirt. I was so surprised I dropped my phone right under her tiny butt!!
“Oops! Haha!” she giggled
“Haha you scared me!”
My phone was right under her left butt cheek so I tried to reach under while she leaned to the other side but it didn’t work. I boldly and playfully grabbed both of her butt cheeks with my hands and lifted her all the way up and over to the side of me and she laughed and fell over. Her head landed right on the bulge in my loose athletic shorts and she immediately lifted it up with a concerned look on her face.
“it’s okay haha!”
“I’m sorry. Is that… Like… Nevermind”
“What hun?”
“I’ve just never felt a boy in their peepee place like that”
“Oh sweetie. It’s okay.”
“Can…. can I see it? Please?”
My mind was racing “Ally, I don’t know if we can do that because I am a lot older than you.”
“But! I’m the oldest in my class! And my Mommy says I’m getting old! Please oh please oh please!”
“Fine, but you have to promise not to tell anyone ever!”
“Promise!”
I’m sitting on the couch and she is leaning over me with anticipation. “what am I doing” I thought. I pull down my shorts revealing my semi-hard penis and she gasps in excitement. Luckily I shaved this morning so I am all fresh and clean. Without even asking she reaches out and places her hand on the head of my hardening dick.
“It’s all hard!”
“That’s what happens with boys my age honey.”
“Do you wanna see mine?” Well it’s not realt like this but…”
“Ally I don’t know if…”
Again taking the initiative she lifts her little hips off the couch and yanks her pajama pants all the way off her legs and feet and laughingly throws them over the couch. I look down in awe of her pale pink pussy lips and tiny clitoris protruding out. In that instant my penis goes from hard to rock hard.
“Touch it! I touched yours.”
Not wanting to miss an oppurtunity to feel 8 year old virgin pussy I reach out and move my hand back and forth on Ally’s pink clit.
“Wow! Keep doing that!”
“Then you do it to me hun.”
Ally reaches down and grabs hold of my hard cock and starts stroking up and down very slowly. After only 40 seconds of my licked fingers rubbing her virgin clit she let go of me and grabbed my arms and whimpered in pleasure as her tiny body trembled and shook.
“Oooooh my gosh! What just happened?!”
“You just had your first orgasm! That’s what happens when boys and girls make each other feel good.”
“Can you have one?”
“Yeah! Watch.”
I jerked myself off for another minute or so and came inside my hand as Ally watched in amazement.
“Wow! What is that stuff?!”
“This is called cum. It comes out of boys peepee’s after they have an orgasm.”
Again without asking Ally reaches over and dips her pinky in the deep pool of cum in my hand and brings it to her nose. She smells it then licks a tiny bit and grimaces. “It’s salty! And warm!”
Right then I hear the garage door start to open and my heart panics. I quickly wipe my hand with a paper towel toss it in the trash but miss right as the door to the house opens. I panic and jump onto the couch next to Ally who had already covered herself back up. We both look at each other and wink.
Just then Ally’s mother, Cynthia walks in the door and yells hello as we both return her greeting. I try as hard as possible to not look back at the kitchen and the missed paper towel full of my sticky cum. I hear Cynthia putting things away and she yells, “I bet you learned a lot today Ally.”

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The Creators Chapter 9

Authors note: sorry about the long time length between chapters I’ve been getting distracted with school work and anime. As I’ve said before this story contains themes some may not like such as young, incest, mind control and possibly bestiality down the road. Thank you and enjoy. P.S.I know the characters didn’t really show emotion in the last chapter but I did that on purpose because how else are you supposed to act in a room full of mind controlled women I mean its not like your gonna start hitting on them or something cause there already controlled.
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Chapter 9
I sat on the couch awaiting a response from Luca to whether she would live here or not.
“ yes I’ll live here”
“really?! No thinking about it before hand or anything like that?” I said honestly surprised not expecting the answer so quickly.
“no I don’t need more time I already knew this would happen remember so I already had time to think about it.”
“yeah but what about your parents wont they worry about you?”
“no my parents are dead.” she said with such an emotionless tone that it honestly scared me.
“forgive me for asking but what happened to them and are you living with some one?”
Her eyes flashed to an obviously angry look, I swear if looks could kill. Her eyes flashed back to their normal emotionless look. “my father would constantly beat my mother, he would beat her until she passed out from the pain or she just look so pitiful that he didn’t enjoy it anymore. One day m mother couldn’t take it and she stabbed my father to death while he was sleeping, but afterwords my mother couldn’t handle the stress of raising me on her own and took her own life. I don’t live with anybody I live all by myself.”
I stood there for a second listening to her story taking it in “you know you didn’t have to tell me right?”
“ I know but I thought it might help you trust me.”
“I see, well anyways how are you making money to live by yourself?”
“oh that’s easy I always buy the winning lottery tickets”
“ you wha-?”
“i can see the future so I can see what ticket will win and which one will not so I always buy the ticket that wins”
“but your not 18 how do you buy a ticket”
“ originally I had a homeless man buy them for me and then I gave him part of my winnings so now he’s not so homeless anymore but he still helps me buy them and in return I give him my winnings”
I was starting to become less and less surprised every time she opened her mouth because every time she did she would tell me these amazing things.
“so how much money have you made if you don’t mind me asking?”
“not at all I’ve made around 677 million dollars” she said with her never changing strait face”
“677 million!!” I shouted in surprise.
“yes that’s correct”
this conversation went on for a while we discussed her moving arrangements and what room she would be staying in but then we realized all the rooms in the house were already full.
“then we should just by a new house”
“Wha? A new house!”
“yes a new house, there will be even more people coming to live with you in the future so I recommend buying a new house”
“only you could say something like that. By the way are you ever going to tell me what you see for the future?”
“no. I can’t do that telling anybody about the future could change it drastically, but I can show it to you”
“show it to me? How?”
“just like when you learn powers a simple kiss should do the trick”
“sweet does that mean I’m gonna get the ability to see the future?”
“no you can only see the future when your kissing me”
“oh I see.” I felt a little upset at this but I was still raring to go and see the future.
I scooted up close to Luca and we looked at each other she closed her eyes and I followed suit. Our lips pressed together lightly then I remembered that this was actually her first kiss. Suddenly there was a flash! Even though my eyes were closed I could see and it soon became obvious to me that I was seeing the future. I saw buildings collapse with the rubble raining down like meteorites onto unsuspecting citizens, I saw fire everywhere burning parks, schools, houses, shops, but last and not least I saw me standing there with the man who claimed to be my father surrounded by the bodies of my friends in a pile around us.
We pulled apart both gasping for air unable to move out of shock.
“What.. was t-that?” I gasped
“ I don’t know I’ve never seen that before the future has somehow changed!” she said to me in a shocked expression.
“t-that was 
 me?!”
“we don’t know what that was but you can’t tell anybody what you saw you don’t want the future getting even worse now do you?”
“no I don’t but can it really get worse than that?”
“Trust me it can always can get worse”
just then my phone began to ring, when I checked who was calling it came up as Kara so of course I answered it right away.
“Hello Kara?”
“Hey Alex! How you been doing? Sorry I didn’t show up at school today there was a family event going on, I miss anything?” she said with a cheerfully peppy tone. I could almost hear her bouncing with energy on the other end.
“Oh no your fine you didn’t miss much only real big change is Mrs. Browns died and we got a sub in her place”
“wait seriously?! Thank god! I mean.. that sounded mean didn’t it? Its just I was supposed to have her for 1st period and you knew what people said about her.”
“hey hey no need to explain to me trust me I kinda had the same reaction maybe even stronger because we got a pretty sweet sub”
“oh whats the sub like?”
“uh, well… she’s hot”
“uh huh I see, perv” she tried staying quite to give off a tone of being upset but failed when she began to giggle.
“hey your not one to talk! You practically jumped me that time at the mall haha”
“hey! That was your fault I wouldn’t have been that horny if you didn’t spit on me by accident and besides how come y- you never called for a second go a round?” she said the last part almost inaudibly.
“ w-well I didn’t really know what to say if I were to call you” I said shyly
“ a simply hi would have been nice” she said jokingly trying to change the mood.
“ hi” I said
“hi” she responded back
“… so I was wondering would you like to maybe go see a movie or something? W-with me of course.”
she lightly giggled and responded “I would love to”
“is Saturday all right with you?”
“of course”
“great! I’ll text you with the times”
“Alright see ya soon” she said as she hung up the phone.
The week didn’t go by fast enough during school me and Kara hung out with each other and our group of friends just hanging out like normal friends would nothing else really interesting happened though I continued messing with Mrs. Sharron. Oh! Kara’s reaction when she saw Mrs. Sharron was great I believe her exact words were.
“damn shes hot I swear if I had a dick of my own I would screw the hell out of her!”
Kara’s the kind of person who doesn’t care what people think of her she just acts how she wants shes crude, energetic, and these features just make me like her more and more. Anyways back to the weekend. We planned to meet up at 8:05 for the movie is was some sappy romantic movie that I knew I wouldn’t really care about but probably something Kara would love.
It started snowing just the day before but even so it created a nice few feet of snow our town always began snowing in September. She showed up a few minutes late but I quickly excused it after seeing what she was wearing. Kara wore a white button up shirt with a pink and black striped tie on as well that was tucked into a plaid skirt with a jacket lightly tossed over her shoulders, I swear she could look good in a potato sack.
“Hey sorry I’m late I couldn’t decide what to wear and I just ended up with this on”
“no no your fine and you look beautiful”
she blushed a shade of crimson grabbed my hand pulling me along towards the theater.
“come on lets go Casanova”
I paid for both of our tickets like any good gentleman should and I was right the movie was sappy but it was actually pretty interesting. There were a few sad scenes nothing to much though but when I looked over at Kara she was bawling her eyes out. I saw my chance and stretched my arm around her and rested it on her shoulder. She looked at me for a second and then smiled and said.
“Thanks for being such a great friend I hope we stay friends forever” all said with out breaking her smile.
My mind froze at that moment “did I just get friend zoned?” I thought to myself. The rest of the night went by in a dull slow movement but at the same time it flashed by as well. Her dad picked her up and we went our separate ways. I drove down the road for a few minutes only to pull over at a clearing to vent my frustrations.
I slammed my car door as I stepped out into the cold snow letting out a guttural almost primal growl from deep inside. With out me realizing it the snow around me began to melt. My power surged around me in my rage, I swung my fist at really nothing but I sent shock waves out from each swing carving paths all over the snow. I then smashed my fist into the ground or at least the snow about ankle high sending all the snow around me to burst away.
“AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“she never saw me as nothing more than just a friend damn it. It was only me who wanted more I wanted to be so much more than friends I wanted to go on dates, snuggle up on the couch when at home, give each other light pecks at random moments, and hold on to each other as if we would float away if we let go.” all these thoughts rushed through my head and being a hormonal teenager definitely didn’t help my mood.
“Aww look now he cries like little baby”
I quickly whipped my head towards the voice. To my surprise the voices owner is the white Russian!
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!?!” I yelled not in the mood to deal with him.
“its not what I want its what you need and right now you need to fight me and you’ll see what it is”
“Cant you see I’m busy so would you kindly go fuck yourself!” I said staring at him in deep anger.
“Aww is the little baby so upset cause he got his heart broke by some whore, that was funniest thing ever “i hope we stay friends forever” he said in mock imitation.
Simply enough to say him calling Kara a whore snapped something in my head, not to even mention the fact that he overheard the conversation itself. In an instant I had my hand wrapped tightly around his throat and continuing to tighten it was safe to say I was trying to break his spine by choking him.
His knee came up and hit me square in the jaw knocking me back causing me to let go. He took advantage of me trying to resettle my self and transformed himself strait away into his real shape. He lunged directly at me digging his fangs straight into the arm I used to block his lunge. In my enraged state I didn’t really care to much about the pain and used my other arm to grab the fur from his head and pulled his fangs out I proceeded to beat him over and over while pulling his fur to make sure he didn’t go running away.
“I’m different from the fight three months ago. one I’ve learned a shit ton more skills and two I’m extremely pissed off, and you know what I’m gonna use my new power for I’m gonna use it to rip your skull out of your ass and then beat you with it.”
“Haha just like I thought your perfect, definitely a fighter” he said in a weak raspy voice.
Suddenly I felt sick to my stomach and fell to my knees. It felt as though I was throw up from every orifice in my body. I fell to my knees the sickness pulsing through me. I looked at my arms barely holding me up in front of me and noticed little black spots growing out of my skin stretching and pulling turning into individual wires from every pore in my body I felt the wires full from my faces as well. I soon realized though that it wasn’t wires that were growing it was hair I didn’t understand why hair was growing from all over but before I could even put much thought into it I felt an intense burning in my hands as my fingernails elongated, stretching further and further from their original length until they resemble claws.
“W-whats happening to me what did you do!?”
“Nothing bad boy in fact in your case I say it very good situation”
“Good? how is this good? Whatever this is at least?
“You still haven’t realized it yet boy? I’ve turned you into a werewolf of course one of the best fighters you could ask for”
“Why?”
“Ah where to begin” he morphed himself back to his human form and began scratching at his chin.
“we’ll for starters I was kicked out of my organization for failing to kill you and now there chasing after me so that they may terminate their contract”
“B-but why would that cause you to do this to me?”
“Boy don’t you get it terminating my contract means their going to kill me and Nikolai isn’t ready to die just yet. But then it hit me The boy! You of course if I could teach you how to fight then maybe just maybe I could have a chance at living but I needed a sign of trust so I thought what would a creator be looking for and of course new powers, and so here we are my powers now source through your vains and it also comes with an added side affect to.”
“side affect?”
“Its called alpha wolf since I created you or should I say made you into a werewolf you are now unable to kill me hahaha”
“you son of a bitch what makes you think I want you to train me?”
“Trust me boy when the time comes you’ll thank me for the training. Now then lets shut that off for now at least” he snapped his fingers and suddenly all the fur and my nails recede back into their original shape.
I get back on my feet and begin to walk away to my car.
“Boy where are you going?”
“fuck you! I’m going home that’s where and by the way I don’t need your damn training so fuck off”
“Boy three days from now at 5 I’ll be waiting here again I know by then you’ll have some incentive to ask for my help”
“whatever” I walked away to my car placing his warning far from my thoughts. On the drive home my brain was a scramble of thoughts focusing on all the events around me but the main thought was my emotions how did they get so out of hand? I was never a person to get so angry so quickly I thought about this a lot on the drive home.

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