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Hiya, my name is Sarah. I’m 13 years old. I’m pretty (everybody says so), blonde hair, green eyes and pink lips. I live in California and spend a lotta time outside so it’s kinda hard not to get a tan you know? I’m happy with how I look. I’m slim (“too skinny” my mom says, always tries to make me eat more,) but I like it, all my favourite celebs are skinny! I’m not tall but that’s okay, can always find a nice tall guy to reach for me ha ha. My boobs haven’t started to get big yet but mom says they will soon and not to worry. The only thing that I don’t like about my body… I’m embarrassed to say. The only other people who know are my parents… Okay, I think I trust you. I was born with both sex organs, that is I have both a vagina and a penis. See? I told you it was embarrassing. Normally the penis is removed but there was a complication that stopped them removing mine. It’s never been a problem before (except wearing really tight panties to hide the bulge down there) but recently… well I looked it up online, it’s called getting erections. They happen at really odd times too! Like when I’m with the girls and look at their bodies (can’t help looking sometimes) or when I see a cute guy. It first happened a few days ago. I was at school and daydreaming as usual. I was looking at Cindy Michaels legs, wishing I had legs like that, so long and pretty. She was wearing shorts cause it was really warm that day. Suddenly I felt a tingle and a warmth in my skirt. Next thing my panties felt way too tight, my dick was getting bigger! It started to hurt me, got too big for my panties. I couldn’t adjust myself cause of all the other kids. I whimpered and a girl looked round at me. I tried to give her my best smile and it must have looked convincing because she turned back to the chalkboard. Thankfully it got so long that the tip poked out the top of my underwear, giving me some comfort. The feel of the fabric rubbing against it made my penis feel really good. After a long time it shrank again and I was able to concentrate on the class again.
That evening when I came home I went straight to my room. I unbuttoned my shirt and lay it on the bed. My nipples felt strangely warm and a little swollen. I stepped out of my skirt and shoes and looked down. I could see the fine hairs on my belly standing on end and beyond them my white panties bulging a little in the front. I walked over to the full length mirror and looked at myself. I noticed that my breasts, previously nonexistent, had swollen. I tossed my hair back over my shoulder to get a better look. I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. I looked in the mirror again and studied my body. I looked at my penis. It was small now only about two inches long and wrinkly. I could see the mound of my vagina just below it too. I sighed and shook my head. I ran a finger down my chest along my swollen breast. It felt weirdly nice, especially on my nipple. I did it again and smiled, it did feel nice. I used my other hand to do the same with my other breast. While I watched myself in the mirror, I felt the tingle again. I watched, amazed as my penis started to grow in front of my eyes. It made little jerking movements as it grew bigger and bigger. At last it stopped growing and was still. I stood there frozen, my fingers touching my nipples, and stared at it. It was now around six inches long and rock hard. I ran one of my fingers along its length and gasped. It felt so good. I put my hand around it. I closed my eyes, I’d never felt anything like this. As I moved my hand, I started to breathe more deeply. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip, trying not to moan. The faster I went, the better my dick felt. I squeezed my nipple between my fingers and I did moan. I put my hand over my mouth (I didn’t want my parents to hear). I picked up my panties and went to lay on the bed. I bit down on the panties and started rubbing my dick again. From that angle I could see my vagina in the mirror. I noticed that it was wet. Still rubbing myself I used my other hand to touch the liquid coming from my pussy. I lifted my wet fingers to my face and looked at them. I tasted the liquid and liked it. I moved my hand down to my pussy again and put one of my fingers into it. As I did I moaned into the panties. I could see myself in the mirror, rubbing my dick and fingering my pussy and it just made me feel hotter. I threw my head back on the bed as my dick started to feel hot and really good. My stomach began to clench and I bucked on the bed. I could feel the thing in my hand start to pulse. My pussy started to feel really hot too. I moaned as something big started to build inside me. My dick throbbed once more and I arched my back. I cried out as a sticky white liquid squirted out of my penis and landed on my chest. It squirted out three more times, once landing on my face. I kept moving my finger in and out of my vagina and soon I felt the same feeling building there. I squealed as I orgasmed again. I lay there panting, covered in my own cum and a pool of liquid between my legs. When I finally could stand up again I picked up my clothes and put them in the laundry basket, then I went to the bathroom and wiped myself off with some tissue. Looking in the mirror I saw that my cheeks were red and I was sweaty. I also had a smile on my face that I couldn’t wipe off.

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Bands of Lust- Chapter III

Bands of Lust- Chapter III
The Brody that was is gone. He skipped town hours ago. What now lay in Terra’s arms was something else. I’d lost my virginity to the girl I’d loved from afar since sophomore year. I’d always pictured her to be this sweet, charming, funny girl with a laugh that just made the worst days seem like distant memories. And she was all those things, but she was something else, something I hadn’t expected and probably wouldn’t have suspected if not for tonight.
To be honest, I’d only seen them in movies or porn videos. In a way, they were more mythology than reality. But somehow the porno and movies seemed tame compared to the truth. Terra, the girl I loved, was a sex addict. Take that in as best you can. Your brain’s probably telling you that this is probably some weird fantasy, but it isn’t. Your probably as shocked as I was, well, maybe not since you weren’t in my shoes, but you’re nevertheless wondering what the fuck am I to do, because I vowed to be the permanent outlet for her sexual desires for life, or at least as long as I could stand it. That’s how much I love her, and she loves me because of it.
Now I’m lying in her bed on a Saturday morning staring up at her ceiling. I could feel her breasts rising and falling like a calming sea, her heart beat a steady meditating baseline. Her arms were wrapped around my torso, her right thigh lying on top of my groin. She’s still in her striped stockings and fishnet gloves. Her hazel eyes that flipped between loving to lustful on a dime were hidden away, and her brown flowing hair slightly obscured a soft, charming face that had stolen my heart since tenth grade. Did I see myself here back then? I mean really? No. This was simultaneously the dream and the reality. And I still couldn’t believe it.
My clothes were scattered about her room. My dress shirt had most of its buttons thrown about the floor like some wild fortune teller’s failed bone casting. My pants, belt, and underwear were slumbering in a corner; my shoes were a few paces from the bed where I’d tossed them. I still had my socks on. I pulled myself from Terra’s sleeping form and made my way to her bathroom, my eyes landing on her bedside digital clock as I went; it was 6:00 AM. Christ, it’d be light in an hour and I still needed to get the fuck out of dodge before Terra’s loving parents awoke and found me here naked having just satisfied their nympho daughter. Never thought I’d say that sentence at some point in my life.
After removing my sweaty socks, I padded into her bathroom and closed the door. I didn’t bother locking it. I rested my hands on the sink and gazed into the mirror. The sex had drained a few years off my life given my tired, disheveled appearance. My hair was a mess and my eyes seemed glazed. I turned around and regarded the pink claw marks on my shoulder blades. She hadn’t drawn blood, but she’d definitely been close. I turned back to face my twin.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked it. “You can’t do this. I know you love her, but come on, this is insane. Be her outlet? The fuck were you thinking you dumbass?” What was I thinking? That was just it, I wasn’t thinking. I was so infatuated with her, so in love with her I made a rash promise without reading between the lines. Now I was stuck with it. I couldn’t just abandon her now, say, “I know I promised I’d stay with you, care for you, and be your outlet, but I’ve realized that was a mistake. Good luck and see you at school. And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Yeah, right, that’ll go over real smooth, idiot.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I growled. Everything was all wrong. It wasn’t like my dreams, wasn’t like my desires. Somehow those fantasies had been turned on their heads, spun around, and beaten with baseball bats until it resembled some perverted mirror image. “I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I-”
“Brody, are you okay?”
I spun at Terra’s soft, concerned voice. It was the voice I’d heard in my dreams, the one I always loved as I passed her in the hall. That was my Terra’s voice, not the addict within her, but the real Terra, the one I needed to care for, to protect. She stood in the doorway as naked as I’d left her, minus her stockings and gloves. She looked at me with those loving hazel eyes now filled with worry.
“I’m fine,” I answered. “Just, a little cluttered is all.”
She came in, hugged my right arm, and looked at our reflections with her head resting against my forearm. “Is it me?” she asked. “I know that it’s hard to understand, I’m sure I wasn’t what you were expecting, but…I want you to know I still love you.”
We looked at each other. “I’m glad of that,” I said, smiling, trying to seem strong. But she knew what was bothering me.
“Come here,” she said. She led me to the toilet where she sat down, her legs tightly pressed together. I took the floor across from her with my knees drawn up, waiting and wondering. “I…,” she began. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, and I felt I was seeing Terra for the first time.
“Go on,” I said. “I’m listening.”
She wiped the tears away and then started over, but she kept her head lowered, eyes to her lap as she spoke. She didn’t want to see me right now, which was fine. She would when she was ready. “It all began when I was thirteen. I had lost my virginity for the first time then to a sweet boy I’d met in my Algebra class. He was good looking, nice, and athletic, everything my whimsical little heart wanted, at the time at least.
“I’m not sure what came over me during that first passionate night. Sex had been everything my friends had described it to be. The warmth, the pleasure, the love, the pain, all of it was rolled into a tight ball that then exploded into the sky. His name had been Robert, but it was hardly love, I mean not real love. It was lust, but after that night in his house, under the nose of his slumbering parents, something triggered in me. Addiction always starts with the first leap. Some people experience something and then just leave it at that. They just see it as something else to add to their list of things I’ve done in life, but then there are those that take the first plunge and somehow become hooked to it, become addicted. This isn’t just with sex or drugs, normal things like movies, television, internet, can become addicting if the right personality tries it. I’d never thought myself an obsessive personality, but after that night it became clear. I no longer looked at boys as potential boyfriends, but just another body to satisfy my growing desires. As it continued, I bedded countless boys, and they never said anything about it as long as I kept them satisfied. A blowjob here and a hand job there. But when I turned fourteen everything changed. To be honest as terrible as the ordeal was, I thought at the time it might help me, but I was mistaken.”
“What happened?” I asked. Terra was divulging everything about herself. This was a part of her that no one but she and she alone knew. The fact that she was telling me meant that she trusted me, she loved me, and she cared for me. I couldn’t abandon her now, not ever.
She took in a deep breath to gather her thoughts, her breasts heaving in all that secrecy, all that truth to bursting. And as she let it out, the past came pouring from her lips and I was silent for the entire confession, eyes wide, and ears prickling. “Even today I’m not sure why I decided to go with him. I suppose it was my addictive side’s fault for trusting the boy, trusting that it was going to be well. Fuck, I’m so stupid.” Fresh tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and she didn’t wipe them this time, just released them. They streaked down her cheeks one after the other and I was unable to bring myself to stand and wipe them away for her. I didn’t want to see her weep, but she needed to, it was the only way she could continue her story. “The boy was handsome and older. Probably in college, freshman at least, and I’d grown bored with the high school crowd. I was itching to taste something mature, something with experience. The addiction moved my legs, drawing me away from the school and towards the car. I got in and he drove us to a small house. Heh, I actually gave the guy a blowjob the whole way there. I still remember the texture of his shaft, the taste of his cum. I can’t ever forget those sensations, or the ones that followed.
“He escorted me into the house, and it was then that my brain registered the facts. There were three more of them, each one in college and just as handsome. They were all seated on a worn couch in front of a cheap hotel television with the bunny ear antennas. The place had pizza boxes and beer cans tossed about, and it smelled of dust and cigarette smoke.
“‘Look what I’ve got here, guys,’ he said. ‘This bitch gave a nice good blowjob on the way here and I figure she’d do the same for you all, isn’t that right?’ He held my shoulders tightly, and though my brain was telling me to go. To shake loose and hit the sidewalk, my legs wouldn’t move. ‘Well, come on, babe, get to it,’ he said. I shook my head. ‘I think I need to get out,’ I said. But he didn’t care; he shoved me into his friends who didn’t waste time. They forced me to the ground, and though I screamed as loud as I could I knew it wouldn’t do anything. There’s no heroes left to rescue damsels in distress, just dragons looking for something to burn.
“They ripped my clothes from my body. My jeans unbuttoned and unzipped without my consent. I struggled to keep them up, but they held my hands down. The jeans hit their wall with a hard slam, and then they dug their fingers into the hem of my panties, and that’s when the terror gripped the hardest. I started shrieking and fighting back. ‘No! Please don’t, please don’t do this, I don’t want this!’ I kicked at them and actually managed to draw blood from one of their lips, but all that did was get me a swollen right eye. In my dizziness they’d managed to tear my panties from my hips and take the red top I’d been wearing off along with my bra. I was naked, confused, and shaking. I, God, they didn’t stop.” She finally wiped the streaming tears from her eyes, the salt thick rivers falling to the tile as she flicked her wrist. She was struggling to keep the story going, the recall like having a rusted foot long screw bored into your skull with all your pain receptors jacked up to hellfire. A part of me wanted her to stop, to just let her sob continuously into my shoulder. But then there was the other part that told me this needed to happen. She needed to tell this story, needed to let someone else know, needed to share her pain in order to better bear it in the future. And God forgive me, I didn’t move.
“They took turns, each of them taking away what honor I had left. I felt them within me at all times, second long intervals being the only reprieve I had as they switched and then it began again. Every part of me was violated that day. Not even my addict self could react to the sex. It wasn’t good, it was hell. My body was ravaged raw and the bastards came inside of me, by the end of it, even today I’m not sure how long they violated me, minutes, hours, it’s impossible to tell, I was left unconscious on the floor sprawled like some conquered beast, their fucking cum leaking from me and churning in my belly.” Terra’s eyes seemed to gloss over as she spoke, the world becoming a mist, her voice flowing out from some infinite ocean. “When I finally came to, the guys were standing around me, grinning, and their cocks straight and ready to go again. I feared then that they’d do just that. I thought I’d never leave that house. I’d remain there as their prisoner satisfying their carnal urges for the rest of my life until they got tired of me or I simply died. But they didn’t. They just stood watching as I stood on quaking legs, gathered up my clothes and began to dress myself. I wasn’t even sure it was me by this point; my mind was so twisted that it might as well have been happening to some other girl. I stepped into my dirt stained panties, my bra, my jeans, and my top. I swear I could still feel their cum inside of me creating an unwanted child, the offspring of four rapists. As that thought crossed my mind, I collapsed to my knees and vomited on the rug, and they just laughed at me. Then a heel slammed me to the ground. ‘Get the fuck out, bitch, we’re through with you.’ It was the boy who’d lured me, and I hated him. I wanted to jump on him and bite out his jugular, claw out his eyes, maybe bite off that smug dick of his, taste his blood in my mouth like a satisfied she-wolf, but I didn’t. I just stood up and walked out, the stench of the violations following me onto the sidewalk.”
Terra stopped and just stared down at her trembling hands, her thighs squeezed tighter than before, tears forming celestial dew patterns in her palms. “Several weeks later I started getting sick. I was vomiting, getting feverish, always waking up cold or trembling, covered in sweat. I had pains throughout my body. I thought I was pregnant, but when my period came that was the luckiest day in my life. I thought the pain would stop after that, but it continued. It became painful to masturbate, and I felt like shit for entire days, entire weeks. It wasn’t until I collapsed in front of my parents that I found out what had happened. The doctor had explained that I’d contracted an STD, and that the damage it’d done was such that the only way to really help me would be a hysterectomy.”
“They took it out?” I asked, shocked.
“Yeah,” she said, trying to form a smile, but it faltered at the last second. “I thought that not having it would mean my addiction, the one that got me into this mess to begin with, would stop, but it got worse. I guess, without the possibility of pregnancy, all the restrictions were removed, and my body just wanted to become showered in pleasure. I couldn’t stop it; even remembering what happened to me didn’t stop it. Hell, soon I started taking two, three, even four guys home with me because having sex with one boy just wasn’t enough. I was left wanting.”
That was how I felt. I would need to satisfy her needs the same as four guys, and I knew I didn’t have the energy or resolve to do that. Eventually, it’d overwhelm me. The only chance I saw was to hopefully kill her addiction, but how the hell do you do that? This wasn’t some heroin addict or alcoholic, this was psychological, exasperated by a terribly traumatic event. There was no way I could cure her of something like that.
“I never told my parents what had actually happened to me,” said Terra. “They think it happened with some boy, whose name I never gave them. They were sad that I couldn’t bear children anymore, but they were gladder that I was still with them I suppose. They still don’t know about my addiction, and I feel I’ll never be able to really tell them.”
“Where do they think you go at night?” I asked.
“I’ve gotten really good at sneaking in and out,” she replied.
I can’t do this, I thought. This is impossible, yet, I don’t want to leave her. She’ll just go back to what she’d been doing long before last night. Fucking one or four guys in order to satisfy an animal she’d lost control over. I couldn’t let her do that, I’d feel awful the rest of my life if I did.
She’d stopped crying. She sobbed once and a while, but the tears had drained. She sat motionless on the toilet with her hands on her lap and her head bowed.
Eventually, I managed to find my voice underneath all the madness. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” I said. “And I promise it’ll never happen again.”
The mask of surprise and hope she wore, as if her knight in shining armor that normal Terra had been waiting for all this time had finally come galloping on his white horse, lit a bonfire in my heart that hadn’t been there. All the doubts I’d been having were gone. I probably couldn’t do this, but Goddammit I was gonna try like hell.
I stood, stepped forward, and then fell to one knee gazing up into Terra’s blinking, tear streaked, wonderful visage and said, “Terra, I, Brody, promise to be here for you always no matter what, whether it’s to keep you company when you’re feeling down or to satisfy that other part of you so you don’t have to suffer alone.” I bowed my head, took her hand in mine and kissed it deeply and lovingly.
Tears crept to the corners of her eyes, but it wasn’t sorrow or depression that flowed to the surface of her gentle features, but pure joy, pure hope. She leapt from the toilet, tackled me to the ground (the cold linoleum sent a shockwave up my spine that made me jump in surprise) and kissed me hard and long. Her arms held me in a lover’s embrace. It was warm and sweet and promising. “Thank you,” she said. “I love you, Brody.”
My cheeks flushed. Her words seemed superficial, fictional really, but they were real. I’d only heard those words in my dreams, and I knew by the cold stings of the linoleum on my bare flesh that this wasn’t a dream. Those words had flowed from her heart with all the sincerity and conviction that a woman of her beauty could produce, and in that moment my soul left my body and soared into the heavens seeking the bosom of God. When I returned to myself I was hugging her, our bodies curled into an intertwined ball on the floor of her bathroom, our lips inseparable, our hearts beating as one. And the fire that consumed us wasn’t wild, it was controlled and life giving. This was the Terra I’d fallen in love with sophomore year, and she’d said she loved me.
“I love you to, Terra,” I said. “I’ll never leave you.”
“Me neither,” she said. “I’ll do the best I can to fight, but I’ll need help.”
“You’ve got it,” I assured her.
We stared at each other for a while and then broke into heavy beats of whimsical laughter. We were children again who’d just remembered a great joke at the same time. Then the laughter died down and we wiped fresh comedic tears from our eyes and smiled into one another’s brightened features.
Terra sighed. “I could really use a shower,” she said.
“Likewise,” I said.
“Wanna shower together?” she asked, a sly feline seduction lacing her playful suggestion.
I made a mock of a growl. “You read my mind, babe,” I said with James Bond smoothness.
“Ooh, ‘babe’, I like that,” she replied.
“I’m glad,” I said. “Now, let’s get in the shower before we mess up your floor.”
She giggled. “Right,” she replied.
We got up. Hand in hand we cast back the flower patterned shower curtain and stepped into her tub. She slid them closed and then turned the knob releasing a heavy waterfall of warmth over our sweaty, quasi-cool bodies, and then our ignited libidos took over.
We tumbled into it I suppose was the best way to describe it. Beneath the steady pearls of warm water our inhibitions were lifted up and tossed out of the wrestling ring by more primal essences that seemed to fill our bodies down to the tips of our fingers and the bulbs of our toes. We were marionette puppets on aphrodisiac coated strings dancing to some 70s porno funk tune only the two of us could hear. It awoke Terra’s other side like an adrenaline shot to the heart, and I was on my feet for about five seconds before I was lying in the tub feeling the churning puddle of water beneath my back and ass. I was confused; mind racing through years of categorized porn memories to pinpoint what the hell was coming next, but before I could take a guess her thick, luscious thighs were on either side of my soaked head and I was staring up dumbfounded into a slick, loosely moist pussy, and I knew it wasn’t from the water.
Terra looked back along her body at my puzzled face. “You ever been 69’d before?” she asked.
My reply caught in my throat momentarily, the implications of the question sluggishly sinking into my brain. Eventually I managed to say, “You’re my first remember? And no, I haven’t.”
“Then this should be fun,” she said.
Before I could further the conversation, she lowered herself down onto my face burying my nose and mouth into her slick folds. For a moment I thought I’d suffocate, but somehow I was still breathing. My breath was hot, and it just made her lightly spasm and buck. Her cunt clenched and unclenched hungrily, waiting for stimulation. I didn’t leave those moist folds waiting for too long. My hands moved and latched onto her ass like talons and spread her inner petals with my thumbs revealing that warm tunnel. I found her clit swelled and peeking up expectantly from beneath its hood. I barely touched it with the tip of my tongue before she let out an ecstatic sigh and bucked. Here we go again, I thought.
She didn’t waste precious time either. As soon as my tongue had pressed that button of hers, she took my length down her throat with practiced expertise. Soft, moist lips gripped tight, but comfortably, creating a vacuum suction as she bobbed her head up and down in a slow, coaxing rhythm. And her tongue, God, it was like a Boa slithering and slathering about my shaft coating it in saliva and drawing shivers and quakes from me as it traced the pulsing veins, her hot breath tingling my skin playfully.
I worked my mouth to exhaustion, jaw burning, but I kept at it, kept my resolve. I plunged my tongue in and out of her honeysuckle folds, the bonfire within heating my tongue and lips. I took time running my tongue from the swell of her clit up to her pulsing vagina to keep her peaked, raising that temperature of hers. My neck was giving me trouble, but I ignored it. I buried myself in those lips, tasting the nectar oozing out, swallowing its sweetness. After awhile, she began to grind back onto my face, hips churning as her lips pressed down around me to swallow my tongue and feel the sensations it provided as it plunged deep, slurping at the walls. I worked my thumb on her clit as I drank. Pressing and pinching it just to hear her moan and groan and buck like some feral animal.
The faster I worked on her, the faster she worked on me. She never once gagged, a testament to her years of practice, though I wasn’t sure if this made me feel good or not. I hated that she was so good at this, but I was also relieved because I was sure as hell playing it by ear with nothing but porno as my repertoire to pull from. I suppose I was getting better, but who the hell really knew, I sure as hell wasn’t in an enough reasonable state to contemplate such a question. I was just itching for some pussy was all. One hand massaged my balls with a delicate touch like she was handling precious gemstones. She slurped and breathed and moaned, my cock vibrating with pleasure. At times, on the upstroke, she let her top teeth gently scrape the bottom of my dick sending lighting into my system and making me moan and groan into her own soaked regions, which just kept the cycle of unfettered lust going.
I bucked just a bit, not wanting to jam my cock in her mouth like some over eager asshole, but more to ease the strain on her. She gave my head a break as she worked her cunt on my face a bit more, my tongue needing to do little else than just be out. I switched thumbs on occasion, keeping up the stringent regiment of stimulation on her clit, the pink nub twitching and pulsing beneath my touch.
We worked one another like this until our bodies peaked. Lightning shot through us both, stiffening us. I felt her cunt clench up and begin to grind faster and faster. I bucked a bit more as her mouth turned into a V8 piston driving my orgasm to the surface. I felt my balls tighten as her pussy snapped around my tongue and this time didn’t let go. I stiffened just as she did. We both screamed to the heavens as our orgasms went supernova. My seed sprayed her throat and she gobbled every ounce like some starved beast, while her syrupy nectar invaded my senses. I slurped every drop as she spasmed above me, her last orgasm dissipating. She released my pulsing cock, and before I could take a breath, she spun herself around and stared down at me before she impaled herself.
I groaned with sensitivity as my already engorged cock was plunged into a burning forge slick with sweat and cum. She just sighed and then began the slow and easy grind as she brought herself back to her sexual summit. I placed my hands on her hips and thrust up, meeting her down strokes with a wet slap that seemed to echo louder than the water.
Her hair was plastered to her face in soaked clumps. I pushed the few strands I could behind her ear or back behind her head to reveal those loving features of hers. She pressed her palms onto my chest and just rocked.
“Come here,” I said. She lowered herself and I met her lips. The kiss was passionate and heavy, our tongues tasting one another’s essence as they danced. I gripped her ass, spread her wide, folded my legs in and just thrust up into her with strong deliberation. She bucked and cried with surprise and pleasure as I pushed deep, savoring the wet, burning touch of her sex. My senses went hi-res. I could see everything, feel everything. The slap of my balls against her ass, her supple tits pressed against my heaving chest, the bitter, sour, and sweet taste of each other as we kissed and held one another.
She bounced back on me, our thrusts colliding like asteroids, shattering our senses into billions of star clusters. We were both raw, our sensitivity making us growl and groan with beautiful agony as we drove each other over the edge. As her walls clutched and released my twitching length, I plunged deeper into those folds seeking out that one needle point shot of ecstasy that’d have her convulsing and howling like a wolf on top of me. I focused my senses on that as I increased speed, the collision of our flesh resounding and growing into one long crescendo of euphoria that ripped away all understanding of reality. There was only the desire for escape, for carnal release. I grunted and growled into her mouth as I thrust harder, slamming my cock into her cunt with such force that she was barely keeping up. She slammed back onto me with greater ferocity, trying to outdo me. That’s what it came down to, each of us trying to drive the other to the edge and over, first. We turned it into a game. I plunged deeper, my thrusts the piston of a locomotive at top speed. She pushed back, but I was there to shove up. She took me without regret, her folds swallowing and holding me with greater and greater urgency. We were there, both of us teetering on the precipice, an ocean of light below. Sweating and growling like animals, we pushed ourselves over, our hips grinding and pounding on pure unfettered sexual potency. The white light rushed up to meet us. We plunged in, and then our bodies seizured as my balls emptied themselves once again into her starving core. She howled and screamed, bucking and grinding down on my length intent to make the moment last, to accept every jet that erupted within her. I growled through clenched teeth, eyes shut, as my hips thrust into her continuously for a few seconds before settling. She ground down on me for a bit before relaxing. Exhausted and panting, we lay on top of one another for a spell.
“Fuck,” sighed Terra.
“That felt good,” I replied, staring up at a white ceiling.
“Fuck,” replied Terra with a laugh.
I laughed too. “You ready for thirds?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she replied. “But, I want something different.”
I gave her a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”
She straightened up and sat back. I adjusted to take her sudden weight. “I want you to fuck my ass,” she replied.
I just stared at her. Was she serious or just fucking with me? (No pun intended)
She just kept smiling.
“You’re serious,” I said, after a beat.
“Yeah,” she replied. “Why? Is it too weird?”
I nodded. “A little,” I said.
“Don’t worry,” she replied. “It’ll be good.”
I opened my mouth to say some more, but she put a finger to my lips stitching them shut.
“Just say, ‘Yes’”
I blinked, breathed, and then replied, “Okay.”
Okay, I’ll take this time to admit that fucking a chick in the ass has been a rather odd interest of mine. However, you guys need to remember that I never expected myself to ever come into the opportunity to try it, let alone with Terra. So, here’s the girl of my dreams who’ve I’ve pined over for a good three years or so, asking me, no, commanding me to fuck her in the ass. Putting obvious health, moral, or religious issues aside, would you really say no in my position? I didn’t think so. To see Terra on all fours, head resting on her folded arms while her plump ass just floated before my eyes like some long lost artifact doused in glittering dew drops from the showerhead, well, let’s just say my health, morals, and God took a vacation.
My hands were shaking as they touched the swell of her cheeks, fingers and thumbs gripping hard as they spread her wide, the puckered eye of her ass gazing up at me like a condemning judge. My mother’s voice suddenly burst through my mental walls saying, This is wrong and you know it. This is against God’s teachings. Not to mentioned AIDS and HIV. You don’t need to be gay, son, I read somewhere that even a straight man can get AIDS by putting his penis in the wrong hole. Granted, my mother would have never said anything remotely similar to the little mom voice in my head, but it definitely had her overprotective, conservative nature in it, which made me chuckle a bit.
“Is something wrong?” asked Terra, breathing lustfully as her fingers massaged her swollen, quivering clit and probed her soaked tunnel. Her ass bucked a bit, asshole winking at me to begin. I had to bite back a streak of laughter.
“Nothing,” I replied. “Um, should I put my fingers in first to, you know, loosen you up?”
“If you want,” she replied, exasperated. “But, I’d rather you just get in there, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart, she called me sweetheart, I thought. My cock stiffened in a flash. Holding her cheeks wide, I pressed the helmet of my cock against the impossibly small opening of her asshole and she bucked and pushed back on me.
“Hurry up,” she breathed, fingers deftly exploring the depths of her cunt with slick excitement.
“Here I go,” I said. Gritting my teeth, I pushed my cockhead against that opening and felt it resist, but as I kept it up the hole began to yield, stretching willingly as the pair of us pressed against one another. Eventually, I was able to get the tip in, and with a few mildly painful grunts and growls from both of us, Terra’s ass swallowed my head and tightened about it like a tourniquet. “Jesus fucking Christ that’s tight,” I said.
“Don’t stop,” she panted.
With an exhaustive grunt of effort, I plunged my length to the balls and felt Terra’s sphincter, I think that’s the right word, but don’t call me on it, clamp down on me strangling my cock like a hanger’s noose. She bucked and cried out in a mixture of surprise and ecstasy that seemed a choir of cherubs to my ears. “Does it hurt?” I asked her, breathing steadily, the act of getting my dick into her ass rather daunting, believe me, it ain’t easy.
There was a moment of silence as she just breathed and sighed desirously, and then she managed to say, “A bit, but it’s okay. Just, keep moving, I’ll loosen up and it’ll get easier.”
“Alright,” I replied. Clamping down on her hips, I drew my length out about half-way, her lips parting with a groan of pleasure, and then plunged it deep. She bounced and then growled. I repeated the gesture until I felt comfortable, and then started a steady fuck rhythm that wasn’t too draining on me, or her. I could feel her ass pulling on my cock, trying desperately to suck it back in as it was simultaneously instinctively trying to shove it out because, well, it wasn’t supposed to be in there, right? For some reason I thought of a vacuum cleaner tube, don’t ask why cause I’m about as clueless as you are, but that’s what it felt like to me as her ass became a vise sucking and pushing in time with my thrusts. At times I was slow and steady, and when I could I pounded her raw, our flesh crying out with each moist impact.
Though I couldn’t see it, I figured that given how much Terra was shoving back on my cock; ass bouncing like a stripper’s on Saturday night, and the plethora of animal noises pouring from her throat, her fingers were working her cunt ferociously. Slender fingers, her best friends in the world, shoved themselves into her moist folds eagerly driving her towards climax, while her thumb worked double-duty massaging and grinding the fuck out of her engorged clit, which accounted for the surges of electrical stimulation that got her bucking and shoving back harder and harder the longer I fucked her widening ass. I could feel her loosening, adjusting to my cock intruding where it shouldn’t have been. Even so, it was still a narrow fit.
“That’s it, Brody, keep it up, I’m nearly there,” she growled. “Oh, God, I can feel you through my pussy.”
I didn’t need to ask to confirm that. It was a light touch, but I swore I could feel the pressure of her knuckles and massaging fingertips through the membrane wall separating her cunt from her asshole. The entire experience was mesmerizing, a carnivorous hunger rising in me from the depths of my soul. I wrapped one arm about her torso and then yanked her back until we were both upright, her curved back scraping against my heaving body. I nuzzled her neck with my nose and then began kissing the nape as one hand massaged her breasts, nipples granite spikes. Between my thumb and forefinger I elicited grunts and yelps of painful lust as I worked her tits expertly, pinching, twisting, and pressing with timed precision. My other arm held her soaked stomach as I continued to grind up into her ass, which was now wholly impaled on my dick driving her already batshit crazy nympho mind into its final laps. As I suckled her neck, lips sucking and teeth biting lovingly, I glanced down and watched her hand plunge the depths of her pussy. The showerhead sprayed us all the while, our bodies glistening and slipping. It took all my focus to keep from slipping on my feet, while making sure I didn’t stop thrusting. For a brief moment, the image of slipping and hearing my cock break like a twig stuck in a sidewalk crack as all of Terra’s abruptly shifting bodyweight was brought down on it crept into my skull. With a shake of my head and a low keyed grunt of exasperation and approaching orgasm, I shoved the stupid worst case scenario into the darkness and pistoned into her with such mounting aggression that she actually looked back at me in wonder. At last, I’d done something unexpected, something even she had trouble knowing I could do. That’s right, babe, I thought. I’m here to stay.
“Oh, fuck, Brody, yes, that’s it, right there, don’t stop,” she yelled.
Stop? Fuck that (no pun intended), I amped it up to eleven. With a growl, I thrust up into her gyrations, speeding up to the best I could manage without slipping on the tub’s porcelain like some idiot. I felt her ass clench up around my cock. My balls tightened and I plunged my cock up to the hilt as I exploded within her. A second behind me, her orgasm struck her like a megaton nuke. Her voice exploded from her core like a banshee’s cry that crackled towards the end as her throat muscles strained with the sheer magnitude of her climax. I watched her pussy turn into a fountain as she came, grinding down on her hand in quick, dissipating bursts of mini-orgasms. Unable to stop, I continued to pound into her as my dick emptied. Once I felt her calm, I made a few careful movements and managed to pull out. The water washed the cum from my cock in a matter of seconds. Terra slumped back into my arms breathing heavily, exhausted as I was. She curled up close, our hearts eventually beating in tandem, and then tilted her head to gaze lovingly into my contented face.
“How was that?” I asked.
“Epic,” she said.
I laughed.
She laughed.
We remained like that beneath the downpour for a while, just enjoying the warmth of our forms, listening to the trickle of water off our skin, the Apache war drum beats of our hearts. After about a minute, Terra said, “What are you doing this afternoon?”
I inhaled deeply and let it out. “Whatever you want,” I said.
“We can go to the mall,” she said.
“That sounds fine.”
“I’ve got to buy some new lingerie,” she said, not to anyone in particular.
“You don’t have enough?” I asked, jokingly.
She grinned playfully up at me. “Well, I need to know what my new boyfriend likes,” she exclaimed.
I smiled wide. “Well, then, I’ll meet you there around one?”
“That sounds good,” she said. Nestling into me a bit more, she straddled me, put her arms around my neck, and just stared at me.
“You want more?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No, not just yet,” she said. In my head I breathed a sigh of relief. “I just want to thank you, for everything. I’ve never really had a real boyfriend, and now I know what it’s like to actually love someone, not just lust after them.”
“I’m glad,” I replied. I pushed her hair back, and massaged her cheek lovingly. “You’re the girl of my dreams. There’s literally nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“I know,” she said. For an instant, she turned away and got this look of uncertainty in her eyes. I didn’t much like it. After awhile, just before I was able to say something, she turned back with an expression of caution, as though she were thinking deeply about what she was going to say, and then said, “Will you help me get rid of my addiction?”
My senses were floored. Surprise came over my face briefly before replaced by sheer terror. She seemed to catch on and I felt her ease away from me. That look of caution, twisted into something I took to be despair. And before my mind could catch up with my mouth I said, “Yes.”
Her face lit up. “Really?” she asked, hopeful.
“Yeah,” I heard myself saying. “Definitely.”
Fresh tears came to her eyes and she wiped them away. “Thank you so much, Brody,” she said. Then she pressed back into me and rested her head against my chest. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome,” I said. The white ceiling and I made eye contact once more.
Your addiction, I’ll get rid of it, I thought. Fuck.

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Best summer job EVER!

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My Niece Amber Part 2

BY: Alba1971
Part 2
The laptop was set up again that evening and, right on cue, Amber entered my room as she had done night after night. Of course, the big difference this time was that I was awake and ready. I let things progress as usual but found it extremely difficult to maintain my composure. In her eyes, I was supposed to be asleep, but the feeling of her soft, wet, teenage lips wrapped around my pulsating cock was taking its toll on me. I would let out a slight moan and she would stop for a second, ensuring I was still ‘asleep’. Thankfully, I wouldn’t need to keep this up much longer. As I felt the usual stirring in my balls, I readied for the next stage of my plan. This one was going to be massive and I was soon exploding, sending pulse after pulse of my hot cum deep into her welcoming mouth and throat, hearing her choke as she tried to keep up with the massive load being forced down her throat. As I began to cum, I bolted up and grabbed onto Amber’s head, driving my cock to the back of her throat and screaming … “Oh god baby, I’m cuummming. Fuck LISA, I’m cumming. Take every last drop baby. Damn I love your mouth around my cock.” As my cock spewed its last drop into my oversexed niece’s tight little mouth, I quickly let out a “What the fuck?” and pushed her off me, yelling at her to get out of my room and muttering “I thought you were Lisa … I thought you were Lisa.”
As I expected might happen, she wasn’t in the kitchen as usual when I got up. In fact, it was some two hours later when I finally heard movement from her room. I yelled at her to come down to the kitchen. As she slowly rounded the corner, it was clear that she knew she was in shit. I chuckled to myself noting the ‘casual’ outfit she had chosen. No T-shirt and panties this morning it would seem but rather a baggy pair of track pants and a loose fitting shirt. When she sat down across from me, I sensed she was ready for a little fight and had thoughts that she would somehow be able to control this situation. She had no idea how wrong she was.
“What the hell happened last night? This wasn’t my fault. I thought you were Lisa, you know that.”
She didn’t reply, instead simply staring at me.
“I’ve got no choice Amber. This is serious. I need to call your mother and tell her what happened. You need to leave … today. I can’t have you here anymore, not after what you did.”
“What I did? I don’t think so. I like it here and I’m staying until it’s time for me to leave. So if you’re going to call my mother, be sure to tell her what YOU did to her innocent little girl. Sneaking into my room night after night, touching me while you thought I was asleep and then forcing your ‘thing’ into my mouth. Do I need to continue or do you get the picture Uncle Bill?”
“Hold on now. Let’s not jump the gun here” I say as a smirk runs across her face. “I’m sure we can figure something out right?”
Now was the time to see which way this was going to play out.
“I’ll tell you what. You want to stay here for the rest of the summer, fine, but things are going to need to change. First off, I am now in charge of this little game of yours and it’s time things progressed beyond a little cock sucking, much as I enjoyed last night. So get your tight little ass up off that chair and loose the baggy attire. Your Uncle wants to see once and for all how much you’ve grown.”
The look on her face went from shock, to disgust, and then back to her smirk. I knew exactly what she was thinking and I was pleased that this was the route this was playing out. As much as I would have enjoyed her obeying my demand right there, the alternate was going to be much more enjoyable for me.
“I’ll tell YOU what Uncle, I don’t think so. As you’ve probably figured out by now, I like to be in control … I’m pretty good at it in fact. And I’ve gotten a little bored with my late night visits to you. Maybe I’ll turn my attention to one of your cute neighbors that has been gawking over me when I suntan. Besides NO ONE tells me what I will and won’t do with my body. Who the hell do you think my mother is going to believe anyway.”
And with that, she strolled back to her room, seemingly enjoying her victory. All I could think to myself was … checkmate.
I waited until after dinner to spring the last latch to the trap and called Amber up to my room. Thinking she was now in charge, her demeanor had changed considerably and I received a bit of a ‘What the fuck do you want’ kinda look as she entered my room.
“Amber, for the last few days, I’ve noted money missing from my wallet and, before coming out and accusing you, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.”
“So I set up a camera over here to try and catch you going into my wallet while I was asleep. At least that’s how I’m going to explain the tape to your mother.”
“You know, the recording from last night that clearly shows you sneaking into my room and starting to suck my cock while I’m asleep. The one that shows me yelling my dead wife’s names in lust just as I started cumming and then kicking you out of my room when I realized what was happening.”
It was clear by the look on her face that what was happening was starting to set in. When I pressed play on the computer and she began to watch the scene unfolding before her, she knew she had lost the control she so much enjoyed and, even though she wouldn’t look at me, I could tell she was nervous now.
“And don’t even bother thinking about fucking around with the computer and trying to erase the recording. There are enough copies kicking around the house right now, you’d never find them all.”
“Now my niece, as I so kindly asked earlier, loose the FUCKING attire and show your Uncle just how much you’ve grown …. NOW !!!!!!”
The tears began to flow. “Please Uncle Bill, don’t make me do this, please. I’ve never done anything more than this. I’m still a virgin. Please don’t …”
The word virgin caught me off guard. I hadn’t even thought of that and had just assumed, based on the way she had expertly taken care of my cock the previous night, that this little minx had been fucking for some time now. I had already imaged her perfectly formed ass bent over a couch at her home, moaning loudly as one of the neighborhood boys rammed his cock repeatedly into her. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought she had yet to experience a throbbing dick thrust into her tight pussy. I was having a hard time with all this and my cock was already straining lewdly against my jeans.
“Don’t make me ask the question a third time Amber.”
And with that, I saw a look of surrender come across her face. She knew there was no way around it and began to slide her track pants down her long, slender legs, kicking them off to the side. Seeing her standing there, still with her T-shirt on was almost too much to bear, knowing what was to come next. Flashing her a stern look, she lifted her arms and pulled the T-shirt off her body, revealing that perfect frame I had often starred at while she tanned. Seeing her standing there in her silk white boy shorts and matching bra, I could barely control myself and I motioned for her to remove the remaining clothing.
With a final sigh of defeat, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor but covering her perfectly rounded breasts with her arm. I let her have her moment and watched as she used her free hand to lower her panties to her knees, quickly covering her pussy and pushing the panties down and off to the side with her legs. My heart skipped a beat as a stared at her. Amber hesitantly lowered her arms to her side. She was perfect, there was no other way to describe her body. Solid tan lines outlined her well developed tits, with large dark areola and nipples that had already begun to harden and point towards me, seemingly begging to be sucked. As I slowly worked my gaze down her body, past her flat stomach and her shapely hips, I moved in to the prize. I’m sure I let out a small gasp when I finally came to her pussy. Perfectly manicured, there was not a hair to be seen and her lips had already begun to fill with blood, protruding neatly from her cunt. Amber shifted uncomfortably and I was rewarded with a slight glint of wetness. My god, her body had betrayed her and she was actually getting excited at this.
“Turn around and show me that gorgeous ass of yours.”
As she slowly turned her back to me, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to force her up against the wall right then and there and ram my cock into her tight virgin pussy. But I held myself back. I had my plan. Then again, plans can be changed a little.
“Amber … open your legs a bit and bend over … all the way. I want to take a closer look at that beautiful little pussy of yours.”
As she obliged, it became clear that she was more than just a little excited. She bent forward and her swollen lips parted ever so slightly, revealing the pink folds of her cunt, clearly moist. Although a few feet away from her, I could smell her aroma and it was intoxicating. I leaned forward onto my knees, now less than an inch from her and inhaled deeply. Ever so gently, I reached up and ran a single finger along her wet lips, stopping only when I heard her gasp. Placing my wet finger on my tongue, the taste of her juices was beyond anything I had imagined.
But that was as far as the change to my plan was going to go. Excited or not with what was happening here, Amber needed to be reminded once and for all who was fully in charge here, now and for the remainder of her visit.

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me and my cuz get down

I know it might be a bit strange to some people, but I have always had this strange fantasy. It started a few years ago when I would go visit my cousin in South Dakota every summer. She was very Sexy. She was athletic with a nice toned body, beautiful long legs, small but very nice breast with perky nipples, a nice round shaped ass, and a beautiful face.
I never really thought about anything sexual with her up until quite recently. We were both about the same age. I was already married, and was twenty four. My wife and I were struggling in our relationship, and we decided it would be best to take a small break, so I would to visit my cousin Jess.
There really isn’t much to do in South Dakota. We spent most of the day on the water or hanging out with Grandpa. I noticed how sexy Jess was when I saw her in her bikini. She really had a gorgeous body, and every once in awhile I would take a lingering look at her. She turned over to sunbathe a bit , and I was able to see a bit of her ‘camel toe’, and of course her sexy ass. “hey, you know my parents are going out of town tonight, do you wanna stay over instead of Grandpa’s?” ..Luckily I was lying on my back, because I got really hard.
“Sounds like a plan” I said smiling at her. I wonder if she also had the hots for me, she had been kind of flirty towards me. We spent the rest of the day swimming in the lake, and talking about our lives while lying in the hot sun. Finally, at around four we decided to head back to her place.
By the time we got to her place her parents were long gone. She turned the air conditioning way up so we could cool off a little. “hey do you want to have a drink or something?” I smiled at her, “sure”. She mixed us some drinks, and we sat at watched TV for a bit to cool off..She was still wearing her bikini, and just through a big T-shirt over her body..I could still see her camel toe once in awhile, and I got more excited when I realized she was definetely clean shaven..I would shift in my chair every once in awhile to hid my rock hard bonder. We kept on having ice cold drinks. She really knew how to make them. I think they were pina coloda’s but i’m not really sure.
“Do you and your wife have you know like lots of sex?” I was a little shocked, because the question came out of nowhere. “to be honest, I wish we had more”. she smiled. “yea since me and Justin broke up, I haven’t had sex in months, I am always so horny. I got even harder. She took her t shirt off. “hey I think I might go rinse off. I am a bit sunburned”. She came really close to me, and sat down right on my legs (I was trying to hide how hard I was). she planted a lingering long kiss on me, with her tongue way down my throat, and reached for my cock..she reached underneath my bathing suit, and started rubbing it. “nice” she nodded her approval..
She took off her big t shirt, and undid her bikini top, “so are you coming upstairs?” Well duh after seeing my sexy half naked cousin, with her perky nipples in clear view. She slowly took her bottom part of the bikini off, and made me finger her. “can you get me nice and ready so we can fuck in the shower please?” “of course” I smiled at her.. I rubbed her clean shaved pussy, while she moaned. She reached over, and turned the shower on. She was almost falling over, because of how much she liked it.
We both climbed into the shower, and continued making out. I could feel her breast pressed against my chest, and I rubbed my cock to tease her clit. She was moaning so much. I squeezed her ass really hard, and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I stuck one of my fingers way into her tight asshole..”woah buddy, exit only” She said. “sorry” ..”but you look dissapointed, so wwhy dont we try it again but this time (she took my finger, and shoved it in her pussy) make sure its lubed up” I took my ‘lubed up’ finger and shoved it back in her ass. She moaned so loud “ooooohhhhh that feeellls fucking good”…she shoved her ass on to my finger. “put another finger in, so you can get me ready for your cock” I was dripping so much precum. I shoved two finger in. Of course I made sure that I put them in her pussy first to get them lubed up..
She turned around, and started sucking on my hard cock. I grabbed her hair, and shoved her face hard on my cock,,I could hear her gaggin but she did not seem to mind..She was fingering her ass getting her ready for me..she pushed me up against the shower wall..and turned with her ass rubbing on my cock. “Now fuck me!” I readily complied. I shoved my cock way in her ass .”ooooohhhhhhh fuuucckkk ,,,fuck me your filthy man!” I fucked so hard..even in the shower I could see cum dripping everywhere down her leg..She was only able to take it for a few minutes. She made me pull out, and handed me a towel..”dry off” she grabbed my hand, and took me to her parents room.
“I want you to fuck me on moms bed” She threw me down on moms bed, and started riding my cock..She was so good at it.I grabbed her ass hard as I fucked her. I was about to cum, when she leaned forward, and whispered in my ear, “now fuck me doggy”..Ok I figured I could hold off a little longer..I turned her around on all fours, and shoved my hard cock into her tight wet pussy. I started pounding her so hard. She was screaming so much, I thought I was hurting her..I grabbed her, and pulled her hair hard as i fucked her..I reached down, and grabbed my belt. I tied it around throat, and choked her a bit, “I want more, fuck me harder, choke me!” she yelled. I could barely take it..She screamed “im cummming!!” her whole body shook..I flipped her pver, and as she was catching her breath..I came all over her mouth, face, hair, and her sexy titties…
The last day I was there we went swimming together again, and this time nobody was around…

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Daddy’s Dick

Daddy’s Dick
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I had always loved my father. My mother died giving birth to me, so it had always been just Daddy and me. He lived a stressful life; I could tell that from when I was little. He worked a nine to five job for a landscaping company, and came home exhausted every day. Once he was home daddy would crack a beer, sit down in front of the television, and stay there for the rest of the night. It might not sound that bad, but he was always so tired; too tired. He never had the energy to go out, date, meet women. He never found someone to replace mom. He was lonely.
He was good to me though, all the time. He loved me. He wanted to put me through college, and he was saving up almost all the money he made working for my education. We didn’t have much back then, just a tiny house and the television. I had my laptop though. Daddy bought it for me for my 16th birthday. I could get daddy to do that kind of stuff. I would wear my underpants around the house and give him lots of hugs, and eventually he would get me whatever I wanted. I didn’t ask for much though; he was to kind to take advantage of.
I was sort of a naughty little girl back then. I had long brown hair, and that sexy hourglass figure. I was really skinny, but I had B cup boobs which sort of stood out. They were nice and perky, and they looked cute on my skinny frame. My favorite part of my body was definitely my butt. I had a tight little ass, and I liked to show it off. I wore these adorable little miniskirts to school a lot with the tiniest panties on underneath. I teased the boys at school mercilessly. I would “accidently” drop notebooks and bend over to pick them up, or I would let my skirt ride up just a little too high. All the naughty stuff. I liked it; I liked feeling their eyes on me. I had a lot of power over them. My favorite part was knowing that some of them were going home and masturbating to me. I thought that was really hot. I would take a lot of sexy pictures with my friends and put them on facebook, us in our bras and stuff. I knew some of the boys at school jacked off to them. That made me kind of wet.
I never did take it very far with the high school boys though. I let a couple of them feel me up, but that was it, no blowjobs or sex or anything like that. I don’t think they would have been any good at it.
I was into a lot of shit on the internet. Naughty stuff. I read stories, watched porn, occasionally I would even post pictures of myself or chat with people. I found my fare share of bdsm and incest stuff online, and I would cum a bunch playing with myself to that kind of thing, but I never thought anything like that would happen to me. I would have sucked my daddy’s dick in a second if he had asked, but he never did and I knew he never would. He loved me too much to do that. I saw him looking at me sometimes, and I teased him a lot, but it would never lead to anything. He was too moral a man.
One day daddy came home from work later than usual. He had bought a new laptop. I showed him how to use it; he was pretty oblivious when it came to technology, and it was his first time owning a computer. I set him up with a gmail and a facebook, showed him craigslist, all the usual stuff. I friended him on facebook the next morning, and thought nothing of it.
When daddy came home after school that day he went straight to his room. “You look tired” I told him, “Rough day at work?” “No honey, I was just up late last night. Exploring this whole internet thing. They have a lot of interesting stuff out there.” I giggled a little. “Oh daddy. You don’t know the half of it!” He gave me a disapproving look. “what’s that supposed to mean missy?” “Nothing daddy.” I smiled, and kissed him on the cheek, making sure to give him a nice look at my cleavage. Then I walked out, heading to my room and my own laptop. I had some business to take care of.
I had worn a tiny skirt to school that day, with a little red thong on underneath. The straps of my thong were prominently displayed above my skirt all day, and any time I bent over even the slightest bit you could see my tight little butt. I had one class, second period, where I really let my skirt ride up while I was in my chair. I gave this guy behind me a boner for the whole class. I even got a little wet myself. After class I made a show of walking out in front of him and “dropping” my books, and I swear he almost came in his pants.
Anyways, I was horny from all the teasing I had done. As soon as I got on my computer I brought up some pictures on my laptop. I laid down on my bed, and made myself comfy, and then I slowly let my hands roam across my body. First, I tweaked my nipples, the right one, and then the left. My nipples get pretty big when they’re hard, I love it. They’re really sensitive too.
I brought up a story on my laptop. A daughter-father thing. I fantasized about fucking daddy a lot; making him feel good, letting him take me. I brought my hand down to my pussy and started slowly rubbing around my clit. I imagined daddy, eating me out. After a little bit I stuck a finger in my pussy, I was wet. I imagined that it was daddy, sticking his cock inside me, taking my virginity. I stuck another finger inside myself, and started thrusting in and out, rubbing my clit at the same time. I imagined daddy, pounding me from behind, filling me completely with his cock. I was getting close, soft moans were escaping from my lips, when I heard something.
It was coming from daddy’s bedroom, a pounding against the ground. Curious, I put my shirt back on, not bothering with all of the buttons, and slipped my skirt and thong back up. I walked over and knocked on daddy’s door.
The thumping stopped, and there was silence for a moment. Then I heard daddy say, “Come in darling.”
He had been masturbating. I could tell as soon as I came in the room. It smelled a little like cum, and there was a tent sticking out from under the covers of his bed. It turned me on. I walked over to his bed. “So daddy, watcha up to?” Then, with a grin on my face, I looked at his computer.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The screen showed a facebook picture of me and one of my friends. We were facing away from the camera, wearing matching miniskirts. The same one I had on right now. We were both bent over and looking back at the camera with that pouty face that guys love. Our butts were sticking up in the air. We had on matching white panties, they covered almost all of our butts, anything less would have been inappropriate for facebook. It was a very hot picture though, one of my cutest, and daddy was masturbating to it. I was shocked for a second. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that this was exactly what I wanted. I was so turned on; daddy was masturbating to me.
Daddy looked at me with a pained expression on his face. “Baby oh my god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see this, I couldn’t figure out how to get rid of the web site. This stupid computer is too much for me.”
“Daddy, stop. It’s ok. It’s fine. I still love you, promise.” This was horrible. Daddy obviously wanted me, but he felt so guilty about it. I wanted him too, and I hated to see him so sad. I decided to try to make us both feel better.
I looked at him with a coy smile on my face. “So do you like the picture?” He was still so upset, at first he didn’t understand what I was getting at.
“Yes baby, it’s a beautiful picture. I promise I wasn’t thinking of you though, it was that friend of yours. That Katie girl. She’s really cute.”
I was shocked. “But daddy, don’t you think I’m pretty?” I did a little spin for him; I knew he did.
“Yes baby, you’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful thing in the world to me, far prettier then Katie. It’s just, I wasn’t thinking about you when I was…doing it. That would be wrong.”
I cooed and gave him a hug. I was so turned on. He still had a tent in his covers, but he was such a good man he couldn’t even admit he was masturbating to me. He was the one guy in the world I couldn’t have, and I wanted him so much more because of it. I was determined to win him. I wanted to pleasure my daddy.
“Daddy, why would you be jacking off to Katie if you think I’m prettier than her.”
Daddy sat for a long time. He finally said, “Honey. I wasn’t masturbating to Katie. I was masturbating to you. But I would never, ever, do anything to you in real life. I love you so much, and I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, but I would never lay a hand on you.”
I smiled. “But daddy” I said, “Why would you need to look at a picture of me to jack off when I’m right here?” I hopped off the bed, went to the center of the room, and ever so slowly bent over. I slid my skirt up, pulled my panties to the side, and gave daddy clear view of my young virgin pussy. I looked back, and I made a sad pouty face at my daddy. “Aren’t I much prettier in real life?”
“Baby what are you doing? Stop it, this is wrong.”
“But daddy,” I said, wiggling my butt ever so slightly for him, “I don’t think it’s wrong. I think it’s fun.”
“No. It’s wrong. Now go to your room and make yourself decent. I can’t do this and I won’t do this.”
He seemed determined to do the right thing. But his voice was wavering when he talked, and the tent in the sheets never went away. Besides, I knew that deep down inside, we both wanted each other. I kept pushing.
I turned around and got back on the bed, and slowly slid my hand under the covers. He didn’t stop me. I dragged my nails down his skin until I got to his dick, and then I grabbed the base of it. It was huge. “But Daddy” I said, “You don’t have to do anything.”
I slowly started rubbing his dick. He put his hand on mine, just for a moment, and I thought he was going to stop me. But then he took it off.
We sat like that for about ten seconds, completely still and silent, nothing happening except me slowly rubbing his dick. He was staring into my eyes the whole time. I was a little scared, but really turned on, which kept me going. Finally, he broke the silence.
“Baby that feels so good.” A quiet moan escaped his lips, and I knew, then and there, that I had won my daddy.
I kissed him, softly, on the lips. I straddled him, and then I kissed him again. Our tounges danced together, and I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing up against my butt. I started to make my way down daddy’s body with my tongue. I worked my way down deliberately slowly, teasing him, staring into his eyes the whole time. Eventually I got to his dick. I licked the tip of it once, and got my first taste of precum. It didn’t really taste like anything. I let out a nervous giggle; I had never done this before. Daddy looked down at me, smiled, and brushed the hair out of my eyes. I loved him so much, and I was determined to make him feel good. I took the tip of him in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I played with it for a little bit, licking all around it and seeing how much I could fit in my mouth (not very much.) Then I started sucking, and as I did that I wrapped my hands around him like I had seen in the porno’s I had watched. Daddy moaned.
“Don’t stop. That feels incredible.”
It was an amazing experience for me, sucking my daddy’s cock. It was fun and messy and completely wrong, but it felt so right. He was so loving and completely caring, letting me do things on my own terms. If I didn’t know any better I’d almost call it spiritual. I was worshipping his cock; trying my very hardest to make Daddy feel good. It was working too; daddy started moaning a lot and I could tell he was almost ready.
“Oh god. Honey you’re amazing. I’m going to cum.”
Daddy warned me, but I kept sucking. I wanted to taste it, and there was something hot about it too, swallowing his seed. I felt his cock swell even more, I could barely fit his head in my mouth, and then he started to shoot his cum into me. He moaned loudly as his cum hit my tounge and the back of my throat, I almost coughed but I resisted the urge. He grabbed my hair and held my face on his dick, forcing me to swallow all of his seed. It was the first dominate thing he had done to me, it really turned me on.
I swallowed it all and licked daddy clean, and then I burst out giggling. I don’t know why, I just felt kind of overwhelmed by emotions. It was all so sexy and naughty and wrong. But it felt so good.
I grinned at daddy, sort of timidly. “Was that good daddy?”
Daddy smiled, one of the biggest smiles I had seen on his face since mom died.
“Baby, that was wonderful. I love you more than anything or anyone in the world. And now it’s my turn to show you…”
Part two and other stories can be read on my website, benseroticstories.com

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