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My Wild Princes. Pt. 2.

Nandi’s skirt was ripped away. As much as I had tried to get her to wear panties, she never would. So she was now naked, under Aysha’s groping hands. They seemed everywhere, one moment, a breast, then an ass cheek, or back to her head.
Then one disappeared, between their bodies. I saw Nandi’s hips rise, hold for a moment, before lunging down. I knew she now had, one or more fingers inside her pussy.

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The Bad Dad, Part 1

I don’t pretend to be a “good dad,” like all the women and pussies who call themselves men out there like to call it. The way I see it, I made ‘er, she owes me. And don’t tell me all of you fathers out there don’t feel the same way, deep down inside.
I was 17 when I knocked up my first girl; she wasn’t my first lay, and although she claimed I was hers, I didn’t believe her, not for a second. There was something voracious about her, like you only get with girls who have been messed with by their uncles and whatnot. Just how I like ’em, if you get my drift. She said she was 17, but she didn’t look any more than 14 or 15; also just how I like ’em, heh heh. She was swinging those hips next to the jukebox at Billy’s Bar, her skirt hiked up so I could see a peek of her hot pink underwear hugging her ripe little ass. One thing and another, and after quite a few drinks, we were necking in the bathroom stall. I had her pushed up against the wall, and my hands roved all over her tight body. She didn’t try to stop me when I reached under her skimpy t-shirt and undid her bra, releasing her little, barely pubescent titties. I pulled her shirt off over her head, and trapped her arms in it while I grabbed her nipple in my teeth. She made a little moan, and ground her crotch against me. I pushed her skirt up to her waist while she struggled free of the shirt, and I ground my bulge into her cotton-covered cunt. I reached my index finger down, and lifted her panty crotch aside so I could get at her pussy, and I have to tell you, her pussy was perfectly smooth, not a hair in sight. I thought, you little whore! I slipped my fingers between her lips, and I knew I had found heaven: soft, and warm, and fairly dripping with pussy juice. I rubbed her little clit, and she moaned some more. I ventured a finger into her tight hole, and she squeaked a little, but she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. My boner was tight against my jean zipper, so I unbuttoned and freed my monster from its constraints. I pulled it out through the slit in my boxer shorts, and the little slut goggled at the size. I’m a good 7 inches, and thick, like a prize zucchini. I moved her panty crotch further aside to make way for my cock, and I rubbed the head around in her juices before I thrust into her tight hole, all the way in one push. She really squeaked, and I might have had my hand over her mouth by this time, so no one would hear what we were up to. I lifted her up by her ass cheeks, so I had a better angle for my thrusting, and I proceeded to ram my cock up her tight pussy, over and over, until I came with a satisfying shudder. I buttoned myself up, and told her to clean up; she looked a right mess. We met at the bar a few more times, but none of our bathroom fucks were as sweet as the first one, and pretty soon she began to swell up with her brat, and I didn’t see her anymore. I heard she put it up for adoption, and I sure got off light. You might think I’d have learned my lesson, but I guess I hadn’t.
As I was saying, she wasn’t my first time, no siree. I wasn’t much more than a child when I first started getting the urges all of us men feel. I don’t think god would give us these urges if we weren’t supposed to act on them. And all I had access to was my hand, a poor substitute for a real pussy; and also my little sister, who had that real pussy. She wasn’t more than 10 or 11, flat as a board, but I thought womanly enough for my needs. Like most big brothers, I wasn’t very nice to her in general, and as a result, she looked up to me, and would do anything I said just so I would play with her. One day, when I’d had enough of self-pleasuring, and I was desperate for some actual fucking, my little sister came into my room and asked if I wanted to go play near the creek. Bingo. I told her I’d come, but only if she did everything I said. “Sure, Buddy,” she said, but she had no idea what I had in mind. My prick sprang up immediately in anticipation as we made our way to the secluded creek at the edge of our property, and it made it a little difficult to walk. Once we got there, she started to roll up her pants to wade in, and since it was a hot summer day, I told her we should skinny dip. We would do this from time to time, but that was before I got these urges. She readily agreed, and quickly threw off her little girl clothes. When I got to my underwear, my prick sprang out, and she giggled. “What happened to you!” she laughed, and I told her “It’s what happens to all men when they’re around pretty girls, like you.” She seemed pleased by the compliment, and splashed some water at my cock as I made my way into the water. It shivered in anticipation, and got even harder, if that’s possible. “You know what men do with their ‘things’ when they’re naked with pretty girls?” I said, and she seemed genuinely curious. “No, what?” “They stick them inside their little holes.” She looked puzzled, and then she said “It will never fit!” I said, “I think we should find out,” and I moved closer. “I don’t think so,” she said, some of her gaiety replaced by worry. I insisted, “Remember you promised to do everything I said.” “Yeah….I guess so…” She had acquiesced quickly, as I knew she would. In any case, she was going to like this too. I had brought some suntan oil, and I squirted some into my hand and rubbed it on my cock. I told her to go lie down on the grass, and I approached her supine form, and nudged her legs apart with my foot. I got down on my knees, and I spread her hairless pussy lips apart with my fingers, so I could get a good look. I had stolen some Penthouse magazines from my Dad’s room, so I had seen the inside of a pussy before. But my sister’s pussy didn’t look much like those. It was so small and tight, but I could nonetheless see her hole there. I leaned over her, so my cock was in the right position, and I jabbed blindly at her pussy, hoping it would go in. Well, it just knocked against her, and she giggled. So I reached down and groped around her pussy, feeling for her hole, and I slipped a finger in. “Ouch!” she yelped, and I shushed her. I grabbed my dick with one hand, and I guided it toward home. I slowly pushed my cock into her hole, and she took a deep breath. I pushed in a little further, and I met some resistance. I didn’t know what it was then, but my cock head had just met her hymen, and I had to push extra hard to go in further. When I broke through, my cock went all the way in. This was the best feeling ever. Even though my sister was rigid beneath me, I felt the most pleasurable sensation. I pulled back and my dick fell out, so I had to glide my throbbing member back to her still teeny little girl hole. It felt even better as I popped the head through, and thrust back in. I wasn’t full-sized yet, but I was big enough that my cock was held tighter than tight by my sister’s virgin cunt. Even though I was oiled up, I had to push hard to bury my prick all the way in. A couple more thrusts, and I exploded in her. She had gotten very quiet, and we both silently put our clothes on and walked home. I never got another chance with her, but she eventually forgot about it, and I had a go with some of her friends, so it all worked out. Slumber parties were non-stop fuckfests for me; I had several of my sister’s 11-year old friend’s cherries, and I like to think I helped them as much as they helped me in the fucking department. I was a true altruist. I probably should have forced the issue with my sister too, because she would have eventually gotten to like it, and it would have been a service to teach her a thing or two about fucking, you know? Oh well, a least I won’t make that same mistake twice.
Back to knocking chicks up, and not learning my lesson–I got good and tangled by my ex-wife. I married her, and we had a girl before I got myself out of that jail. I take the kid every weekend, just because I don’t want to pay any more child support to that bitch than I have to. Mostly, we just sit around watching TV, we get pizza and beer, and she’s not too much trouble. She gets me my beers for me, and cleans up, so really, she’s like my maid or something, which is cool. I think that kids should be treated like adults, but should also do what I say until they can make their own fucking money instead of mooching off of me.
One weekend, it was really late, and I had put on one of my porno DVDs. I had my meat in my hand, and I was watching a sweet DP. I was stroking my monster, when I saw Rosie in her short, sleeveless, cotton nightie standing next to the couch, mouth parted, staring in wonderment at the screen. I frantically grabbed a pillow to cover my boner, and I yelled at her to get the fuck back in bed, this is Daddy’s private time! She scurried back to her room, but by then, it was spoiled for me. I fumed, and cursed ever having a brat. I didn’t realize yet how much fun having a little brat could be.
I had another beer, but couldn’t get into the porno again, knowing Rosie was lurking nearby. I staggered back to my room, but I peered in through the partially open door at Rosie, who had fallen asleep again. Her covers were thrown off, because it was hot, and her nightie was hiked up revealing too small Hello Kitty underwear. The underwear was molded to her crotch, clearly outlining her little pussy lips. I felt a twitch in my shorts, and I thought back to when I had taken my little sister’s virginity at about this age. How sweet her tight hole was, how hairless her pussy, and how smooth her body. I quickly went to my bed, and I jacked off to memories of my sister’s twat, her little nipples on her flat chest, the tan line on her butt cheeks.Then my fantasy shifted to Rosie’s little cunt, her nipples, and her parted lips that would be perfect wrapped around my throbbing cock, as I thrust it into her face. I came, and I was disappointed it was only in my hand.
The next weekend, after dinner (Dominos–it’s cheap), I asked if she wanted to try some beer. She nodded excitedly, and I told her she had to promise not to tell her mom. She eagerly agreed, and I opened a can. I said that a mature kid would drink the whole can, and Rosie said, “It’s like soda pop!” perhaps to convince herself to keep going. After she was feeling a little loopy, I said, “Do you wanna see a movie that adults watch? I bet you’ll find it fun too. Adults always want to stop kids from having the same fun they have!” She giggled in anticipation. I turned on the porno DVD that I had queued up. It started out with a luscious girl whose car had broken down. Soon, a pickup truck with two men drives up, and…you know the rest. I watched Rosie as the sex scene progressed, and I was pleased that she ground her pussy into the couch a little. I bet her little clit was throbbing in excitement. After it was over, Rosie said it was weird. “Weird, but fun, though, right?” “Yeah, weird but fun…” she said.
Later that night, I peeked into Rosie’s room, but she had her covers on. I snuck in and slowly pulled them down. Jackpot! She had her nightie on, but her hand was cupped around her pussy. Her undies were tossed aside in the sheets. I loomed over her, and slipped my cock out of my shorts. I stroked it until it was hard; I half wanted her to wake up so she she could see my monster hovering over her near naked body, but she didn’t. I went back to my room, and finished myself off.
The next night, I offered her a beer, and we smiled at each other: our little secret. After we watched some Disney movie, like the Little Mermaid or something, I popped in a new porno, and said, “And now it’s time for some adult entertainment.” I looked sidelong at Rosie, and she was into it. She was squirming at all the right parts, and her expression was rapt. After it was over, I sent her off to bed, and after a while, I made my way to her room. Her covers were off, and this time, she had no panties on at all, and no hand in the way of my view. Her pussy was like a ripe peach, and I couldn’t wait to split it–when the time was right. I jacked off all the way, right there in her room, and I used her dirty underwear to wipe up my come. I dropped them on the floor, and went to bed.
The next weekend, as per our new routine, I got us both beers, and after a show, I put in a porno. It was a hot night, and I said we should both take our shirts off to cool down. I told her I was still hot, and slipped my boxers off. She’d seen me naked before. We sometimes took showers together, and we didn’t make a big deal out of it. She had stopped wanting to get naked in front of me earlier that year; I guess she was growing up. I sat down very close to her; she in her white cotton undies, me in nothing at all, while the sex acts played out on my big TV. It wasn’t long before my dick started to get hard. I shifted in my seat, and Rosie looked down and saw it. I’m certainly not as big as those porn stars, but I don’t think it showed too badly in comparison. She said not a word, and we kept watching. I started to stroke my cock with one hand, and I put my other hand around her shoulders to hug her closer. I said, “Sweetie? You know what would make Daddy very happy?” and I gently moved her hand onto my hard cock. She just kept it there, unmoving, so I took her hand and started to move it for her. When I let go, she kept moving it, and at this point, she stopped watching the TV so she could concentrate on the job at hand. She moved closer, and put both of her hands on my now throbbing cock, and she rubbed for all she was worth. I told her to stop a moment, and I reached for the lotion on the side table. I squirted a fair amount into her small hands, and then placed them back on my rod. She started rubbing again, this time with better rhythm, and we stared into each other’s eyes as I blew my wad into her capable hands. “Good job, sweetie!” I said as I wiped her hands off with a tissue. She just wanted to make Daddy happy. I slapped her ass as I sent her off to bed, and I rubbed thoughtfully at my now soft penis.
The next night, I gave her another beer, and we settled in to watch a new porno. This time, I told her we should both get naked, because it was so hot, and she giggled and stripped down to her birthday suit, leaving her Minnie Mouse shirt and matching panties on the floor. We cozied up to each other, and as the action got going on TV, she reached down of her own accord to stroke my penis. She stopped and whispered, “Daddy, do you want me to use lotion again?” And I hesitated a moment before saying, “You know what doesn’t need lotion… You could put my ‘thing’ in your mouth, like they do on TV.” Her face showed surprise, and her mouth made a cute little O. How I wanted to fuck her mouth right then. She licked her lips and bent down to place her tentative lips on my big cock head. “That’s good, sweetie; try licking it like a lollipop.” And she did. She licked up and down, and around the tip, and even licked up my salty pre-cum. I held her head still while I pushed up into her mouth; not too far. I didn’t want to turn her off to this like I had with my sister by going too far too fast. When I felt like I was going to come I pulled out of her face and came on her flat chest. She laughed with genuine delight as she tried to wipe the come off her nipples with tissues. I laughed too, and helped her clean up with a damp rag from the kitchen. The porno played on in the background, and I told her to lie down on the couch so I could clean it all off of her with the cloth. I lingered on her nipples, which sprang up at my touch. I moved the cloth lower, and wiped her belly. I moved it lower and wiped her neat little pussy lips, and I heard a sigh come out of her. “I think it’s really dirty down here,” and I pressed the cloth between her lips and started rubbing her clit, up and down. She definitely moaned that time, and I dropped the cloth and touched her pussy for the first time with my bare hand. It was slick with juices, but I soon stood away from her, and told her to go to bed now. She rather sullenly picked herself off and went to bed.
The next weekend, she practiced her blow job technique on me, and I blew my load on her chest again. I got a damp cloth, and cleaned her up, but this time I lingered on her sopping wet pussy. She parted her legs wider for me, inviting me to pleasure her. I dipped my head down, and flicked her clit with my tongue. She moaned louder, and I sucked on her nubbin with gusto, enjoying the clean, fresh, young pussy. After a while, as she ground her cunt into my face, I withdrew, and she said, “Daddy! Don’t stop!” I grinned, and told her it was time for bed. She went to bed, rubbing her pussy as she went.
The next night, after I had gotten my (ever better) blow job from Rosie, and cleaned her up, and sucked on her 11-year old pussy until she was writhing, I pulled back, and I started to run my re-hardening cock against her clit and around her teeny hole. She was so in her own world of pleasure, she barely noticed the switch. She looked up at me as I slowly pushed my monster cock head into her too small hole. She gasped, because I’m sure it hurt having her virgin hole stretched like that. I took it really slow, pulling out immediately, and re-rubbing my head on her clit until she was writhing again. I took a large amount of lube and rubbed it all over my erect 7 inches and eased the head back in. “Oh yeah, sweetie, this is what Daddy wants. Do you want it?” “Yes,” she whispered. I pushed my head in further, and pulled back. I looked at her hole gripping my too large member as I pulled back and it relaxed when I popped out. It went in a little easier the next time, my dick stretching her hole, and this time I went halfway in. I recognized my daughter’s hymen, and I pushed harder to break through, being careful not to push all the way in yet. I paused to suck on her teeny nipple, biting it gently with my front teeth. With one hand, I reached down to rub her clit, and I got a good eyeful of my penis, half-way into my 11-year old daughter’s virgin pussy. It was the best thing I had ever seen–ever. I slowly pushed in all the way, my balls against her ass, and I started to thrust in and out, gaining speed as her pussy relaxed around my prick. After a few minutes, I exploded deep in her canal, and gently pulled out. There was blood on the couch cover (thank god it was washable), and she looked happy. “Did I do good, Daddy?” “Of course, sweetie. You still have a lot to learn, but you’re smart. And I’m willing to teach you. Now, off to bed.” She gingerly made her way to her room, and I cleaned up in the living room.
The next weekend, after her second beer, I told her I didn’t want a blow job, I wanted to teach her more about fucking. She looked excited; the blow job was kind of a chore for her, and I couldn’t wait to fuck that tight pussy again. I lubed us both up, and I told her to straddle me facing me, and lower herself onto my shaft. She sat down slowly, and when my penis met her hole, I guided her all the way down. Fuck it was good. It was still almost as tight as the first time, and this position let me kiss her passionately on the lips. I held her still, as I slid my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met mine, and I started to bounce her up and down on my prick. I moved my mouth to her nipples, tugging and licking, and she moaned with every bounce. “Does that feel good?” “Oh yes,” she breathed heavily. I reached between us and twiddled her clit while I thrust in and out of her tight hole, when all of a sudden, she gripped her legs tight, and shuddered with pulsating pleasure. After I knew she was done, I let loose my cannon inside her. She collapsed in my arms, sobbing with joy. “I love you so much, Daddy! that was the best thing ever! Let’s do it again!” “Now don’t be greedy, you little slut,” I joked. “You should probably rest your pussy until tomorrow.” I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for another round, and I knew I could fuck her again tomorrow night. I told her to go to bed, and off she went. In the middle of the night, I woke from an erotic dream where I was fucking both my sister and my daughter, and I had a raging hard-on. Well, why not? I went to Rosie’s room, and slipped in. She was sleeping peacefully in a t-shirt and bikini underwear. A little wet spot was on her underwear from our earlier activities, and I wanted to hit that bullseye with my arrow right away. I crawled on top of her, moved her panty crotch aside, and entered her right as she was waking up. She welcomed my dick into her, and reached up to me for a kiss. I kissed her passionately, and fucked her little pussy hard, my balls bouncing against her with each deep thrust. Since we had fucked earlier, I wasn’t ready to come yet. I pulled out and, said “OK slut, get on your knees, facing away from me.” I thrust into her pussy from behind, and grabbed her hips hard as I ravaged her little girl pussy with my huge cock, until finally, on a deep thrust, I came again. “That’s my little whore,” I said fondly, as I slipped out of the room, and I watched her reach down to massage her tender, but aroused privates.
Every night I had Rosie at my house, we sucked and fucked like two animals. I taught her better blow job techniques, and every kind of position, and I was able to bring her to orgasm most of the time. I called her a slut and a whore, and she loved it. I bought her extra-small crotchless panties to wear to bed so I could access her quickly when she was asleep, which was damn near every night. I always rode her extra hard at our middle of the night fucks. It was a golden era. But things were about to get even better.

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Helpfull Neighbour

A Neighbour offers to help out with some building work after Jerry has an accident. The price is Mona. Jerrys wife. And the neighbour wants it all.

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Their Stories – Final Chapter

The Final Chapter
Bobby took the plunge. “Do you want somebody to make
you feel good?”
“Uh-huh,” Lynette said, looking him in the eyes. “That
feels good what you’re doin’ on my leg.”
“Would you like me to make you feel good, Lynette?” he
asked, almost in a whisper.
“Yeah,” she said, also hoarsely.
“Will you promise not to tell anybody?”
“I promise,” she said. “I won’t tell nobody. Not even
Stacey.”
With that, his hand moved into her crotch and touched
her cotton panties. To his surprise and pleasure, they
were moist, and he began to rub a finger up and down
the slit he could clearly feel through the fabric. “Oh,
Lynette, you’re so pretty and so sexy,” he sighed.
“That feels real good, Mr. Wilson,” she said, her head
almost falling back. Then she looked up at him and
said, “Do you want me to take off my panties?”
Bobby was gone now. Prison didn’t even enter his mind.
“Yes, sweetheart, I’d love for you to take off your
panties.”
Lynette rose, reached under the short green dress and
removed a pair of yellow-flowered, cotton panties. Then
she hiked up her dress so he could see her bare slit.
“Would you make me feel good?” she asked. “Then I could
make you feel good.”
She sat on the couch, her dress around her waist, as he
buried her tongue in between her wide-spread legs. He’d
cautioned her to make no noise, but she couldn’t help
some soft grunts, as his tongue lapped her small crack,
and his mouth finally came to rest on her erect little
clit. She came in what seemed like and instant, moaning
softly, her hips bucking, her legs pressed tight
against his head, her pussy juice flowing into his
mouth.
Though she was finally finished, Bobby’s hormones were
enflamed, and throwing everything to the wind, he
unzipped his pants, and pulled his trousers and brief
down past his hips. His pecker was small, but it was as
hard as any man’s had ever been. “Put it in your mouth,
Lynette,” he instructed. “Suck on it for me.”
The 10 year old did just that. She was very inexpert,
but she knew enough from her one experience to suck
with her mouth, lick with her tongue and rub what
wasn’t in her mouth with her tiny hand. She didn’t have
to be and expert with the tension in Bobby Wilson’s
body. She had hardly more than began to suck, when he
shot the biggest load of his life into her tiny mouth.
She jerked back a little, but never lost connection
with her mouth. Cum ran from the corners of her mouth,
down her chin and onto the floor, but she swallowed as
much as she wasted. When he had finally quit shooting,
the blackness of such pleasure having cleared from his
eyes, Bobby looked down at the little blonde girl who
was looking up at him, cum covering her jaw. “Did I do
that right, Mr. Wilson?” she asked, a smile on her
face.
He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the cum
in her mouth and mixing what were left of her juices in
his. Then he said, “That was the best I’ve ever felt,
Lynette.”
“Bill told me that even if I just swallow pee-pee,
it’ll make my titties grow and make the hair grow on my
wee-wee, like a woman’s,” she said earnestly.
Bobby saw an opportunity and ran with it. “Oh, it will,
sweetheart. It will.”
“Then can you and me make each other feel good some
other day?” she asked sincerely.
“Oh, yes, my love,” Bobby said, his trousers still
hanging from his hips. Then he suddenly realized what
he’d just done, and a flash of fear ran up his spine.
“But you can never tell anyone, do you hear me?” he
said, holding her wrists a little too tightly.
She pulled her wrists away from him. “I ain’t gonna
tell nobody,” she said. “I don’t want you to go to
jail. I just want a boyfriend who’ll make me feel
good.”
For some reason, Bobby believed her, and his heart rose
again. As he pulled up his pants, he watched her pull
up her panties. He wiped her chin with a wet tissue,
and they prepared to rejoin her mother. But they also
agreed that she would say she wanted to come back for
counseling in a day or two.Bill’s story: I made a lot of money in Europe with my
edited video and some of the photographs, the ones I
didn’t want to keep. It’s amazing what you can sell in
Amsterdam and Hamburg. I figured I’d covered myself
fairly well, since they would be looking for a “Bill”
or a “William,” and the girls hadn’t a clue what motels
they’d been in. Besides, I wasn’t even in the country,
much less in Illinois, so I figured by the time I got
back, even if it had been reported, the trail would be
cold.
While in Amsterdam, I hooked up with one of the guys
who wanted to “distribute” my video, meaning he knew a
few old codgers who would pay big bucks for it, then
pay again, if asked, not to let anybody know they’d
bought it. We made a few more films, through his
connections, and I got to fuck a dozen or so girls,
ranging from 12 to 15. Willy was very good at this, and
even the 15 year olds were chosen because they looked
younger, with small breasts and almost hairless
pussies.
Then we went to Thailand for a while, where I did some
girls as young as 8. This 8 year old told me she’d been
fucking men since she was 6 because her family needed
the money. I paid her some and shacked up with her for
about a week. Boy, that was tight pussy.
Then I went back to the states with a pretty sizeable
bank roll and more to come, with Willy managing the
“distribution” and, quite frankly, the following
blackmail. I found out that the girls had finally been
forced to reveal their exploits to their mother, and
that the old bag had gone immediately to the police.
There was a John Doe warrant out for my arrest for
rape, assault, and anything else they could think up.
The way I found all this out is interesting.
Mrs. Fellowes thanked Bobby for spending time with
Lynette. Bobby actually carried it off to say that it
was his pleasure, without laughing. Lynette immediately
asked if she could come back, that she felt better
talking with Mr. Wilson, just as they had rehearsed
while cleaning his cum from her chin. Bobby said that
day after tomorrow, same time, would be good, that he
could meet with her privately then.
Then he told Mrs. Fellowes that he still needed to talk
some more with Stacey. She looked at her watch with
concern on the lateness of the hour, since she had
agreed to work the evening shift at the restaurant. He
told her that if she wanted, he could drop Stacey off
on his way home, that he only needed another hour or 30
minutes with, then he was calling it a day. She agreed
readily to that, and Bobby’s heart skipped another
beat.
He returned to the room where the pregnant 12 year old
was sitting, listening to music on the CD player her
rapist had bought her.Bill’s story: Turns out, when the girls got home after
that final session in the motel, they put away all the
new clothes I’d bought them, including the underwear,
though they kept on the stuff they were wearing. I’d
told them to tell their mom, if she asked about it,
that they’d used their own money at the mall and bought
the outfits they had on. Mom did indeed ask them, but
crossly accepted the explanation that they had
purchased the clothes themselves. She actually
complimented them on having good taste.
The girls had gone to the mall the next day for our
rendezvous. I, of course, didn’t show, so they went
back home, I’m told, disappointed.
Next day, however, mom came across the other clothes in
closets and drawers, particularly the panties and bras.
She demanded to know where they had gotten the money to
buy such things. She badgered and badgered until
finally, Lynette blurted out, “Bill bought ‘em for us.”
“And who is Bill?” mama demanded.
“Stacey’s boyfriend,” Lynette said, before Stacey told
her to shut up. Like a terrier with a rat, mama stayed
on the story until Lynette finally let slip some
details of our rendezvous in the motel. Mama hit the
ceiling before dialing the police. Over the next 48
hours, the whole story, including descriptions of
“Bill” were related to various police officers and
detectives. Mama demanded my nuts on a platter, but
after a few weeks, the police realized how clever I’d
been and explained to her that finding me was going to
be difficult.
Then Stacey began to have morning sickness, and mama
immediately guessed the reason. She hauled the 12 year
old, first to the doctor for confirmation, then back to
the police for retribution. You see, mama’s religion
forbids abortion, so now her 12 year old daughter was
going to give birth to a bastard child at 13. She was
stuck with the kid, according to her religion, but her
religion didn’t stop her from wanting me strung up by
my nuts. But as the months went by, and as Stacey’s
belly began to grow, the police had to admit the trail
was dead cold. “Bill,” whoever he was, had probably
gotten away with it.
Stacey stopped the CD and took off her headphones.
Bobby asked her to join him on the couch in the room.
The pretty 12 year old sat down beside him, and he
noticed the slight bulge around her waist.
“So, Stacey,” he said, “I want to ask you a question
that sort of comes from my interview with Lynette. Do
you wish you’d never met Bill? Do you wish this hadn’t
happened?”
Her answer was so quick, it surprised even him. “Oh,
no,” she exclaimed. “I still love Bill. I know he can’t
come back or they’d put him in prison, but I’d love to
see him again and show him how our baby’s growing in my
tummy.”
Bobby was also surprised at how quickly his dick, which
had just been relieved in the mouth of her 10 year old
sister, got rock-hard again. “So if you could, you’d
let Bill fuck you again?”
“Sure,” the pretty pre-teen said, a smile flashing
across her mouth.
“And you want to have Bill’s baby?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“Even though you’ll only be 13 when you deliver?”
She looked around. “Is mama still outside?”
“No,” he said. “She had to leave with Lynette so she
could go to work. I’m going to drive you home after
we’re done.” He looked closely for reaction, but saw
little. He looked down at her pretty legs, which ended
in a pair of white shorts. He wanted to stroke them,
but he waited.
“Well, most people here don’t know, but mama had me
when she was 16,” the girl said, “so I guess havin’
children early runs in our family.”
Or getting fucked at an early age, he thought. “Did you
enjoy sex with Bill?” he asked, trying to speed it up.
“Yeah,” she said. “He made me feel real good.”
“If Bill were here today, would you have sex with him?”
“Well, if he comes back, they’ll probably arrest him,”
she said.
“No, I mean, if Bill were here today and nobody would
arrest him, and if he asked you, would you have sex
with him right now?” Bobby asked in a low voice.
She thought for a minute, digesting the question, then
said simply, “Yes.”
“Why?” he asked, putting his hand on her arm.
“Because I love him,” she said haltingly.
“But isn’t it also because it felt good?” he asked.
“You said he made you feel good.”
“Uh-huh,” she said cautiously, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah, he made me feel real good.”
Bobby had reached the Rubicon, and he decided to cross
again. He took his hand off her arm and placed it
gently on her cheek. “Stacey, I think you’re beautiful.
And I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever
met.” He knew he was taking a page from “Bill’s” book,
but, hell, if it worked once….. “And I’d love to make
you feel good too.”
She looked at him for a minute as though she couldn’t
believe what she was hearing. Fear sprang like a
leopard into his heart. He suddenly believed she was
going to run screaming “rape” from the room. Sweat
actually popped from his forehead. But then the girl
simply asked, “You mean you’d like to fuck me?”
He drew in two breaths to calm himself, then said,
“More than anything in the world.”
Again, her hesitation caused him near panic, but then
she said, “But I’m pregnant. Would you want to fuck a
pregnant woman?”
More than anything in the world, he thought. Then he
said, “Sweetheart, you’re more beautiful and sexy
because you’re pregnant. Besides, pregnant women have
sex all the time. And I’ve been told that when they
have their wee-wees licked, it feels even better when
they’re pregnant.”
The girl seemed to study his face for a moment, then
reached her own small hand to his cheek. “You mean you
want to be my boyfriend?” she asked.
“Yes, darling,” he said, but then had a reality check.
“But no one can know, or I’ll be the one they throw in
jail.”
She smiled and said, “Well, I wouldn’t want that. I’ve
done lost one boyfriend.”Bill’s story: Both girls were put under the care of a
court-appointed counselor. Turns out, he was as big a
pedophile as me.
They moved into the bedroom of Bobby’s apartment. He
knew he had to have the girl home soon, but she had
agreed to go to his place on the way and give him a
fuck. He turned on a low lamp in the room, which
luckily was fairly neat for a change. He took young
Stacey in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue
exploring her mouth.
She immediately put a hand on his crotch and began
rubbing it lightly. He moved a hand to one of her
breasts, which, though he didn’t know it, had already
swollen slightly from the days when Bill had fucked the
12 year old. It was sore now, and his groping hurt, but
Stacey wanted to be fucked so badly, she didn’t even
flinch as he kneaded the still quite small tit.
In no time, they had broken the embrace and stripped to
their underwear, bra and panties for her, boxers for
him, though they looked more like a tent. He undid her
bra, freeing her now slightly larger breasts, and
kissed and caressed them.
In the back of his mind, he knew how many years of
prison, and what type of treatment in the prison, he
could expect for taking a pregnant 12 year old girl to
bed, but the taste of those small young breasts in his
mouth put him over the edge. He bent down and removed
her panties. He also didn’t know the fullness that was
starting to overtake Stacey’s young pussy with her
pregnancy, but he beheld light down above and bald slit
below with ecstasy. He kissed it several times, then
laid her on the bed.
He immediately and eagerly began to push his tongue
into her young cunt. It was already wet with her juice,
and he tasted for the first time the sweet little girl
lubrication. Then he found her clit and began
administering to it, while running a finger in and out
of her wet folds. His other reached up to fondle one of
her small breasts, as her hips began to buck against
his face. He was startled when, after less than a
minute, she was overcome by a massive orgasm. She
moaned and bucked against him, writhing in pleasure.
He’d never have believed a 12 year old could cum so
hard.
Finally, her orgasm subsided, and he moved up to kiss
her. She grabbed his head, mashed her lips against his
and ran her tongue into his mouth, to taste her own
juice. When the kiss broke off, she smiled at him and
said, “Now I’ll make you feel good.” He immediately
began removing his boxers, when she said, “But because
of the baby, you’ll have to do it from behind. I can’t
let you lie on top of me.”
Hell’s bells, he thought, I’d rather do it that way
anyway! She got up on hands and knees, her lithe body
looking such a turn on. She turned her head back,
smiling and ready, and he positioned himself behind the
two gorgeous globes of her tight young ass. Then she
reached underneath herself, grabbed his hard-on and
guided it to her wet hole. This was unbelievable, he
thought. This girl is really wanting a fuck. Deciding
it was his duty, as soon as he was ushered in, he began
to pump her as hard as his close to 6 incher would let
him.
She was humping back like a pro, and clamping his
pecker with her pussy muscles. He knew now that, with
his short dick and his desire to come in her tiny twat,
he wasn’t going to last long. But he wanted her to
enjoy it too, so he reached under her with one hand and
began to massage one small breast. Then, with his other
hand, he began to rub her slightly bulging belly,
running from the top, all the way down to the moist
down above her pussy, gently inserting a finger on top
of her clit.
To his amazement, the 12 year old was soon bucking with
a new orgasm, and that was all for him. He shot his hot
load into her pregnant pussy, taking four pumps to dump
it all. After cumming in Lynette’s mouth only an hour
and a half earlier, he was surprised at how much cream
he was able to lay in her pregnant pussy.
Afterwards, as they lay together, stroking each other’s
privates, he told her again how important it was that
she not tell anybody and how he wanted to fuck her
again tomorrow. She eagerly agreed, and they set their
rendezvous.Bill’s story: The reason I know all of this, about the
police and the psychologist fucking them is that I paid
a visit. I watched from down the street until I saw
mama leave for work and that worthless stepfather leave
for the bar. Then I slipped around to the back door,
took a chance and knocked. Lynette answered. The look
on her face was half horror, half joy.
“Bill,” she exclaimed. I put a finger to my lips.
“Quiet, honey,” I said. “Is it just you and Stacey at
home?” She said it was, and led me upstairs to Stacey’s
room. She was still asleep, and she was obviously eight
months pregnant.
Her 13 year old body was still trim and lithe, but her
belly was swollen all out of proportion. I could also
see that her tits, though still small, were swollen
with pregnancy. She lay on her back, her mouth open,
her cute freckled nose snoring, her covers thrown off,
and her short nightgown hiked up to reveal her panties.
I realized immediately that they were the pink silk
ones I’d bought her.
Lynette was holding my hand as we roused my little
“wife.” She shrieked and tried to jump up, but with her
large belly, she had to maneuver slowly upright. “What
are you doing here,” she said, now talking in a
whisper.
“I had to see you again, darling,” I said, kissing her
deeply, as I had Lynette at the door.
When the kiss was over, though, my pretty 13 year old
wife said, “But Bill, if they catch you, you’ll go to
prison.”
“Tell me what’s going on,” I said. And for the next
hour, they told me everything, including about Bobby
Wilson, their “counselor,” who was now fucking both of
them. I finally asked them if they loved him more than
me, and they both enthusiastically said they loved me
more. Stacey even went so far as to say, “Bill, you’re
the daddy or our baby.” But they both admitted they
needed somebody to fuck, and Bobby was the only choice
they had at the time.
I started to develop a plan in my mind, but I also had
one in my groin. So I kissed Lynette and asked her if I
could be alone with Stacey for a little bit. Once the
door shut, we were all over each other, and soon I was
licking her to a massive orgasm. The minute that
subsided, she immediately was up on hands and knees,
begging me to fuck her.
I obliged, pumping in and out, feeling up her tight
little ass, rubbing her small tits and feeling her big
belly. I came more than I had in weeks. Afterwards, she
cleaned me, and I took a trip down the hall to
Lynette’s room. After licking her to a shattering
orgasm, I raped her 11 year old pussy until I dumped
another load, though smaller than the first. I found
that she was now able to take my hard-on much better
than the first time I fucked her.
Bobby came by that afternoon when Lynette called. He’d
begun fucking her in the past month, and he enjoyed it
even more than her blow jobs. He was nervous about
coming to her house, but he was so horny these days, he
decided to take the chance. When he arrived at the back
door, he was ushered in by Lynette. They tip-toed up
the stairs like they had the other time they’d done it
in her bedroom when no one was at home.
Bobby thought Lynette didn’t know that he was also
regularly fucking her pregnant 13 year old sister. But
he was shocked when they got to Lynette’s room, and
there sat the pregnant girl on the bed. “You’ve been
fuckin’ both of, Bobby,” she spat. “How dare you.”
Bobby darned near wet his pants. He sputtered, looking
for some words in his suddenly dry throat, when Lynette
said, “And both of us is underage, so you could go to
jail.”
Bobby looked down at the 11 year old, and no words
came, only horror.
Stacey said, “You know, we got proof you fucked us.”
Bobby gasped.
“Yeah,” said Lynette, “Stacey filmed you fucking me,
and I filmed you fucking her. And guess who’ll be
fucking you if you go to jail?”
Bobby’s knees buckled, and he abruptly sat down. “Why
are you doing this?” he croaked.
“Cause we want you to do something for us, then we’ll
let you off,” Stacey said.
“What?” Bobby managed.Bill’s story: Willy managed all the details. The
corporate jet was waiting, the fake ID and passports
were flawless, and the getaway was perfect. Bobby
demanded a court-ordered “counseling” session with the
girls, picked them up and drove them straight to the
airport. They all boarded the aircraft where I was
waiting. We flew straight to Amsterdam, where Bobby,
his new English passport in hand, departed for the
Caribbean.
Don’t know whatever happened to the boy. Don’t care.
Me, I’m living happily with Stacey, now known as
“Ingrid,” and Lynette, now known as “Lisl,” on our
German passports. Stacey had a beautiful baby girl,
whom we named Courtney, and the baby and I take turns
milking mommy’s titties. Big news is that 14 year old
Stacey has been missing a period for two months. Oh,
and Lynette just turned 12, and guess what? She just
missed her period..

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The Island, Chapter 31

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

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Aerobic Spank 3

At Hope’s direction, my wife crawled over to where I was seated on the sofa, took my hard penis in her mouth and began to lick and suck me. Hope sat down behind her and began to lick Sonia’s pussy as she pleasured me. Sonia reached behind her and began to rub Hope’s pussy.
And suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Hope jumped up, peeked out the curtain and then opened the door. In walked Sonia’s daughter, Molly, and her best friend Bridgette. Both girls were 19 years old and in their first year of college.
“Well, what’s going on here?” Molli exclaimed.
Hope laughed, “Oh, just a little payback session for your mom. She needed a good spanking on her little butt to get her straightened out.”
“Oh, I see,” Molly replied. All I can say is she’s had it coming for a long time!”
“Molly!” Sonia exclaimed, her face beet red.
“Well, you DO deserve it,” Molli retorted. “You have a great husband now, but you sure don’t appreciate him, and the way you talk to him sometimes isn’t very nice! So, please just go right on ahead; don’t mind us.” She grinned.
“Oh, no!” said Sonia! “You two young ladies just march right on back out the door!”
“No, they’re staying!” Hope interjected. In fact, I called and invited them! I think they need to see what happens to women who don’t treat their husbands right.” With that, Hope walked over, took Sonia by the hand and helped her to her feet. Then she sat down on an ottoman and pulled Sonia face down over her lap. Sonia’s pink bottom was once again on display for all of us to see. Hope began to spank her again, alternately slapping each cheek slowly and firmly. The girls moved closer, where they could watch the spanking from close quarters. Molly’s friend, Bridgette, who hadn’t uttered a word as yet, watched with especially rapt attention as Sonia’s bottom was spanked again and again.
I had put a throw pillow over my privates as soon as the girls walked in and Sonia released me from her mouth. Now Molly looked at me and grinned, “You weren’t quite quick enough; I’ve been wanting to see that thing ever since you and Mom got together. God, she wasn’t exaggerating a bit when she told me how big it is!”
“Well, it really is none of your business,” I replied. “Maybe you need a bit of what your mom is getting right now, to teach you some manners.”
Hope glanced over at me with a smile on her face. “I’d be happy to take care of Molly, if you’d like to take over for me for a while.” she offered.
I nodded my assent, and Hope quickly transferred Sonia to my lap. I started again where Hope left off, slapping Sonia’s gorgeous bottom vigorously. This elicited an occasional squeal from time to time and a few tears, but I was not exerting a tremendous amount of force. In fact, between spanks I rubbed her cheeks and slipped my hand between her legs to rub her pussy, which was still dripping with moisture.
In the meantime, Bridgette had switched position again, so she could see exactly what I was doing to Sonia’s bottom. Finally she leaned over and whispered in my ear asking if she could rub Sonia’s bottom. I smiled at her and nodded, and she began to rub Sonia’s bottom gently between each smack I landed on it. I don’t believe I have ever seen anyone focus with such intensity as Bridgette did. She seemed totally oblivious to everything else in the room except Sonia’s body. As she continued to touch Sonia and I continued to spank, Bridgette’s ministrations became more and more intimate. She reached around and fondled Sonia’s small breasts and her fingers played, longer and longer each time, tickling Sonia’s pussy and anus. By now, Sonia was moaning and writhing on my lap as the spanking and the fondling continued. Eventually, Bridgette’s fingers moved slowly, but relentlessly, in and out of Sonia’s wet pussy and her other hand rubbed circles on Sonia’s clit as I continued to spank her bottom with a slow, steady pace. Suddenly, Sonia groaned mightily as she came on Bridgette’s hand.
While Bridgette and I worked on Sonia, Hope had made Molly remove every stitch of her clothing and get down on all fours on the living room floor. She was spanking Molly’s bottom in time with the spanking I was giving her mother. As Hope turned Molly’s bottom cheeks pink, I could see the smile on Molly’s lips and the passion in her face. She was being spanked as she watched her mother get spanked, and she was enjoying it immensely. Hope paused between spanks, as I did, and licked Molly’s pussy and bottom as Bridgette played with Sonia.
Just seconds after Sonia spent, Molly had a very loud, very intense orgasm of her own.
Hope stopped spanking Molly’s bottom for a moment and answered the door. In walked Robin, another one of the girls from the afternoon’s gym session.
“Well, I figured it was the more the merrier,” Hope grinned at me.
“Absolutely!” was the best response I could muster. This was an absolute dream come true.
Robin was already taking her clothes off, and Hope walked back to Molly, who had maintained her doggie-style position on the floor.
“I have an idea,” Hope said brightly. Let’s have a little show here! Molly, you turn around so we can all see your pretty bottom, and Sonia, you get right here next to her so we can see yours. These have to be two of the sweetest tushies in California right here!”
As Sonia and Molly rearranged themselves on the floor, Robin came over, plopped herself on the couch next to me and snuggled up. She was very affectionate and always gave me a hug whenever she saw me and she always looked terrific in her leotards, but this was truly phenomenal: she was completely naked and pressed tightly against my side. On the other side, Bridgette was sitting, with one hand down the front of her pants and the other playing under her blouse.
Oh, my God, she murmured, would you look at that!” I was only too happy to look. My wife and her daughter were now kneeling side by side, their elbows on the floor and their butts facing those of us on the couch, and let me tell you, there was absolutely nothing left to the imagination. Hope had arranged them so that everything was on display.
Sonia’s pussy had been shaved earlier that day at the aerobic studio. Her pussy was wet from her earlier orgasms and the smooth white lips were puffy and slightly parted, revealing the pink and beige inner lips. Her anus was also visible, a puckered brown little hole that, I knew from experience, had the ability to stretch considerably. Her buttocks were smooth and taut and muscular, not a dimple or a wrinkle, and bright pink from the spankings she had been receiving.
Right next to her, Molly’s privates were similarly displayed. Molly had naturally auburn hair. She had shaved her pussy, leaving just a small thatch of auburn above it. Her pussy was light pink, and somewhat smaller than her mother’s. Molly had obviously enjoyed her spanking and Hope’s sucking and licking; a bead of clear fluid trickled from her pussy and ran down the lips toward her pink clit. She reached back between her legs and spread the moisture around the little pink bump. Hope smacked her bottom and told her to wait. Molly’s bottom hole was a gorgeous, bright pink color, a meaty little rosebud. Her bottom was not as muscular as
Sonia’s, but was full and round, without an ounce of excess fat. It was also quite pink from Hope’s spanking it. As we watched, Hope moved from one to the other and spread their pussy lips apart so we could see up inside and then spread their bottom cheeks open, which had the effect of opening both holes wider at once.
“Do you guys have a ruler around here?” Hope asked. “I think we need to get a little more color in these cheeks!”
I replied that there was one on Sonia’s desk in the corner of the living room. Hope went over, picked up the one-foot wooden ruler and returned to the two women kneeling in front of us. She started spanking each of the four cheeks, lightly at first, one smack to each buttock, and then back to the first to repeat the sequence. Smack, smack, smack, smack went the ruler. As she continued to spank their upturned bottoms, Hope increased the intensity of the strokes and then the frequency, going from one smack to two and then to three. This elicited squeals from mother and daughter as the blows landed and then they began to sniffle and cry, Sonia first and then Molly. Their buttocks progressed from a light pink color to bright pink and finally to bright red. As the women began to cry, Hope stopped spanking their bottoms and moved from one to the other, spanking their exposed, wet pussies with her hand. She didn’t spank hard, just light little spanks, repeated at a quick cadence. These brought impassioned moans from the two.
Bridgette, in the meantime, had slid her jeans down past her knees, and I could see her hand moving rapidly under her panties as she patted her own pussy, mimicking Hope’s technique. Her eyes were wide open, taking in the scene of her friend and her friend’s mother getting their pussy spankings. Suddenly, her body stiffened and she moaned as she came.
On my other side, Robin had stretched out so she could fondle herself as she watched. I was caressing her breasts and tweaking her pink nipples as she rubbed her pussy. “Oh, God, I am so wet and so excited!” she exclaimed.
Hope stopped spanking Molly’s puss and left the room for a moment. She returned with a small bottle of oil from our bedroom and began to spread it on Sonia and Molly’s assholes. As we watched intently, Hope pressed her index fingers into the two exposed anuses and began to move her fingers in and out. She dipped her fingers into the women’s bottoms four or five times and then pulled them out to smack their cheeks several times each. Then her fingers were re-inserted and the asshole fucking commenced again. This seemed to especially excite Molly, who once again reached back between her legs to play with her pussy as Hope spanked her and probed her anus.
After an intense orgasm of her own, Robin had started playing with my cock. She was such a tease. She would manipulate it gently and then stop so I wouldn’t get excited enough to come. Bridgette, her hand still in her pants, was breathing heavily as she alternately watched Hope doing the women and Robin’s hand fondling my hard penis.
After a while, Robin said, “Hey! How come Bridgette still has her clothes on? Come on, girl, you’re the only one who isn’t naked around here!”
“N-n-no, it’s OK, Bridgette stammered nervously. I’ll just keep them on.”
“Like hell!” said Robin. You can take them off or I’ll do it for you.”
“Why don’t you do it then,” Bridgette replied, her face bright red.
Robin let go of my cock (just in time once again) and pulled Bridgette to her feet. Off came the shoes, pants, blouse, bra and panties, leaving Bridgette as nude as the rest of us. There was a collective gasp from all of us. Hope stopped what she was doing, and Sonia and Molly both turned around to look. Standing before us was one of the most beautiful bodies we had ever seen. Bridgette had always taken care to dress to hide her beauty, and none of us, except Molly, had a clue as to what was hidden under the somewhat frumpy clothes. Bridgette was tall, statuesque, with large breasts, brownish nipples with reddish tips and the most luscious ass you’ve ever seen. She was not cut and muscular like the others, but just gorgeous all the same.
“Hey, Molly, you ever get to mess with that?” Hope queried.
“Sure, we’re roommates!” Molly exclaimed.
“Well,” Hope replied, “I think you two should show us what happens after the lights go out in the dorm!”
Molly glanced at Bridgette, the question unspoken, but obvious. Bridgette’s face was once again bright red as she murmured, “I will if you will, Molly.”
And suddenly, there was a knock on the door. What now? (Another chapter?)

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