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Josh and Davis Part 1

Being gay in a small town has always been a difficult burden to bear. Although I know I’m not completely alone, most of the time it feels as if I am. Little did I know, that all that was about to change.
My name is Josh, and if you haven’t already figured it out, I’m gay. Growing up in a small town has been a pain in the ass. I never thought that I’d ever find anyone like me that I could just be myself around, that was until I met Davis. Up until the 11th grade, no one knew I was gay; I kept it to myself and acted completely straight. As a senior I told a few friends, and in a small town, a few friends turned into the whole world. Although I was gay, I still continued to go to church and hang out with my friends. This is where I met Davis. Now Davis comes from a very rich, very well thought of family. We have always been friends, and I think it hit him the hardest to find out that I was gay.
Having grown up with so many guy friends, you can understand that it’s not easy to hide the fact that you like one of them. Going to church and hanging out with all of my friends in the youth group, I soon learned that I was going to be treated a little differently. Well our story starts at the last gathering of our youth group for the summer, and in celebration of my graduation from high school. The party was going to be held at Davis’s house, partly because it was huge and they had a nice pool. We all met there around 5 in the afternoon and we just sort of sat around and chilled for a long time.
Davis knows that I’m gay, but he’s never acted any different around me. Although he did move schools because of his family, we still stayed pretty close friends. Anyway, during the cookout, we were all down stairs playing pool, and I caught myself staring at him several times, and I knew that if I noticed it that much, he had to have noticed it. As it turns out he definitely noticed. When it came time for us to head outside and eat, he called out really loudly that he was challenging me to another game of pool. As everyone walked outside to eat, he motioned me to follow and we headed into the back room. When we got back to his room, he closed the door and turned to face me. After what seemed like forever he finally spoke, and when he did what he said really surprised me. “Why do you keep looking at me?” That was the question that he asked that hit me and stopped me dead.
Not knowing what to do, I sort of mumbled to myself and looked at my feet. He repeated the question again, this time more forceful that before. The only thing I could think of was the truth, so I managed to tell him it was because I thought he was cute. Actually, cute was an understatement. Davis was around 5’7” with beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. Anyway, I told him just how beautiful I thought he was and how I wished that he was gay. I stood there terrified as he just looked at me. After what seemed like forever, he managed to tell me that he was sorry I felt that way but he wasn’t gay. Feeling crushed I walked towards the door, but I stopped and turned to face him.
“How can you be sure, unless you’ve been with another guy?” Those were the words that managed to escape from my mouth. Davis looked as though he’d been shot. He started to mutter that he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to find out.
I really couldn’t take no for an answer at this point, but Davis looked in no mood to do what I had in mind. So, I took the only course of action I could think of. I turned, locked the door, and turned to face what lay in store. At this point, Davis had a scared look in his eye, and I can understand why. Here I am, two years older and about 3 inches taller, he had every right to feel intimidated.
I started to walk towards him, and he took a step back only to fall onto his bed. Knowing that the bed was exactly where I wanted him, I crawled in with him and prepared for the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever done. As I crawled up to him, so that my face was even with his, I felt his breathing start to increase rapidly. I reached out and rubbed his chest as I inched closer to his face. Without delay or fear of consequence, I touched my lips to his and kissed him like I could never kiss another. After a few seconds, his body relaxed and he began to kiss me back. Still nervous, and not knowing how far I could go, I decided to probe a little further. I had Davis laying on his back, and from the place I was sitting, it was easy to see that his dick was raging hard underneath his swimming trunks. I wanted nothing more than to taste his luscious dick, and feel his body below mine. My next moves were critical, so I did the only logical thing I could do. I reached out and began to massage his dick through his trunks. At this point Davis sat up and began to protest, saying it wasn’t right and he couldn’t do it, but I had come to far to stop now.
Without stopping to think, or caring what would happen, I reached out and started to untie his trunks. He tried to stop me, but I told him how much I wanted it, and that he would enjoy it more if he’d calm down. After moments of struggling he finally laid back, knowing he was defeated. After untying the trunks, I slid them slowly down his legs exposing a perfectly shaped 6” dick. I slowly ran my fingers across his legs, savoring the sight that lay before me. As gently as I could, I reached out with my trembling hand and took his perfect treasure into my palm. As I slowly massaged him, he moaned either a moan of pleasure or one of disgust. No matter what kind of moan it was, I was in heaven.
It seemed like forever, until I knew I was ready to move on to something I had wanted for a long time. As I held his dick by the base, I took what amount of his length that I could into my mouth. Words can’t describe the feelings I felt as his warm meat danced across the tips of my tongue. I licked up and down his hard shaft, flicking my tongue across the top of his dick. Bits of his juices leaked from the tip of his dick, and the taste was almost too much to handle. Davis sat silent through much of this experience, although he did release the occasional moan of ecstasy. I would bob my head and take as much as I could until it would hit the back of my throat and I’d release a little and continue to suck and lick. As I was sucking Davis’s dick, I let my hands wander down to his balls. As I licked away playfully, my hands were very gently massaging and fondling. After what seemed like a few brief moments to me, Davis started to moan uncontrollably and before he could get the words out of his mouth, he unleashed a savage load into my mouth, down my throat.
Davis and I laid on his bed both feeling very accomplished until there was a knock at the door and his moms voice coming from the other side telling us that we needed to come eat before the party was over. I quickly helped Davis slide his trunks on, all the time asking him if his feelings had changed. He turned around, looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m not sure, you may need to spend the night tonight, I think its my turn to try that”, and he walked away with a sly smirk on his face, and I followed shortly after with a raging hard on and a yearning to know what the night time would bring.
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(we shouldn’t be doing this.)

(we shouldn’t be doing this.)
….I had a cool girlfriend. Her mom let us do what we wanted in her room. We didn’t have to sneak around or fuck in secret. I was older than my girlfriend and her mom and I were close to the same age. She seemed to understand and told us both, what we did in Darnell’s bedroom was our private affair. She liked me and I liked her.
….Darnell was a younger version of her mom. Both had great bodies and nice full tits. Dana, her mom, was a school teacher for 9th grade (14 yr olds). We began to talk a lot when Darnell wasn’t around.
….Week after week we talked. She began to slowly talk about how the boys stared at her tits and legs. She was a single mom with no boyfriend and these boys were arousing her at school. She was always able to handle them and keep them in line…but it was very hard at times.
…The more she talked about how aroused she got by the end of the week, the more I wanted to fuck her, and solve her problem. We got really tense around each other as she and I looked in each others eyes.
…I put my hand on her shoulder. She was not use to being touched as students would get kicked out for touching a teacher. She immediately put her hand on mine and gasp…She whispered: (“we shouldn’t be doing this..”). She quick moved away and took a big breath….
…. I started wearing long shirts or left my shirts out to hide my boners I was getting around her.
… As a typical teacher she said: “We have to have a talk“. She said to come over after she left school and we would go in her den and talk about how to safely handle what was going on with us. All very prim, proper and logical.
….To me, she was just a hot woman I wanted to fuck. Darnell was spending that night at her girlfriends house. I got off work and went to Dana’s house. She let me in and led me to the den. She had on her school teacher clothes all straight laced and proper. She sat in a chair and had me sit on the couch.
…She nervously started in: “A-hum…a…now Michael…(clears throat)…a…we need to talk about…a…Michael?” I was staring right between her beautiful legs. She shifted , but I kept right on staring at those hot legs and up her dress….”Michael…we have to keep control of our emotions in a situation like this. We’ve grown very fond of each other and….Michael?” Now I was staring right at her nice full tits. “Michael, I need your full attention so we can….Michael, stop looking at my chest please, and listen to me.” She was fanning her self with a book by now. I looked at her beautiful blue eyes and smiled.
….She thought she was talking to a student and doing the right thing. With that body of hers, all I could think about was seeing her naked..
….I started acting like a naughty boy. I told her I had some naughty thoughts about her and I felt bad. I put my head down and looked sad. I expected her to say: “… Don’t give the that shit Mike, you horny bastard! You just want to get in my pants and fuck me…right?”…but no…. she had to come sit by me and put her arm around me and say: “Don’t feel bad Michael, guys get those feeling and It’s quite normal.”
…I thought…. Is she really this naive? Maybe I can work up a tear and get her panties off to ’dry’ my tears with them? I couldn’t hold it anymore and chuckled like the devil I was….
…and then she let loose on me.
…. “Why you little shit! I ought to take you down on this couch right now and teach you a lesson! I started to laugh big. She started laughing too. “Mike, I’m warning you I’m hot for you so you better get use to it. Now give me a damn kiss.” She lunged at me and with one quick motion kissed me and put me on my back with her on top of me. “Toying with the teachers emotions will cost you.” She never gave me a chance to answer as another hot kiss got planted on me, only this time with a hot tongue trying to wrestle mine.
Dana thought….
….( I guess I shouldn’t be doing this,…but, I’m through fucking around. I have to put up with boys trying to look up my dress all day , and then come home and have to listen to Darnell and him moan and fuck. Darnell baby, mom’s going to fuck your boyfriend but good and right now. I don’t care if I rip his T-shirt or not. I’m getting him naked….come on Mike… start getting me naked. Mama is hot and horny and your gonna make me happy right now….. that’s a good boy, now unhook my bra and fest your eyes on these baby’s. Suck’um Mike while you get my dress up and my panties off. Your mine now and I’m on top…. Oooooo what a nice cock you have to put in me…but first I have to taste it….)
Mike….
…Dana had become a little wildcat on top of me. Pushing my arms and legs where she wanted them. If this was male rape…I was loving it. Damn she has nice delicious tits…I loved her all hot like this, a side of her I’d never seen before….easy Dana with those beautiful finger nails, that’s my cock your sucking and jacking on….
…She said: ”You’ve been teasing my pussy for months now Mike, and you knew it. Why did you torture me… you shit!”
….I said: “Dana, what do you think I’ve been going thru. You are Darnell’s mom and untouchable. All I could do was wish I could fuck you all night.”
…She guided my cock in her warm wet pussy. She was shaking and moaning slightly. I felt 10 finger nails in my back as she started in fucking me in long deep strokes on top of me. I felt her legs lock around mine. Her tongue was going crazy in my mouth as she breathed hard. She was rough and I liked it.
She moan talked.
“Do you…know….how …long I’ve wanted this….day…Mike….oh yes baby…Oh yes….make mom happy…Oh god….”
…She started speeding up faster and then faster. She broke with the kissing to get more air. “Oh god Mike….” she moaned. Then she really started fucking fast. She became like an out of control jack hammer, banging her pussy down on me…I felt her take a breath and hold it…then lock up and shake. I heard the most awesome long moan come out of her….
…I shot in her as I felt like an explosion went off in my cock. She started squirming and moaning and buried my cock deep in her. My cock was on automatic cum and flooded her pussy. She growled and dug her pussy on my cock. I felt her sweet ass as it moved up and down on my cock. She just laid there and shook for a long time….
….We eventually moved to her bed. All night long we made up for all the times we wished we could fuck and play.
….By morning I thought…oh shit, Darnell will be coming home this morning some time. I said to Dana:” Can you call Darnell and see what time she’ll be coming home?” She slowly un wrapped her self from around me and smiled. “I sure can”. She reach down and got her cell phone.
….” Darnell, It’s me baby, well, I got him!”
I froze….
“…You say you have 10 new boyfriends?….and they’re with you right now!…oh wonderful. See you when you get here.”…..
…They had tricked me, and was not…complaining.
… Darnell had felt sorry for her horny mom and set it up to share me with her. They weren’t sure if I would go for it.
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…That night I had Dana on one side of me and Darnell on the other, in Dana’s big bed. I felt both their tits and then they both played with my cock.
I said: “So you two planned this all out, behind my back?“
…They giggled as Dana turned out the light.
…The sounds the two naked beautiful, mother and daughter women made…. were awesome. The feeling of two tongues licking and sucking my cock was wonderful. Four tits to play with, two pussy’s to finger, and two hot bodies all over me. I loved hearing them pant and moan as I fucked them both,… over and over.….
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…I live there now, but I don’t get much rest..

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The Degradation of Janey – Part 1

Part 1
Janey Miller didn’t really know why boys and men did so many dirty things to her. It all began when her stepfather Martin walked in on the 15yr old girl fucking his 12yr old son, Corey. Enraged, Martin pulled his cock out and forced the naked, petite Janey to her hands and knees on the bed. She squealed as his big hands pulled on her blond braids, jerking her head back. Small titties with puffy pink nipples swung beneath her slender body. Martin let her hair go, her head falling abruptly to the mattress. Janey cried, her sobs muffled by the blankets. Martin gave her ass a sudden slap, taking the base of his thick shaft in hand after spitting into his palm. “Slut!” he shouted into her ear, making her jump.
It took her a few moments to assimilate the situation. Martin’s cockhead poked further down into her asscrack, centimeters from her puckered orifice. Suddenly Janey realized she was about to be raped by her stepfather! The man’s fat, 9″ prick was now seeking to penetrate the girl’s tender hole, to fill it with seed! But Janey thought her stepdad was going to fuck her womb, and braced herself for pussy penetration.
Instead, Martin abruptly thrust his purple mushroom cockhead into the girl’s anus, splitting it open it a single savage stroke. Janey lifted her head up and screamed until she was out of breath. An inch of her stepfather’s raging meat impaled her shitter. The walls of her rectum choked the tip of Martin’s dick. He gasped at the impressive constriction of the girl’s asshole. Without warning, he gave her asscheek another slap, making it turn pink with his handprint. Janey yelped and shrieked again. Martin held her asscheeks apart, plunging a couple more inches of his dick inside the teen’s bowels. He fucked her up the ass for punishment, pulling her hair and squeezing her small tits and slapping her clit, making his son watch all the while.
Janey cried at the intense pain – it made the rape feel so acutely, agonizingly real. Martin kept thrusting despite the restrictions of his teen stepdaughter’s tight sphincter. He grunted, breaking out with sweat, forcing the entire length of his big dick inside the girl’s asshole until his dangling balls finally pressed against her flesh. She sobbed beneath him. Brad, his son, watched in shock. Though stunned, the boy still sported a 5″ boner. Martin groaned and grunted again, making bestial noises the entire time he stuffed Janey’s tight ass full of his cock. Suddenly Martin put an arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her on top of him as he lay on his back, his prick still stuck securely in her rectum. Janey wailed and tried to climb off him, but he pulled her back to his chest and held her there securely, her legs flailing.
“You don’t have to cooperate, you know,” Martin said in the girl’s ear. “It feels good when you struggle. Brad, come over here.”
The boy shuffled his feet, slowly dragging himself back over to the bed. Martin held Janey’s chest with one strong arm, and one of her legs up with the other, exposing the girl’s puffy pink pussy gash. Beneath Janey’s shiny pink pussy gash, Brad could see the base of his dad’s dick buried deep inside her asshole. It was an incredibly lewd, arousing sight. Janey looked up at him with big blue eyes, pleading for help.
“Brad, Brad, help…” she moaned.
“Put your cock in her pussy, Brad,” Martin suddenly commanded. He held Janey’s leg up, keeping her pussy open.
“What? Dad, what…” Brad stammered.
“Do it! Now! Before I beat your ass!” shouted Martin. “Fuck her! Now!”
Janey closed her eyes and cried. Then she felt Brad rubbing his cockhead on her bald pussy gash, timidly poking around at her entrance. He pushed his mushroom-tip into her tight gash, but with Martin’s big cock lodged in the girl’s ass, her pussyhole couldn’t take much meat. Brad got only the head of his dick inside the girl. He kept it there though, letting his dad do all the fucking from below. Martin thrust powerfully, forcing Janey’s ass to take his cock. His nuts were tightening, ejaculation now imminent. Janey screamed, clawing at Brad’s back. She felt like she was being split open, almost like she could pass out between this depraved sandwich of cock. Suddenly, in the midst of all of the pain, she felt her stepdad’s cock begin pulsating inside her rectum!
He growled in her ear as his cock throbbed and began depositing a massive load of cum deep in Janey’s bowels. She gasped, tears falling down her face. Brad pulled his cock out, his erection in hand. He watched the base of his father’s thick, veiny shaft pulsing, a copious load of semen now erupting inside his stepsister’s shithole. Martin kept his dick buried in Janie’s rectum until it milked every final droplet of cum from within his nuts. He then pulled his cock out just as savagely as he’d jammed it in. Janey screamed, feeling the walls of her ass tugging on the big cock as it exited her insides. Martin took her by the hair, forcing her back to her hands and knees. He pointed at Janey’s gaping asshole. Brad stared hypnotically at the shiny pink flesh and the deep, dark hole his father’s cock had just come from. His father’s cum was so far up in her ass that it couldn’t be seen.
“Put your prick in her ass, boy,” said Martin, still pointing with one hand and holding Janey by the hair with the other.
“Dad, I –”
“Do it! Now! Fuck her ass! Fuck her fucking asshole til you cum in it, hear me?!” shouted Martin.
Brad swallowed hard and pressed his groin against his stepsister’s ass. He directed his cockhead into Janey’s gaping asshole, feeling the hot walls of her ass swallowing him up in an instant. The boy shivered, the entire length of his dick now immersed in Janey’s tight asshole. Her orifice was now lubricated by Martin’s cum, this second dick less painful for Janey. She still felt degraded nonetheless. Brad gripped her slender hips until his knuckles were white, stuffing as much of his prick into her as possible. He bucked at her wildly, building up a frantic pace. Janey sniffled and groaned into the sheets.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the boy went still over her back, gasping into her ear.
She could feel her stepbrother’s prick pulse inside her shithole, and knew he was also flooding her guts with cum. Janey shivered, feeling so disgusting, so used. Martin laughed sardonically. Brad shuddered, the last spurts of sperm now shooting from his cock. Janey lay there crying, her head buried in the mattress, ass in the air with a clear view into her gaping rectum. Martin walked out of the room. She thought her cruel punishment was over, but Martin was back in her bedroom momentarily. This time, he had with him the family dog, a big Golden Retriever named Boomer. Janey looked over her shoulder, eyes widening. Brad also stared, his jaw hanging open.
Martin pushed her face-first into the bed, keeping her ass up in the air. He held his hand to her back, pinning her down. Janey kicked and struggled until she felt Martin call the dog up on her back. The animal clumsily obliged — he was always trying to hump people, now they were finally allowing it! Boomer’s claws scratched up her sides, his forepaws hugging her waist tightly. Janey gasped, trying to pry the the dog’s paws off her in a panic. Martin laughed. Instinct took over; the large dog was haunching manically at her ass in seconds. A hard pink prickhead began emerging from the animal’s sheath, stabbing into Janey’s flesh. Martin made Brad get out his cellphone and take video of the degrading scene.
Boomer panted noisily in Janey’s ear. She was putting up a valiant struggle, managing to pull herself off the bed and onto the floor with the dog attached to her. But the dog remained locked to her waist, thrusting his prick manically at her ass, its cockhead poking into her asscrack now. Janey screamed for help. Her cries went unheard. Martin watched the family dog humping his teen stepdaughter’s backside and laughed. He could see the pink prickhead stabbing lower, inches from her asshole. Then the dog lurched forward, its thrusts suddenly quickening to a jackhammer pace. Janey squealed. Martin knew the dog’s cock had found its intended target. Surely its prick was growing inside Janey’s stretched out asshole and would keep growing until she was inundated with dog cum!
Indeed the big Golden Retriever’s cock was growing in length almost instantaneously once it felt Janey’s moist human asshole. Janey shrieked, clawing at the carpet. Boomer’s powerful thrusts were pushing her painfully around the floor. Brad aimed the camera lens at the rutting dog draped over his stepsister, his own cock standing hard at the scene. They began to hear the squelching sounds of the dog’s cock penetrating Janey’s sperm-filled asshole. The big Golden Retriever had a tapered 8″ cock with a big, fat knot growing at the base. Janey didn’t realize the beast was sealing its meat up in her rectum. The fiery red prick emanated constant jets of semen inside the bitch’s shithole during the penetration, adding to the previous cum deposits. Boomer’s prick unloaded far more sperm than a human male ever could, now flooding Janey’s guts. She was overstuffed with dog cock and semen, though not a single droplet of cum had leaked out of her yet. Janey felt it sloshing around in her guts!
The dog’s dick had grown to obscene lengths inside her — now the knot was filling her asshole to the brim! Boomer kept humping her with an impressive jackhammer pace, pushing her clear across the bedroom. The sound of the dog cock penetrating her sperm-filled hole practically drowned out Janey’s quiet moans. Martin and Brad stood there watching, jacking their own dicks, entranced by the depraved sight. Janey felt like her asshole was torn apart; she figured it was so stretched that it would gape open forever.
Finally, the dog went still atop her back. Boomer’s weight pinned her down helplessly to the ground. Janey cried. Then she felt even more jets of hot dog cum spurt into her inundated asshole, her guts flooded with cream. Her jaw fell open. Never in her life had she felt so full — she thought she’d explode from the pressure! The dog knot sealing it all up inside her. Janey put her hand on her belly, her abdomen feeling so full! She swore she could feel the cum filling up beyond her intestines and into her stomach.
Boomer let out a whimper, his cock releasing its final blasts of cum into Janey’s bowels. Martin held the dog’s tail aside so Brad could zoom in on Janey’s plugged up arse. Janey was knotted up good! She winced from the pain. Boomer panted contentedly in her ear. Janey sobbed and shouted for somebody to help her. The big Golden Retriever remained tied to her asshole, forepaws still hugging her tightly. Her waist burned from the claw scratches. Martin walked over to her face and pumped his dick, looking down on his knotted stepdaughter and the lolling dog. Janey looked up at him tearfully. Then her vision was blinded with ropes of Martin’s cum shooting into her face. Martin grinned, shaking every droplet of sperm onto her forehead, eyes, and mouth. Janey cursed him, wiping the semen from her eyes.
“Slut. I just want you to know that now you are nothing but a slut,” he said, patting her on the head.
The first drops of dog cum were now seeping from Janey’s knotted asshole down to the carpet below. Martin stuffed his cock back into his pants and took Brad by the arm, escorting the boy out of the room and shutting the door. Janey was still sobbing and stuck to the family dog, its big cock and knot staying inside her for nearly an hour. Martin was pleased with his creative punishment, but he knew it wasn’t over yet — he was looking forward to fucking her pussy next!
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Diary of Billy Bob Chapter 8 (Our Daughter)

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 8 (Our Daughter)
The last few months of her pregnancy, Leah looked like she had swallowed a melon that continued to grow till it was huge. We kidded a lot about her melon, so when our daughter was born we just had to call her Melony. We still lived in the one-room home out in the country and didn’t have money to buy a crib, so Melony grew up sleeping in bed with us. While she was a tiny baby we had to be careful to not bounce the bed so much as to throw her off. As she grew she became accustomed to our Sunday afternoon frolic. Sometimes she would be an interested spectator, at other times she was bored and would play with her dolly on the floor.
By the time she was seven Melony often crawled into bed with us to be cuddled and kissed as we relaxed and came down from our love-making. This was a sharing time that we all enjoyed. When she was eight she would sometimes get into bed during our foreplay and pretend to nurse on one of Leah’s tits while I was kissing the other one. Leah seemed to really enjoy that. Several times she removed Melony’s clothes so she could have her lay on her stomach and play with Leah’s breasts while I had my head buried in her snatch. When I brought Leah to a climax with my tongue massaging her clit, her hips gyrated wildly and Melony would laugh and hold on to keep from falling off.
When Melony turned ten, Leah decided that it was time for her to learn to enjoy sex. She initiated her into the joy of 69. Melony had taken a spurt in growth so that while Leah was licking her cunt, Melony could actually get her mouth and tongue down to Leah’s clit too. Leah did this as sort of a birthday surprise. Melony did seem to enjoy it, but the following Sunday didn’t participate in the afternoon at all. It tuned out that she had talked to one of her friends at school about it, pretending that it was something that she had read in a men’s magazine, and the friend didn’t believe that things like that were really done. She said that it was dirty and that no girl would ever do anything like that. I’m not sure what else was said, but from then on Melony started taking more of an interest in me and in how Leah pleased me. For a number of months she observed closely but made no move to do any more than just watch. She did still occasionally cuddle up to both of us after our love-making and hug and kiss us.
One Sunday afternoon I had undressed and gotten into bed and was waiting for Leah to come to bed too, but she was busy mending a little rip in her Sunday dress. Melony got up on the bed too and asked me if I was waiting for Mommie to give me pleasure. I said yes, but that was alright because she had work to do. Then Melony asked if she could take mommies place and make me happy. She said that she knew how to do it and wanted to show me. I was somewhat taken aback by this and tried to avoid answering her by saying that I didn’t really mind waiting for Leah. Then Leah spoke up and said that it was going to take quite a bit longer to finish repairing her dress and she thought it would be nice of Melony to please Daddy.
With that encouragement, Melony quickly took off her Sunday clothes, laid down next to me, and gave me a big hug. She then moved up so that her head was over mine and started kissing me, but this was no childish kiss. She very expertly kissed around on my lips, sucking slightly on the lower lip, and then tentatively exploring my mouth with her tongue. She repeated this several times before locking her lips to mine and extending her tongue as far as she could and sliding it over and around on my tongue.
Now this was my daughter, so I was enjoying her attentions in a fatherly way and feeling a little amused at the same time. My little girl was growing up. She left her lips glued to mine for a long time and then I felt her hand gliding down my stomach until she felt of my penis. It was, of course, completely flaccid. As soon as she felt that, she said “Daddy, you’re not cooperating” just as she had heard her mother say it before. With that she slid down between my legs and took my dick in her mouth. I started to push her off, saying that I’d wait for Leah to do that, when Leah broke in and said “Go ahead Melony and be really nice to your father.” It did not take any coaxing. My daughter was giving me head just as expertly as her mother does.
Against my better judgment, I laid there and let her have her fun, initially believing that I would not respond sexually to her attentions. However, it did not take very long before I started having an erection. As she let her mouth slide up and down on my now-erect prick, she was also using her tongue to lick and circle the end and even letting her teeth very gently scrape the underside as her head moved back and forth. As my prick became engorged and swelled to its full size, she increased her tempo and clamped her lips around my shaft very tightly as she continued to stroke its full length. She was even able to slide my dick into her throat and to swallow while it was there; oh what a glorious feeling that was.
I tried to push her head away as I felt that I was about to come, but Leah (who had come over and sat on the bed to watch us) restrained my hand and said that Melony needed to experience the full pleasure of giving head. With that I exploded and filled my daughter’s mouth with my sperm. She apparently swallowed all of it and continued to caress my organ with her mouth as I came down from my high. “Daddy, did you like that” she asked, and of course it was obvious that I had. Then she wanted to know was she as good as Mommie, and I had to admit that she was every bit as good, and that with her smaller mouth and throat, was somewhat more exciting.
This blew my mind. I could not believe that I had become so sexually aroused by my own daughter, and she still a child just ten years old. Not only had I been ‘aroused’ but had actually lain there and enjoyed it. I had to tell Melony that we couldn’t do that again, trying to tell her that I certainly still loved her (when she started to cry) but as my daughter rather than a grown woman. Leah was no help either. She tried to tell me that it was OK, that it was just another way of expressing our love for one another. It was then that I laid down the law that from then on Leah and I would have our sexual relations in private – no more Sunday afternoon pleasures. For the next several weeks I was busy putting up a wall and a door to make a bedroom. It was tiny, only six feet by nine feet, but it still took up half the width of the house and cut out the light from one of the windows, leaving the house partly dark in the mornings. Leah was so put out with me that she cut me off for a whole month, but finally initiated love making one night and then resumed our Sunday afternoon sessions too.
This was the way we worked things out for the next several years. However, when Melony turned thirteen she had a long talk with Leah and apparently gave her an ultimatum. Either she was again admitted to our love-making or she would accept some of the overtures from several of the high-school boys. She said that she needed to feel loved and really needed the sexual release of being loved physically.
Leah argued with me that we were pushing her out of the nest too soon and that if she let a lot of the boys screw her that she was going to be hurt terribly. There was no way that we could keep tabs on her every action, so could not prevent her becoming promiscuous if she chose to do so. I had to agree that that alternative was unacceptable, but drug my feet on having sex with her myself. I could go along with Melony being with us as we made love, and including her in the hugs and kisses to include her in our love. We talked then with Melony, and while she was unhappy with not being able to participate fully, she agreed to the new conditions. I was glad to tear down that wall; it had taken up so much of the house that we were really crowded in it.
The following Sunday after lunch we undressed and laid on the bed together. This was the first time that I’d seen Melony completely nude since she was ten, and was surprised at how much she had developed. She now had a heavy patch of hair between her legs and her breasts were nearly as fully developed as were Leah’s. I knew right then that my resolve to not include Melony in our love making was doomed to failure. After all, according to our ancient Scottish traditions, she needed instruction from a man on how to become a woman and it would be up to Uncle Abraham and I, as her only male blood relatives.

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Liz falls

I’d known Liz for several years. I’d done some renovation work for her and we became good friends as the projects moved along. Liz was a handy woman so she did many things on her own. When it came to sizable changes she would call on me.
She had called me two months back and I scheduled her in for the second week in August. It was basically a day’s work to do a few things around her home that she was not up to.
When I arrived at her door, Liz came outside to greet me; to my surprise she did not look well. AS I was to find out, she had had several minor seizures. The worst of it was over but she was not allowed to drive for six months. Liz had three weeks to go before she could drive again; she was going stir crazy.
NOW, Liz is either forty or forty one years of age. He husband, whose name I forget is a computer geek. She has two teenage children, a boy and a girl. Nice kids.
Liz keeps her hair artsy like. Short, straight and uncombed while at home. She is maybe five foot three, with wide hips for her height; and a nice ass for a middle aged woman. Other than her hands, arms and head I have never seen any part of her body.
She told me she could tell when they were coming on but she could do nothing to stop them. Liz informed me that she usually could get to the ground or floor before she lost consciousness. WE spent a good hour talking about this dilemma.
Finally I went to work. Liz helps out from time to time as she was very much into maintaining her home. Since she is not allowed out, she is enjoying the company as we work together. We had one problem and I asked her if she had the tool required or should I get my own tools. She was so thrilled she ran down the stairs to get her tool box. Her reaction was quite cute I thought at the time.
WE had eaten lunch together and the day was progressing well. I had just started adjusting a new cabinet she had had delivered and turned to talked with her as we had done all day long. Liz was on a chair cleaning a light fixture, I thought it dangerous, but then continued my spiel and turned to attend the cabinet. For some reason I turned back straight away to see Liz’ face change and notice her starting to lean, I moved quickly to catch her. She was leaning towards the back of the chair; I knew she would be hurt if she flipped over the back of the chair.
Liz had managed to get her right hand on the back of the chair. Liz’ eyes where open and staring blankly off into space. She had told me that is how her seizures act, and that she would recover in about half an hour, but to call the ambulance anyway, should she have a seizure while I was there.
Neither of us was concerned as she had been seizure free for over three months.
I blindly put my awl on the island as I rushed by it and got to her just as she was about to do a header; sliding to my knees to get beneath her. As she came down she knock my glasses flying and we crashed to the hardwood floor, of which she is so very proud.
I twisted to make sure Liz landed on top of me so as to not be hurt. I had both hands holding her ribs just under her boobs. My focus was on her head, making sure her head made no contact with anything, including my head. I used my right hand and arm to break our fall, and lessen the blow we both would suffer upon impact. In doing this my right arm became trapped under my body as we landed, and twisted, so it hurt initially. My left hand and arm were partially wrapped around her body, holding her waist mostly.
When my ass hit the floor I contracted my stomach muscles to keep my upper body from making contact with the floor. I did this because Liz’ head was above mine and I did not want her hitting her face on the floor.
Worrying about Liz, and feeling the numbness in my trapped arm, I paid little attention to those lovely ‘C’ cupped breasts which pillowed about my head. I lay there for a half minute or more trying to remove my arm from underneath me, but to no avail. I had moved my left hand to Liz’ back near her neck, holding her while I tried to move that right arm from under me.
I decided to hold her tight using my left hand to immobilize her head, and turn onto my left side to take the weight off my trapped arm. I was thinking about Liz’ head and my arm; but I now was very much aware of her breasts, did they feel good against my face.
Liz was wearing a white ‘T’ shirt, slightly dirty from work. Her bra had moved up her body slightly, and I could feel her breasts through her ‘T-shirt’. As I rolled to my left my arm came lose. Continuing to roll, gently resting Liz’ head on the floor, with my left arm under her, my hand under her head, and my face hovering near her breasts.
This latest action had Liz’ body sliding across mine body as we moved together, I had never hugged or kissed Liz, but her pubic bone felt fantastic as we rolled. Her thighs where warm and soft, I got an instant hard on as I felt Liz’ thighs and bone press against me. I hadn’t been this close to a woman in a long time.
Liz’ eyes were open, but I could tell she was not aware of her surround. I looked up toward her face as my face hovered above her breasts.
I pulled myself along her body until I was face to face with Liz. In doing so my hard rubbed against her, damn that felt good.
Liz’ right leg is between my legs with my cock pressing firmly against this thigh. My right leg is wedged between Liz’ legs, pressing firmly against her pubic bone, while at the same time feeling both of her soft, warm, thighs. My hips moved slightly in an autonomic fucking motion; I could not stop it, it felt so good to hold a woman.
With my cock already leaking; I looked at her face, seeing that same trance in her eyes, …,…,I couldn’t stop from moving against her…,…,I nearly came in my pants.
In few moments my conscience kicked in and I pulled away from Liz. Retrieving a towel from the kitchen I place it under her head. God my cock is hard.
Hovering over Liz, she starts to regain her senses and is fully aware in less than the one half hour she said she usually takes to recover from her seizures. Maybe fifteen minutes.
She lies there for several minutes and asks me to help her to a chair. We chat for perhaps ten minutes when Liz asks me to escort her to her bedroom; she says she is concerned about having a second seizure. Liz takes my arm and we head to her bedroom, Liz’ breast is pressing into my arm. My cock hardens; I feel embarrassed and try to hide it. Liz picks up on this right away.
I BLUSH!
“Has our mutual friend gotten hard Cal”? … Liz asks me.
I nod, and blush further. Liz squeezes my arm and smiles up at me.
‘Little bugger’, I think to myself.
“Cal, shut my bedroom door.”…. I shut her door without giving it a thought.
“Would you help me take off my shirt Cal, then you can see and feel what you’ve been looking at all day long.” Liz says, and gives me a very nice smile.
Fortunately the little head was doing the thinking and I move in on her quickly pulling her top over her head, along with her bra.
“WOW!”… “Those baby’s are something, Liz.”
She smiles at me. “Take your pants off, let’s get you ready.” My pants hit the floor in a hurray; like I said, the little head was ruling.
Liz was on her knees and sucking on me in a second. She controlled me with every touch, every lick, and my arousal soared and waned, soared and waned.
I felt I was going to cum more than once but she controlled my every move. Liz sucked my cock. Liz sucked and licked my cock. I’ve never had that much attention down there.
Without notice she stopped; “Help me up Cal?”
I helped Liz onto her bed after she had undone her pants. Liz ask me to take her pants off which I did. She was nervous about bending over.
She lay back inviting me to enter her. Liz was moist so slipping into her was easy. We started to move when she instructed me on how she liked it. I complied. From then on Liz was in charge. Many times I was ready to cum but she moved in ways that deadened that feeling. We fucked for over half an hour. I was getting exhausted. I think she could see this.
“Cal, cum in me…” It took several minutes before I emptied my sac into Liz’ body. God it felt good.
I grunted an groaned as I came. When we finished I was finished, totally exhausted. I lay with Liz for a few minutes.
“Did you cum Liz,” I asked.
“Yes, my orgasms are small these days Cal. It’s the medication.”
“Cal, if you are not busy, I’ll think I’ll have you back next week for another small project. We’ll get started earlier.”
I smilled.

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