My First Time Sex at the Farm
I was just past my eighteenth birthday; in fact it was just a couple of weeks before I visited Aunt Charlene on her farm. However, despite now being of legal age I appeared a good four years younger, maybe even
I was just past my eighteenth birthday; in fact it was just a couple of weeks before I visited Aunt Charlene on her farm. However, despite now being of legal age I appeared a good four years younger, maybe even
Pam helps Clint dominate her Asian, MILF mother.
Chapter Two As Erin’s rape continued, Tom said “Roger, Charlie is in need of a sweet young thing. Since Erica’s so willing to cooperate, I think we’ll get her ready for some sweet fucking. Roger, I want you to strip your daughter naked. Then bend her over the arm of the couch and lick her pussy until I tell you to stop. She needs to be nice and wet so Charlie can have a really good fuck. Do it NOW!” Kristi felt a shudder go through her at the wickedness of Tom’s order. They were making her father participate in degrading his family. She wondered what they would make him to do her when they finally got around to it. Her father reluctantly stood. Bill, who was fucking her mother’s mouth, said “Damn, this bitch gets the “Hoover Award.” She sure can suck! How’s her pussy, Bob?” “She’s pretty tight for an old broad. her old man either doesn’t fuck her much or else he’s got a little, tiny Dick!” They laughed. “Let’s switch for a bit, OK? Bill said.
“OK by me.” Bob said, pulling his big cock from the wetness of Erin’s pussy with a loud wet squish as her liquid dribbled out the red wet opening of her cunt. Erin was dazed and confused as Bill pulled from her. Almost reluctantly, she released his ass as she lay, gasping and trying to recover. She opened her mouth when she felt her head being held, and again her mouth was filled with male prick. She barely noticed that this cock was wet and tasted kind of salty. When she realized the two men had switched positions, she groaned in humiliation, knowing that she was tasting her own pussy juice. But her groan deepened as she felt Bill slamming his cock into her. She quickly fell back into rhythm as the two men began to slowly fuck her towards another orgasm as she writhed and squirmed on the table. Meanwhile, Kristi’s Daddy stood in front of her sister. Erica looked pleadingly at her father. “Oh daddy, please don’t do this to me!” she implored in fear. Almost angrily, her father said “What choice is there, Erica? Do you want us to all die? Do you want them to kill your mother?” A tear rolled down her cheek and she shook her head no. Roger’s voice softened as he said “Honey, we have to do what they say. The only thing I can tell you is to just relax and accept it. If you do what they say, they won’t hurt you.” And then Kristi watched her father’s hand move to her sisters nighty. He pulled the tie at the front, and lifted and pushed Erica’s nighty backwards, letting it fall off her shoulders and behind her to pool on the carpet. Her sister was naked except for the sheer panties that barely covered her pussy. Kristi couldn’t believe it when she saw a slight motion in her father’s boxer shorts. Could it be? Her father was staring at Erica’s breasts. Kristi knew Erica had nice boobs, the two girl’s having compared and teased one another. Erica had small pink nipples with light brown areoles. Again, Kristi saw movement in her father’s boxer shorts, and realized that he was getting an erection looking at her sister.
Kristi should be horrified, but seeing her Daddy’s prick beginning to swell made her own pussy tingle and begin to pound with heat, making her feel shame. She should be revolted and disgusted.but she wasn’t. Trying to remain in control, her father huskily said, “I-I have to take off your panties now, Erica.” He knelt at her feet, and in doing so, his erection became obvious. Kristi noticed that Erica also saw it, and her sister stood paralyzed as her eyes watched the twitching prick uncoiling in her fathers shorts. She sobbed and closed her eyes as Roger took her panties in his hands. He pulled her panties down off her hips. Kristi heard him gasp as her pussy mound was exposed. Erica was nakedly bald between her lips. Kristi knew what her father would find. The two girls had made a pact to shave between their legs last month. It made them feel sexy, and the girls at school had thought it was awesome when they’d parade themselves in the locker room. But now, Kristi was embarrassed for her sister and she was filled with dread as she realized that she would undoubtedly have the same experience of her sister.
Kristi looked at her father who was kneeling at Erica’s feet, his hands holding her panties which were dragged halfway down her thighs. He seemed paralyzed as his eyes were confronted with the naked, bald pussy of his eldest daughter. As she watched her father looking at her sister, Kristi felt an irrational thrill of lust. She knew that she was becoming wet. She should be ashamed, she knew. But the thought of her father looking at her naked sister was turning her on! As she considered the fact that her father would probably be forced to do the very same thing to her, Kristi trembled with a thrill of wickedness. Exposed to her Daddy’s eyes! More than that, the knowledge that her father was hard was making her weak with lust. Just then, the sounds from the pool table doubled. Bob, who was fucking her mother’s mouth began bellowing loudly, his head thrown back, his hands tightly gripping her mothers hair, his prick thrust down her throat. It was obvious that he was pouring hot cum inside Erin’s mouth. She was thrashing about, unable to breathe, trying desperately to swallow, but unable to break free. She could feel the splatters of his cum splashing down the walls of her throat as blackness began to envelope her. Before she passed out, however, Bob stepped back, pulling his prick from her mouth, and Kristi’s mother began choking and coughing, spittle and cum running out of her mouth as she sucked breath deep into her tortured lungs. “Hey Roger, your wife sure is a good Cocksucker. Damn, I must have shot a gallon of cum in her belly!” Bob gleefully shouted.
Bill continued pumping Erin as she wearily began moving with him. She had sobbed through two orgasms, and she was close to another when she had almost passed out from the raping of her mouth. But Bill gave her no respite. The man began to rapidly slam in and out of her cunt, drawing moans of pain and pleasure from Erin’s cum stained mouth. He was muttering “fuck it, bitch, fuck my prick, you cum hungry whore. Twist your ass, baby and fuck your sweet little pussy. Fuck it, YEAH.FUCK IT, FUCK IT YOU CUNT.FUCK MY PRICK.FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” He shouted as he slammed inside her and held himself still. Erin had begun another orgasm as she lewdly writhed beneath the man. She could feel his cum shooting up inside her and the pleasure of orgasm made her cry out with joy as her pussy greedily milked the man’s cock. Kristi became aware of moaning behind her. Turning she saw that her naked sister was bent over the arm of the couch. Her father was kneeling on the couch bend over doing something. And then the pretty teenager realized that HER FATHER WAS LICKING HER! Kristi’s pussy contracted as she watched her father’s face buried between Erica’s legs. His hands were holding her legs apart, his head bobbing up and down as his thick tongue penetrated Erica’s throbbing pussy lips, licking her pussy juice nosily. Kristi was surrounded by the most obscene sexual activity. Hearing noise behind her, she turned again and saw that the man named Charlie had stripped his clothes off. Tom was the only one still dressed. He stood with a pistol in his hand as Charlie watched Kristi’s father lewdly licking Erica. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as Charlie’s hand wrapped around his thick prick. He stood masturbating himself, his balls swinging under his stroking fist. Tom spoke. “Charlie, why don’t you take Erica to her parent’s room and fuck her brains out. When you get tired, find something and tie her to the bed. Make sure she can’t get away, and we’ll let the other boys have a crack at her cunt.” Nodding his head and smiling, Charlie advanced on Kristi’s dad and her lewdly moaning sister.
“OK Daddy, your time is up. The little cunt belongs to me now.” Charlie said as he took Roger by his shoulders and pulled him back, knocking him to the floor. Roger fell on his back. Kristi’s eye were drawn to the tented protrusion in his boxers. She gasped, for she could see one of his testicles hanging out of his shorts. Erica was dazed as Charlie pulled her to her feet. Slipping an arm around her, one of his huge ham-like hands moved possessively onto Erica’s rounded ass. Steering the stumbling beauty, he moved her to the doorway. “Come on, fuckstuff, lets go find out how you like having a real mans prick shoved up that sweet little pussy of yours.” And then they were gone.
Bill was sitting in a chair resting. Bob however, had once again pushed his prick into her mothers mouth. She was weakly sucking the man, her naked body wearily lying on the pool table, sperm leaking from her raw, red cunt, glistening on her thighs. “Bob, why don’t you take Mrs. Winters to the girls bedroom and try out her ass. Find some Vaseline or something and go slow. We don’t want her torn up for the rest of us. When you finish with her, tie her to the bed, too. We’ll figure out some kind of rotation later.” Tom said as he kicked off his shoes. Bob pulled his prick from Erin’s mouth. Grabbing her arm, he pulled the weary woman from the table. Grabbing her hand, he wrapped it around his prick. “Here you go, Mrs. Winters. You just keep hold of my cock, and lead me to your baby girl’s bedroom. When we get there, you can kneel on the bed and I’ll fuck you up your ass. Won’t that be nice.” Kristi saw the hopeless look on her mothers face. Her mother slowly left the room, her hand around the man’s cock as if she were leading him where SHE wanted to go instead of being the captive.
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Jim Horn survived the war for Southern Independence, and learned many hard lessons from the experience that helped when he accepted a job as a Texas Ranger.
Mike and Andrea explore their sexuality
Justin and Sam are chased by a horde of crazy girls led by his insane little sister!
This is a long awaited, for this site, part 3
Friday had finally arrived. I woke up with a raging hard on knowing what was in store for me. I woke up around 11pm thank full I called in sick so I didn’t have to go in. I took a quick shower and got dressed in some board shorts and shirt. I was more than ready for Rochelle surprise.
I drove up to her driveway and was amazed at her house. It was big, not quite a mansion but damn big. She didn’t come off as a rich type. The more I looked over the house the more my mind thought of fucking her in every room. My cock was already causing a tent in my shorts so before I got out of the car I had to adjust myself.
I rang the doorbell with my mind racing and my cock throbbing waiting and wanting to take her as soon as I saw her. She opened the door, smiled at me as she was wearing a silk rob that just went down to her thighs. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me in, closing the door behind me and shoving her tongue down in my mouth.
I held her close, feeling her large breast press against my body as my hands rubbed up and down her back. We kissed for a long time, our tongue playing against each other in our mouths as my hands reached down and squeezed her beautiful ass. She then pulled away and gave me that sly grin that tells me I’m in for a wild day.
“Hi big boy, ready to get wet?” she said as her hands rubbed against my chest then sliding down and grabbing my hand. I nodded, not able to speak from the excitement, as she led me out her back door to a porch where in the back corner a hot tub was bubbling.
I smiled, “you don’t lie girl do you?” I said as walked behind her. “I never lie to you baby,” she said as she moved in front of me and held me back at arms length.
“You better be ready, because this is only the beginning,” she said as she slowly undid her robe and let it fall to the floor revealing her naked body. I couldn’t believe the sight of her and was even more amazed as I glanced around that the whole neighborhood could see into her backyard. “Are you series?” I asked as my mouth hit the floor. She closed my mouth and took off my clothes. “Hell yeah, I want everyone to see us fuck. Give them a chance to see how it is done.” She said with a huge smile on her face.
As she pulled off my shorts, my throbbing cock flops out causing her to giggle. “Well guess I didn’t need to worry about you being ready,” she said as she grabbed my head and lead me into the hot tub. She slid into the water first and dipped her whole body under. She emerged with her body wet and throwing her hair behind her. I followed but before I could do the same she pushed me back and pinned me against the wall.
Her hand gripped my cock and slowly stroked it up and down as her lips kissed my chest. She smiled up at me as she flicked her tongue on my nipples. Her hand gripped tight on my cock as she stroked it up and down. I looked down at her and then glanced around hoping no one was watching. “Big Boy…you better not worry about that or I’ll kiss your ass out,” she said as bite my nipple. I moaned from the pain and looked down at her, “damn girl you really want everyone to know.” She giggled as she kissed my nipple, “hell yeah so you better moan loud when you fucking cum like me.” She slowly kissed down my stomach as I sat on the edge of the hot tub. Her tongue rolled up and down my shaft, getting it nice and wet, then slowly kissing the head as her hands massage my balls. Her mouth slowly opens and slides down my cock, just getting the head at first and then pushing it deeper inside. Her mouth sliding up and down my cock as her tongue presses underneath my shaft. I moan as I feel her lips tighten around my cock, feeling the pre-cum ooze out. She moans from the taste and licks it all up, lifting my cock up and moving her lips down to my balls. She takes one and sucks hard on it as her hand pumps my cock. My hands grip the edge of the tub tighter as the sensation runs through my body.
She lets it pop out of her mouth and then shoves my cock back down her mouth, taking as much as possible before pulling all the way off. I grab her hear and push her back down, pumping my cock against the back of her throat. Saliva drips from my cock and her mouth as I let her go, letting her catch her breath. She then sucks my cock deeper, pumping up and down against it, vibrating her tongue.
She then lifts up and sits down on the edge of the tub, her finger gesturing me to come closer. I lean in and kiss her lips as my hands massage her breast. Then I kiss down her neck and chest, lifting her tit into my mouth and sucking hard on her nipple. She moans, as I bite down on her nipple. I smile at her as I lift her legs up and kiss down her stomach. My tongue slowly inches out and rolls over her soft pussy lips.
My hands squeeze her thighs as my tongue spreads open her lips and glides against her clit. Her body presses against my tongue as I move up and down. Her pussy is dripping as I lick her clit, feeling it swell against my mouth, as I let my tongue move at a slow pace. “How fuck baby, that’s it. Don’t stop.” She moans as I move a little faster and my on of my hands reach up and squeeze her breast. I begin to vibrate my tongue, humming against her clit as my tongue move up and down. My other hand slides under my tongue as I slowly slide two fingers into her pussy.
My tongue and fingers begin to move at the same pace. I quicken my pace up, looking up at her as I see her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her moans grow louder and louder, screaming as I feel her pussy tightening. I pump faster and faster, my tongue pressing harder as her body clinches. “Oh fuck, oh shit I’m going to cum baby,” she creams as her head falls back. With a final loud scream, her pussy juices gush onto my face and cover my hand as she shakes from head to toe. “Mmm…my kind of wet,” I say smiling at her as I lick my lips. She smiles back as she grabs my hand and sucks the juices from them, cleaning my hand.
“Fuck me now, big boy. I am not done yet,” she said with a greedy look on her face as she turned around. I bend her over slightly and spank her ass hard. She moans as she looks back, seeing me spread her legs wide as I push my cock deep into her pussy. “Oh that’s it,” she says as her head falls forward. I moan from the tight feel of her pussy on my cock, smacking her ass again as I slowly pump my cock.
My hands wrapped on her waist as I push deeper with each thrust into her pussy, the bubbles tickling my balls as I move in and out her pussy. My hands slide up and push down on her shoulders, forcing my cock to go deeper. “Holy shit, never been so fucking deep before,” she screamed out as I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. I begin to pump faster, pushing her down as my cock pushes into her. Our moans beginning to become one as I pump harder and harder into her.
The head of my cock growing inside her as I pump faster, feeling her pussy walls squeeze it. My hand moves up and grabs her hair and pulls it back. Her screams grow louder and louder, my cock throbbing deep inside her as I fuck her. I moan louder, feeling my cock ready to explode. Suddenly she pushes off me, smiling at me as her finger waves no to me.
“Not yet big boy. I want your full load in my mouth but not yet,” she says as she slowly gets out of the tub. She grabs my hands as I get out of the tub. “Where to now my sex goddess,” I say with a grin on my face. She laughs as she pulls me close and kisses me. “Follow me, you mere mortal,” she says with a big grin on her face. She guides me over to a blanket on the other side of the porch and lays me down.
“My turn,” she says as she lies beside me and grabs a bottle on the side of the blanket. She kneels between my legs and covers her breast in it, letting it drip down to my cock. I look up at her, my cock throbbing of the feel of the warm liquid. “Don’t worry baby, just a little oil to help that cock out,” she said as she rubbed it deep into her body. I lay my head down and close my eyes as I feel the liquid cover my cock. She reaches down and rubs it deep into my shaft and balls. Then she leans down and sucks it deep, sliding up and down on my shaft with her mouth.
She then lifts up and straddles above my cock, rubbing the liquid between her legs. “You want to feel something really tight baby,” she said. I looked at her with concern as she slowly moved her hips over my cock. She leaned back and the next thing I know my cock is sliding into her tight asshole. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel her tight ass squeeze my shaft. “Oh Fuck, oh damn I never did this with a big cock baby,” she moaned. Only half my cock was in her but she begins to pump up and down on it, causing it to grow inside her again. “HOLY SHIT…,” she screams as she pumped my cock faster. Moving up and down as she rubbed her pussy. My hands clinched her feet as I felt her tight ass squeeze the life out of my cock.
The sensation sent shivers up and down my spine. I can feel my cock throbbing hard against her walls as she pumped up and down. She squirted more oil on my cock, making it slide it deeper. “OH FUCK…I’m CUMMING AGAIN,” she screamed. Her body shaking as another gush of juices flowed from her pussy. The sensation of her cumming causes my own cock ready to explode. I push off her and stand up as she kneels in front of me with her mouth open. “OH SHIT….,” I screamed as cum erupted from my cock and covered her tongue, face and breast. Her mouth seals up my cock as the final loads come out. Exhausted I fall to my knees, watching her lick the cum off her face and swallow all of it down.
“Oh my god, I have never cum so hard in my life,” I said gasping for air as I lay down. She lies down beside me and kisses me. We hold each other forever, kissing as the sun beats down on us. “Let’s go inside babe, hopefully we didn’t get a sunburn from all this outdoor fun,” I said with a smile on my face. She laughed as we both went back into the house. “You enjoy yourself JC,” she said as she walked into the kitchen. “Absolutely babe,” I said as I sat on the kitchen stool. She gives me a bottle water and kisses me again. “Well I need to talk to you,” she says. I drink down my water as I look at her. “What’s up?” I ask. “Well, we have been doing this back and forth thing and I want know if this is serious or just fun for you?” I look at her and smile; I pull her towards me and kiss her again. “I would love to make this serious. I have never been with a girl like you and no girl could compare to you.” She smiled and hugged me, “Good, cause I promise you that you will need no other girl when you are with me.”
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Batman guards the house with a new friend, Proposes made , and a Heath sees something that disturbs him
He decides to test her sexual limits in a ride she’ll never forget (this is only the beginning)
Some of this story is true, some just hasn’t happened . . . yet!
The last chapter of the story, but like they say there always another plot. Watch as Nick goes from happy to sad to numb then happy again
Little Sarah’s first time
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.
Brian’s physically fit, smart, and sexy 16 year old co-worker on the night shift asks him to help her practice kissing. He gives in to her desires and when it turns out she wants so much more, he graciously takes her oral, vaginal, and anal virginity.
My mother collected panties from her daughter and other women.
Steve has to fix a mistake when he edited his nubile student!
As Clint enjoys his sister’s tight ass, their little sister calls needing advice.
His eyes grew wide with surprise, his heart thumped, his chest froze, he couldn’t breathe for a few seconds as he searched her face for any hidden meaning, to sense if she was teasing him. He saw nothing but honesty looking back at him, “You want—uh,” a quick shudder rumbled through his balls, “I can fuck you?”
Pete has unwittingly joined a school that transforms young men into young girls. He has just been given his school uniform…………
I didn’t want to go to sleep, and I’m glad I didn’t, because now I get to see Uncle Mike!
a group of friends get carried away on their long journey
more feedback for any more chapters on my stories.
jason awoke to the sound of a distant police siren cutting through the night like a banshee’s shrill wail. He lay in the darkness of the tiny motel room for a few confused moments with his arm across his face, forgetting where he was, why he was there.
Memories returned and with them came the cold grip of fear. He quickly lunged over to turn on the lamp, assuring himself there was nothing else in the room. The dull light showed he was sprawled across the old, worn bed still in his underwear after a much needed shower. With a groan, he sat up and held his throbbing head in his hands. He had only meant to stay for a few hours when he had checked into the isolated, rundown motel earlier that afternoon.
The motel might have been modern and serviceable when it was built decades ago, but without the highway traffic to support it the place had fallen into disrepair. The bathroom and bed were clean if dilapidated and dingy, but jason hardly noticed.
He was exhausted, physically and mentally. He had been running for so long, interminably fleeing his every waking moment until he could barely remember his life before this nightmare had started.
There were still some recollections in of the past buried in his sleep-deprived mind if he made the effort to dig them out: a decent, sedentary job as a computer programmer, no worries greater than his rent and car payments, blissful ignorance of what existed out there in the shadows of the so-called real world.
His money was running low, his bank account almost gone and his credit cards nearly maxed out, but he had to pay to stay in motels even for the inadequate rest he stole during the day. He couldn’t afford to be taken in or detained by the police or highway patrol for even a few hours. Constant, headlong flight was his only chance.
He swung off the bed and staggered to the bathroom, his throat parched. In the stark, fluorescent light, Lindsay stared at himself in the dull mirror. Healed scratches were barely visible lines across the bare skin of his neck, torso and arms. He had lost weight, he couldn’t remember his last decent meal. He couldn’t remember how long he had been running, whether weeks or months had passed, but it had hardened him, mentally and physically, forcing him to find resilience and strength he had never known he possessed.
He splashed tepid water across his unshaven face and drank handfuls until his throat no longer felt sore. He had to leave at once. The day was his only chance for rest, he had to keep moving once it was night.
jason walked swiftly back out to the bedroom, but before he could grab his travel-stained duffle bag and tug on his wrinkled jeans and shirt, the locked and bolted door of the motel room swung open.
She stood there. jason had known who it was before the door opened, there was no one else it could be. A small, slender figure standing poised in the doorway in a baggy leather jacket and tight, black miniskirt, leather gloves on her hands and an expensive purse slung over her shoulder. Silvery-white hair, wild and unruly, was cut short in back and draped over in the front, hiding half her face. The silvery color of the tresses looked like a bad dye-job, though jason knew it wasn’t. Pale, smooth skin shown luminescent in the dim lamplight.
“Hi,” she said simply and walked inside. She wore a tight pink top under the jacket and her skirt clung to curving hips, below elegant legs were outlined in black fishnet stockings.
“You’re slowing down, jason. You didn’t get nearly as far today,” her voice was musical and entrancing with an accent that might have been Irish but was actually something far, far older.
knew she could see perfectly well even with her hair hanging in front of her face. He stood frozen in terror, unable to move or make a sound.
“Maybe you’re letting me catch up. Did you think about that?” she asked him, tossing aside the purse and shrugging off her jacket. Her firm breasts were clearly displayed by the meager half-top that left her sleek belly bare. Her skirt rode very low on her hips and jason knew the only thing she wore underneath was her stockinghose. “Maybe you’re finally getting tired of trying to get away. You can’t you know. No human male can escape a Mahdron Sidhe.”
Sidhe. jason hadn’t known what one was before he met her. Wouldn’t have known to pronounce it ‘she’. Wouldn’t have believed the ancient legends which told of sinister faerie lovers who delighted in tormenting the men they chose as partners.
“Stay away,” jason croaked, finally able to speak and move, edging toward his duffle bag. “Just stay back, Sifania.”
She ignored him, walked over to the bed and took a jumping seat on it, testing its springs with several bounces of her bottom. “I have some bread and biscuits, sorry cookies I mean, if you want to have something to eat first,” she offered him.
jason knew better than to eat any food offered by a faerie. At least all those computer role playing games had taught him something about myths. He never would have had the chance to run at all if he had consumed anything she ever prepared for him.
She was pulling off her gloves and kicking off her boots, tucking her stockinged legs underneath herself on the bed. Her hands small and slender but her fingers were inhumanly long and they had wickedly sharp claws on them. She turned her head up to him and her disorderly hair tilted to the side, from the nose down she could have been a beautiful, human woman, pert nose, perfect, heart-shaped lips and a slender chin.
Behind her hair and above the line of her nose, she was a monster, her eyes were feral, yellow pits of glowing malevolence, her brow curved forward and down where the bridge of her nose should have been, she had no eyebrows only only rows of small, sharp scaled ridges, it was a face reminiscent of a shark or some other sea creature even more ancient and vicious that had swam through primordial oceans.
“You better eat something, you’re going to need your strength,” she told him, and her mouth split into a voracious smile, her glinting white teeth were double rows of jagged fangs.
jason made a wild lunge for his duffle bad and dragged out an old, rusted crowbar. It had been hard finding one that wasn’t made from tempered steel. Gripping the crowbar in both hands, he brandished it at the slim, other-than-human woman sitting on the bed.
She looked at him calmly, her delicate nostrils flaring as she caught the scent.
“Pure cold iron. You are learning,” she admitted. “No more silly guns and useless bullets. But that’s not going to be enough to keep you from me.”
“I’m not letting you get close this time,” jason threatened.
“I won’t have to, jason You’ll come to me,” she said and rose up from the bed, turning her back to him and lifting her arms to pull her top off over her head.
jason’s hands began to shake as the Sidhe began to undress. There was a row of short spines that led from the back of her neck and down between the shoulder blades of her smooth, gracefully muscled back, a bare back that would have looked very enticing without the inhuman spines.
Then she turned around, her lips turned in small teasing smile and her arms crossed over her chest. She slowly dropped her hands and spread her arms apart and let him look at her without the slightest blush of embarrassment. He tried not to see the curves of her perky breasts or her translucent, flawless skin. He tried to remind himself what would happen if he let the crowbar drop and took her into his arms the way he was already longing to do.
“I told you. No human male can escape a Sidhe,” she said, undoing the button down the side of her skirt. It snapped free of her hips, leaving her in only her fishnet stockings and jasonknew he was lost. The crowbar fell from his hands to the floor as a horrible, unearthly desire filled him as he gazed at the enticing, snowy white thatch of hair between her thighs. Unable to stop himself, he strode forward and pulled her into a crushing embrace, burying his face into her silky hair.
She sighed with pleasure and wrapped her arms around him, giving a squeeze in return with her claws digging into the muscles of his back. She pulled them both back toward the waiting bed and jason felt himself respond to the soft luxury of her naked body.
“No. Don’t,” grunted jason. through gritted teeth, even as he arms kept her close, but she was already dragging him onto the bed with her, pulling him down on top of her. She was much smaller than him but there was inhuman strength in her limbs. She easily scrapped off his underwear with nimble hands as she leaned back on the bed, her lithe, stocking-clad legs sliding up and wrapping around him.
“Ah yes!!” Sifania gasped as she pulled at jason with her arms and legs and the hard, throbbing erection he had not even been aware he had possessed suddenly slid into her warm, eager body.
“No, God no,” jason groaned in answer, unable to stop himself from letting his weight sink completely onto her and driving himself all the way into her. Pleasure coursed through him as he arched above the feminine creature squirming under him, supernatural delight washing through his mind, trying to claw at his sanity and tear away his will.
He might have been able to pull away in that first moment, but her fingers dug painfully into his shoulders and her legs were tense and clamped around his hips, allowing no chance to win his way free.
There was only one other way to end the horrid, unearthly sensations that threatened to consume him. Desperately, he slid his hands under her smooth hips and took gripping handfuls of her bare, rounded bottom. He began to thrust with frantic haste, moving as fast and hard he could, the springs under their bodies complaining as the bedframe began to jump with his efforts.
He closed his eyes, trying to trick himself into believing it was an ordinary woman under him, her warmth and softness the result of human passion and desire, not unearthly lust and faerie appetites. He almost succeeded, the swiftly growing ecstasy filing him as he tried to bring himself to climax before she could realize what he was doing.
But then her small, supple body went taut under him and she pushed him back, her shocking, yellow eyes staring up at him from her frightening face with a malicious, knowing stare.
“I don’t think so,” she gave him a fanged smile that chilled him to the bone. She tightened herself around his manhood until he gave a gasp of pain.
He ignored the sudden, excruciating tightness and desperately drove harder at her, heaving himself within her embracing arms and legs, her fishnet stockings leaving red marks on his skin. Straining hard with his teeth gritted tight, he almost reached the edge of the release he sought but just as he was about to climax, she grabbed his head and dragged his face down into a deep kiss.
Her mouth was very, very sweet, but her tongue was disturbingly thin and long. It snaked far into his mouth while the fork at its tip painfully pulled and tugged at his own tongue like a tiny, grasping hand. Far worse was the nearness of her eyes, now less than an inch away as they kissed, her golden, unnerving stare boring into his mind and keeping him from breaking their gaze or even closing his eyes.
She stopped his climax, he did not know how, but just as he reached the point of agonizing, welcome relief, his body was stopped short, leaving him with only the distress and physical anguish of his unfulfilled effort.
“You don’t think I’ll let you end it so quick, do you?” she broke the kiss to snarl into his ear. “You’re not going to get away with doing that this time. Now move.”
The last word was spoken in the inhuman, musical language of faerie, but jason knew what it meant even though he did not speak a word. That single utterance reached down into his being and made him start to move his hips, cycling them between her clutching thighs against his will as he laid himself across her body, unable to stop himself.
“No. No, don’t do this,” jason gasped, gripping the sides of the bed and trying to shove himself away even as he continued to forcefully thrust at her, the pressure and torment of his halted climax growing worse even as the anguish was mixed with a renewed pleasure from the velvety feel of her body, her stiff, aroused nipples pressing into his chest as she wiggled beneath him.
“Mmmm, that’s the way. Faster,” she told him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, reaching far down to dig her claws into his back and drawing her knees up higher until they were almost under his arms.
“Oh God,” he groaned. The pain became much worse as his pumping increased in speed in response to her command, his hips going faster with each passing moment. He had heard the old stories of faerie music making humans who heard it dance until they died from exhaustion. jason had another song filling his ears now, the lilting, feminine gasps and grunts of inhuman pleasure that goaded him on with an unearthly compulsion, forcing him to ignore his straining muscles and sexual anguish.
He drove himself deep within her body until she was lifting up her back from the mattress, crying out his name in ecstacy, heedless of the obvious suffering in every tense line of his harshly rigid body above her, or perhaps she was aware but only more aroused by his pain.
“Ah!AH!Oooohhh!!Don’t stop!Don’t stop!” she shouted.
She pulled her stockinged legs up even higher and slid them around his arms until her slim ankles were resting on his shoulders in a limber, flexible pose which left her laying folded in half underneath him. The position had her thighs forcing him a little bit away from her but her hands still gripped his neck, keeping him in place as she smiled and gazed hungrily up at him, her disturbing yellow eyes fervent and voracious.
jason could not look away even though it horrified and unnerved him to stare at that inhuman, ecstatic face, her features a macabre combination of eerie beauty and monstrous horror. Part of him struggled to break free and escape and part of him intensely yearned for her in spite of his fear and torment.
“AHHHH!!” she finally screamed as she climaxed, throwing her head back as tears of pure joy burst down her cheeks. jason could feel her shuddering in his arms as pleasure washed through her. He was abruptly released from the faerie spell that compelled him to keep moving but not the one that prevented him from bringing an end to their coupling by ejaculating into her.
He still moaned in relief as he was able to stop thrusting and collapsed on top of her, his rigid erection sore and throbbing and still buried deep within her. It hurt too much to try to draw it out and he could only lay there, gasping along with her as they both recovered their breath.
“Mmmmm, that was nice,” she eventually whispered and he felt her lips form into a wicked smile against the side of his neck. He felt a knowing chill of dread just before she pushed him over onto his back with a shove, keeping him inside of her as she sat up and straddled his body.
“But we’ve only just begun,” she grinned down at him, her accent thick as she ran her hands over his chest and dragged her fingers down so her claws left deep scratches in his skin.
She began to lift herself up and drove her whole body weight down onto him. jason yelled out, his aching manhood still trapped inside her warm, painfully tight channel as she plunged herself onto him. The excruciating pain of the sensation almost brought tears to his eyes and he had to clench his arms tightly at his sides, gritting his teeth against the anguish.
“Stop it! Oh God, that hurts! STOP!” he groaned, knowing it was useless. She only smiled even wider and began to quicken her pace, sliding her soft thighs against his sides and heaving herself above him until the bed was swaying like a ship at sea.
“I’m only just starting, you sweet man. We have a nice, long night ahead of us,” she laughed and cried out with eager delight, suddenly tightening her body around his erection so fiercely the pain made jason black out.
He had drifted back and forth into consciousness while Sifania rode him on the bed for what felt like hours. She climaxed more times than he could count, biting and clawing at his body in her passion while she relentlessly used him. Her spell kept him hard and rigid, restraining him from releasing himself in a climax and the frustrated, throbbing torment had exhausted him worse than any of the exertions she made him perform for her enjoyment.
The scratches, the bruises and the aching, horrible pain would have been bad enough, but jason was assaulted by a growing longing and desire as the faerie woman used him. He could feel her will trying to force him to give into her, to yield to the seductive pleasures she offered that would end his suffering. But jason resisted, sometimes barely holding on to his reason by his fingernails, until she finally decided to take a break from their efforts and take a shower, leaving him feeble and weak on the bed, his throbbing manhood still erect and painfully hard.
The sound of the water running in the bathroom drew jason out of his sore, fatigued stupor. Biting back a moan, he cautiously pushed himself up, all too aware that Sifania could hear even the slightest rustling of the sheets from the bathroom. He thought the echoing splashing of the water might be enough to cover the noise, and he slowly got to his feet, almost unable to support his weight and nearly falling to his knees. It was his chance, he realized, while she was refreshing herself in the shower. He had to escape, though he could not imagine how he was going to manage putting on a pair of pants over his aching manhood. But he had to leave before she started with him again, sometimes she would not stop using him until the dawn came.
He was trying to mentally plan how he could dress himself and flee out the door without making any noise, when jason suddenly realized he was standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He had walked over without meaning to, drawn there by the same unearthly compulsion which kept him hard and erect. His naked reflection in the mirror looked haggard, fresh new scratches covered a great deal of his torso, but jason barely noticed, his eyes were drawn to the shower.
Through the foggy glass doors, he could see her. Her lithe, slim body outlined through the glass, moving with a sensual, unnatural grace. His mind screaming insanely at him, but jason walked over to the shower and slid the door open.
She turned to face him, her hair wet and matted down, her inhuman, monstrous features starkly plain as rivulets of water glistened all over her alluring body.
“Why hello,” she said, gazing up at him with her sinister yellow eyes. Lindsay did not speak as he stepped into the shower and pushed her nude body back against the tiled wall. She let him lift her slender form up in his arms and with his mind still shrieking silently at him, he let her down onto his erection.
“Uuhhh!” he groaned at her eager tightness.
“Ahhh!!! Mmmmm,” she murmured blissfully as he entered her.
It was even more painful than before but he could not stop himself. He held her up off the floor pressed against the shower wall, her head leaning against him, the warm water running down her face, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in his embrace.
“Let’s finish this,” he moaned against the side of her wet, dripping head, no longer resisting her, no longer fighting. “I’ll do what you want.”
“Take us back to the bed,” she whispered, her arms helping him as he held her under her buttocks and carried her, dripping and wet, back to the bedroom. She stared up at him as he carried her to the bed, her yellow eyes half suspicious, half aroused by his willingness.
“Wait, take me this way,” she said and with their bodies slick and wet, Sifania easily rotated completely around in his arms, never breaking their coupling as she turned until she was facing away from him, her toes brushing the ground while he wrapped his around her slim waist to support her. The sharp, short spines along her back added new cuts onto his chest, but he ignored them and pushed them both onto the mattress.
Sifania went onto her hands and knees and Lindsay took hold of her hips. She peered back over her shoulder at him, a strand of wet hair falling across her inhuman face.
“Now, do it now!AHHHH!!” she both ordered and pleaded, her words turning into a gasp of ecstacy as jason immediately started to thrust himself into her. Their wet bodies made a loud smacking sound in the bedroom, and small, clear droplets of water flew from Sifania’s silvery-white hair and pale skin as Lindsay’s pounding rapdily increased in vigor.
He kept at her for long minutes, not knowing if it was water from the shower or anguished tears streaming down his face as he let himself stab away a Sifania’s lovely, nude body. The hideous pain was still there, but the pleasure was rapidly matching it, not making the torment go away, only making it impossible to stop no matter how much it hurt.
“AH! Yes, that’s it!! That’s it, JASOOOONNN!!” Sifania shouted his name again as he drove her to her orgasm.
As if the Sidhe’s intense climax was the key, jason felt the telltale pressure build within him and this time nothing halted it as he finally climaxed into her eager, willing body. It was like a dozen climaxes combined, and the shocking, welcome pleasure assaulted his resolve, crashing against his will, trying to overwhelm him and attempting to completely put him under Sifania’s absolute sway.
They both collapsed together onto the bed as their simultaneous orgasms stunned them both. The spines along Sifania slender back dug into his skin as he fell on top of her, but he did not care, the relief of finally climaxing and being freed of his hideous torment was the only thing that mattered to him at that moment.
He let himself go limp and relax on top of her limp, wetly slick form, listening to her murmur and moan beneath him. He brought his hands up to caress her soft skin. Kissing her lightly behind her ear,jason gently stroked Sifania’s wet hair, bringing new, drowsy murmurs of pleasure to her lips. He continued his tender, delicate touches until she finally dozed off into sleep in his arms.
Sifania awoke to the sound of a siren. She lay in the dimness of the tiny motel room, the sky outside the curtained window growing steadily lighter with the approaching dawn. She was sprawled face down across the old, worn bed, the sheets still damp with the water they had brought from the shower.
With a luxurious and satiated moan, she pushed her naked form up, her entire body suffused with sweet memories of the delights she had tasted the previous night. The last time with jason had been the most fulfilling by far for her, nothing could ever satisfy a Sidhe like a willing lover.
But he had not been completely willing, and Sifania now realized he was gone. His clothes and duffle bag were missing, he had fled the same way he had fled every time they had spent the night together.
The chase had been entertaining for her up until now, but Sifania was beginning to tire of it. jason was the one she had chosen to take as her lover and he could not escape her, no matter where in the world he fled.
She rose up and quickly dressed herself. She would need to find a safer place to wait through the day when her powers would be gone. It would give jason time to run away from her, but not enough time that she could not catch up to him again once the night fell again.
Before she left, Sifania reached into her purse and left a few coins of faerie gold for the old manager of the motel who had told her which room jason taken. The coins would bring more wealth to themselves if the manager chose to keep them, and like all faerie gifts, they would either make him rich or ruin him with greed.
Humans often suffered from such magical gifts, though the faerie felt humans brought such dooms upon themselves. jason was the same way. The fear and horror that were plaguing him as he fled from her would destroy him, maybe even kill him if he did not eventually realize the simple truth.
He was the one torturing himself, he was the one who was choosing to ignore what he knew was so obvious but could not accept. It was the reason was why Sifania was able to find him no matter where he went, the reason that drew him irresistible to her. Not the result of any mystical spell she had cast but a magic far more powerful, that precious human magic of the heart which the faerie coveted more than anything in the world and which Sifania hungered from Lindsay.
She never once felt the horrible torture jason suffered from her passions was the result of her, with the guiltless emotions of a Sidhe, Sifania always felt his torment was caused by himself. All faerie gifts were that way, even pleasures of the bed, humans had to choose what they would do with the gifts they were given. It was always a choice.
Sifania was sure jason would make the right choice. She had merely to convince him to abandon his reluctance and accept what she offered him, to accept her with all his heart. Until then, the chase would go on.
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“You’re gonna be my little fuck toy from now on”
Justin’s commands drive one girl to finally beg to be his!
Phoebe unlocked the front door and let herself into the house. She dropped her backpack by the staircase and shrugged out of her denim jacket. Dropping it on top of her bag, she started toward the kitchen to get something out to make dinner before going upstairs to do her homework.
She paused at the door to the kitchen. The TV was on in the den and she knew what that meant. Her dad had left his office early again as he had so often since returning from his last deployment. It had been overlooked so far because everyone understood what a toll the tour in Afghanistan followed a year and a half later by a year in Iraq had taken. An army brat since the day she was born sixteen and a half years earlier, Phoebe knew they weren’t going to keep ignoring it, though.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said as she entered the family room.
“Hey, baby,” he said turning to look over his shoulder at her.
Phoebe leaned against the arm of the sofa and wrapped her arms around her dad’s shoulders. She leaned against him and kissed his cheek. “Do you need anything before I go upstairs and start my homework?” she asked.
Her dad handed her the glass he held. “Refill,” he said smiling at her.
She took the glass to the kitchen. The bottle was sitting on the black, granite top of the work island in the center of the room. She unscrewed the cap and poured the clear, topaz colored liquid into the glass. Lifting the bottle to her lips she took a swig herself before replacing the cap.
She returned to the family room and handed the glass back to her dad. He took it without looking up. “Thanks, pumpkin,” he said absently before taking a large sip letting it caress his tongue before swallowing.
Phoebe’s fingers trailed across his shoulder as she turned to leave the room. She returned to the kitchen and took the two steaks that her gran had bought earlier that day from the fridge. She sat them on the counter next to the range and headed back to the stairs to retrieve her bag and jacket.
Phoebe rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher as her little brother, Justin did his homework at the kitchen table. When the dishes were done she checked Justin’s homework then joined her dad in the den to watch TV for a while.
She talked about her day at school and her dad drank. At nine she sent her brother to bed, making sure that he brushed his teeth first. When Justin was settled for the night she returned to the den.
At eleven when local news came on, Phoebe stood up and leaned down to kiss her dad on the cheek. “I’m going to bed, Daddy,” she said as she straightened up again. “Don’t fall asleep down here, okay.”
“I won’t, baby,” he promised. “I’ll be up as soon as the news is over.”
Phoebe woke with a start and looked at the clock on her night stand. The glowing red numbers read 2:09 AM. She lay in her bed for a moment trying to figure out what had dragged her from her sleep so abruptly.
Then she heard him. Her dad was shouting in his sleep and she knew it was another of the dreams that had plagued him since his return from Iraq. She jumped out of her bed and hurried across the hall to his room meaning to wake him before he could disturb Justin’s sleep, too.
“Daddy,” she said reaching out to grasp his shoulder. She gave him a little shake. “Daddy,” she said again a little more stridently.
He grabbed her upper arms and dragged her into the bed. Rolling with her, he pinned her to the mattress beneath his body. Phoebe struggled furiously to relieve herself of his weight, but he held her down as his hands began to roam her body.
“Daddy, stop,” she sobbed.
Still in the grips of his nightmare, he didn’t seem to hear her. His hands roughly explored her breasts before moving down over her waist to the curve of her hips. Her body froze in terror when he pushed his knee between her thighs forcing her to open her legs. She felt his hand slide up her thigh slipping easily into the loose leg opening of the terry shorts she wore to sleep.
“No!” she wailed as he shoved two fingers into the tight opening of her virgin pussy. She grabbed his wrist with both of her hands and tried to push his hand away, but he continued his brutal assault thrusting into her hard and deep. She gasped as she felt him slide a third finger into her.
“Daddy, you’re hurting me. Stop!”
His weight shifted and she felt his hands at the waistband of her shorts and then they were gone, peeled away with her pink, cotton bikini underwear. Before she could move, his body crushed her against the mattress again and she felt his hard cock poking against the tender lips of her cunt. As his mouth covered hers his hand slipped between their bodies and he positioned the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy.
He groaned into her mouth as he pushed into her and began thrusting hard and fast. Tears streamed from Phoebe’s eyes flowing into her long, blond hair. His fingers dug into the flesh at her waist and she cried out.
“Daddy,” she cried pathetically, her hands at his face as she tried again to push him away.
He grew very still, his throbbing cock still buried deep inside her. “Phoebe,” he said hoarsely as he lifted his head to peer down at her in the darkness.
She sobbed and he groaned miserably. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
She felt his cock flex inside her and then he began to move again in slow, shallow thrusts. He was gentle now, giving her time to adjust to the length and width of the hard cock invading the warm, velvet depths of her tight cunt.
Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck and he buried his face against her silky, lavender scented hair as he continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. His hands moved to the backs of her legs and he urged her to pull her knees up. She did and he pushed up on his arms and began thrusting harder and deeper, his breathing quickening along with the tempo of his strokes.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and began to meet his thrusts. She could feel the tension building in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was going to cum. Her dad’s breathing grew ragged as he strained toward his own orgasm.
“Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “I’m going to cum.”
A low moan escaped his lips. “Do it, baby,” he said huskily. “Cum for me.”
He began thrusting harder and faster, pounding his cock into her tight, wet pussy. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. Nothing had felt as good as being inside Phoebe in a very long time.
She rocked her hips meeting each hard thrust, her breath coming in whimpered grunts as his cock drove into her. “Uh huh. Uh huh,” she moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck. Oh, Daddy.”
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “That’s Daddy’s girl.”
Her back arched and her body tensed as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave that picked her up and rolled her in ecstasy. He felt her flood his cock with her juices as the walls of her tight cunt spasmed on his swelling cock. He buried his entire length inside her and let his own orgasm overtake him as he errupted splashing his daughter’s virgin womb with his hot semen.
“Oh fuck,” he growled as his balls unleashed another long rope of cum and then one more. “AAaahhhhhh, Phoebe.”
He collapsed on top of her and held her tightly while they came down from the high of their climaxes. When he rolled away from her he wrapped her in his arms and settled her against his side with her head resting on his chest. She snuggled against him as he drifted back to sleep and she prayed for no more nightmares.
Jake woke before his sixteen year old daughter and lay for a while whatching her sleep in his arms. He struggled through the fuzziness of his hung over brain to remember exactly what had happened. He vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of making love to Phoebe, but he couldn’t remember how she had gotten into his bed in the first place.
She stirred in his arms and opened her grayish green eyes. He winced at the uncertainty clouding her expression. “Are you okay, Phoebs?” he asked stroking her hair.
She nodded.
His hand moved to caress her pert, young breast. Her breath caught in her throat as his thumb lightly teased the pouty pink nipple to hardness. He lowered his head and flicked the hard bud with his tongue. She moaned softly. His lips closed over her erect nipple and he nibbled and sucked while his hand began kneading her other breast.
His hand left her breast to roam over the plains of her gently curved tummy while his mouth moved hungrily from one pink tipped mound to the other. He gently massaged the swell of her lower abdomen before slipping his hand between her firm, silky thighs. She pulled her knees up and let her legs fall open for him. He rubbed his fingers over her clit and through the lips of her pussy feeling her grow wetter and wetter before plunging them into the warm, welcoming depth of her tight young cunt.
“Daddy,” she murmured unsurely as he fit his hips between her thighs.
“Baby,” he breathed against her hair as he pushed his cock into her. “What’s done is done. We can’t take it back, now, and I need you so bad.”
She shook her head as he started thrusting into her.
“Phoebe, please. I need you.”
With a little sob she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly while he found the solace and release he craved in her body.
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It was Billy’s birthday and he got to spend it with his fantasy woman, his next-door neighbor. Sometimes you actually get your birthday wish.
Trish scores big, while her mom entertains her boyfriend.
My fourteen-year-old sister-in-law goes on vacation with us.