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Call Me Kate! (Chapter 2)

A teenage girl goes above & beyond to shed her ‘young’ label. NOTE: This will be broken into long chapters. To read Chapter 1: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/44275/Call_Me_Kate%21_%28Chapter_1%29

Trafficked Love Ch. 18

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. —Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

The Island, Chapter 29

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.

Titcage (Chapter 30)

Claire’s relucant work at the woman-demeaning organisation “Titcage” has gradually changed her into a degraded slut.

Blondie (part 1 )

another story for me. at times i will post mostly my stories that i write. Sometimes i will post stories i have gotten over the years. I will proof read them, fix grammer and spelling and then post them. some people think they are stolen from others but they are not. they were given to me by the author and i have there permission to post them after the changes. all my stories will have ” by me” in the title they ones i wrote. I will also sometime add a new charter to another authors to continue it for i felt it needed more. please enjoy them as they were written for your enterainment and pleasure. thanks and remember to vote.

Paradise – Chapter 1

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Patty By Michael K Smith

READ THIS INTRODUCTION FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it’s here; the third chapter in the story. Now, this one is a little different than the previous chapters. I will say now it is about Alex playing one of her erotic little jokes, and it is less romantic than the previous ones. Remember that every one of these chapters is different!!!!!!!!
If you don’t like this one, you may adore the next one, and vice versa. Don’t start hating the entire book because you don’t like one chapter. I will even mention that one of them, not this one, has a short thing involving pee. If this isn’t your thing, skip it over, but it is still a romantic paragraph about accepting the flaws as well as perfections of a person you love. I have warned you!
I own none of this! It belongs to a man named Michael K. Smith, and I have no rights to it except that on his website he gives explicit permission to repost his stories as long as we give him credit for them.. I am simply uploading it because of my deep love for it. For me, it turns other erotic fiction to mindless drabble. If this is your first time reading this book, then I suggest you start with the beginning so you aren’t left behind. It’s you choice, but that’s what I suggest. And now, enjoy:
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Patty
by Michael K. Smith
[From Chapter 5; set in 1971; he’s 16, she’s 15.]
One comfortably warm afternoon in October, I was taking a nap in my room, having exhausted myself with several hours of freestyle practice. There was no one else in the house, so the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by girlish giggles on the stair, half woke me. Then some part of my brain registered that the giggling was a conversation between two different voices and I came fully awake, though some instinct kept me from moving.
I recognized the other voice as belonging to Patty Jensen, who was also on the swim team and was one of Alex’s best girl friends. Patty was a cute little blonde with large, blue, innocent eyes, a snub nose, and a wide, sensuous mouth filled with very white teeth. Her pale, wavy hair swung against the nape of her neck in a ponytail and she tanned nicely. She was shorter than Alex by a couple of inches but somewhat meatier (my unconsidered opinion before that afternoon); she had been one of the first girls in Alex’s class to buy a bra because she actually needed it.
Yet she was both a popular date and well-liked by the other girls in her group — no small achievement. She seemed to be smitten with the idea of love and sex but was still uneasy about the reality. She also exuded pheromones uncontrollably and the reaction and attention of the boys who wandered within range often bewildered her.
Alex ushered Patty into her room across the hall and gave her door a halfhearted shove; it stood open a foot, but privacy was not something we had ever taken seriously Upstairs. I lay on my bed in my cutoffs, casually eavesdropping, until I picked up the words “bikini” and “sexy.” What in the world was going on?
I rose quietly, silently opened my own door, and slipped into the hall. In ordinary circumstances, I wasn’t the Peeping Tom type. I never joined in when my gym class found new ways to intrude in the girls’ locker room. Why should I? I could see all the skin I wanted at home. But this was a different situation and a different girl, and in most ways I was still no different from any other fifteen-year-old boy.
I peered through Alex’s doorjamb to see where the two were. I could watch Alex openly at any time and she wouldn’t mind, but Patty was definitely an “outsider,” even though she had been invited Upstairs. They were sitting crosslegged, side by side on Alex’s brass bed, dumping out the contents of two small shopping bags labeled MALIBU BIKINI SHOP.
I knew that place; even the limbless manikins in the window were exciting! In each bag was a small bundle wrapped in tissue, and each bundle was unwrapped to reveal two remarkably tiny strips of brightly colored cloth.
Patty was smoothing out her new neon-red bikini on the bedspread in front of her. “My dad would kill me if he saw me wearing this at the beach!”
She giggled and lifted the cups of the halter top so they looked like two miniature tents. Without realizing it, she tugged a little at the tips of her bra and compared the result.
Alex’s suit was just as brilliant a shade of cerulean blue, which I knew would contrast electrically with her hair and eyes.
“Well? Let’s try ’em on!” said Alex, scrambling off the bed.
“Here?” Patty looked dubious.
“Of course, ‘here’,” Alex laughed. “You’re going to wear that Do-It-Now suit at the beach in front of thousands of ravenous boys, aren’t you? Don’t you want to know what it really looks like on you first? Especially since they wouldn’t let us try them on at the store?” She was already unzipping her jeans.
“I have a full-length mirror in my room at home,” Patty pointed out.
“Uh-huh. And what was it you just said about your father? Besides, we need to help each other adjust the fit, for maximum effect!” Her voice was muffled by the knit top she was pulling off over her head, and then she was standing there in bra and panties, a hand on one hip, waiting for her friend to catch up.
Patty looked up a bit shyly and surveyed the sleekness of Alex’s body. I made a bet with myself that she admired my sister’s trimness — but that she also thought her own breasts would even up the score. If she could work up the nerve to strip.
“Well,. . .” Patty stood up slowly but then began rapidly shucking off her jeans and sweatshirt before she lost momentum. Both girls were facing generally in my direction and I was careful to stand back from the door crack a few inches. Patty seemed momentarily shocked when Alex dropped and stepped out of her panties. I was merely surprised; when had that happened?
My sister’s curly red-brown pubic thatch had been trimmed and regimented. Her crotch was now shaved bare at the sides and she was completely naked between her legs, obviously so she would only show at the beach what she intended to show. The effect was to make her appear even slimmer than she was, and a bit more vulnerable as well. I liked the effect. Alex stood calmly naked, waiting for Patty to finish undressing — she was giving her encouragement by example, I thought.
Patty dropped her bra and bent over to push down her panties. Her breasts swung out invitingly and I stored the image away as a mental polaroid for the next time I needed a fantasy. She stood up and took a breath.
Little Patty actually had a much nicer body than I had given her credit for. She had some extra flesh but it was smooth and lightly tanned; she was becoming voluptuous, not fat or flabby. I should have realized that anyone who could make the swim team in the first place would be in top physical condition.
The wider flair of her hips made her look like an Earth-mother-in-training and her stomach was flat and muscular. Her legs were proportioned to her lesser height. She wasn’t a natural blonde, though. Her pubic hair was a rich brown mat that entirely concealed her crotch and much of her groin. Her shoulders were broader than Alex’s, and while her breasts were much fuller than my sister’s, her small pink nipples stood up right where they should. She might be a little overbalanced, but there was no sag. I immediately revised my opinion of her looks.
Alex gave her friend’s breasts a grin and a nod of approval. “You have really nice tits, Patty. Not like these. . . .” She cupped and lifted her own pair as Patty blushed at the intimate compliment and then lifted her own breasts. They filled both hands. I knew quite well that my sister was perfectly happy with the shape of her own body; she was just putting Patty at ease.
I also noticed that Patty seemed to follow Alex’s lead in many of her physical movements. I began to suspect that she regarded my sister as a model of gracefulness and poise. (I certainly did.)
Then both girls turned back to the bed and began sorting out their new beach assault weapons. Patty had a rather larger ass than Alex, but it fit right in with the rest of her equipment. Alex got her suit on first.
The bottom part was cut as low in front as she could get away with; if she hadn’t trimmed her pubic hair it would have curled over the hem. The top of the suit was a simple elastic bandeau that went on over her head. She didn’t need straps for support — but Patty certainly did.
Patty’s suit had a halter top with one shoelace-sized string around the back and another behind her neck. The bottom part had string ties at the sides that could gather the suit in from a conservative three-inch-wide band to a very narrow connecting strip. And the narrower the strip, I saw, the lower the suit would ride on her hips.
They each examined themselves in the long mirror and then stepped back and studied each other critically, measuring psychological effect and searching for the smallest flaws. I had to admit it: They were different types, but both girls were sexy and beautiful. I had personal preferences, but I could also think of a dozen guys just in my home room who would go to serious lengths for a chance to cuddle up with Patty at the beach.
Patty put her hands out to her sides and shrugged helplessly. “What can I say, Alex? You look terrific!” Alex blushed at her friend’s honest compliment but also managed to look pleased with herself.
“Hey, I just thought of something,” Alex said, and reached up to the top shelf of her closet to pull down a shoebox. When she stretched on tiptoe like that, the bottom of her bikini seemed about to slither down to her ankles. She was going to have to be careful in volleyball games, I thought.
After a moment she dug out the pair of deep green satin shoes I had bought her to go with her country club dress. “I got these as a gift last summer to go with a party dress. I think you were on vacation with your folks.”
She slipped on the shoes and became instantly sexier. High heels are undoubtedly bad for a woman’s feet, but they can sure do wonders for the long curves of her legs.
Alex put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. She began strutting across the room, swinging her ass and pointing her toes with each step. Patty was laughing in delight and clapping.
“That’s great, Alex, really! You ought to enter a beauty contest some day — you got the moves down perfect!”
I was smiling, too. Alex could clown around but she was truly gorgeous — and she knew I thought so, and that made both of us feel good. But her parade across the room had brought her close to her bedroom door before I realized where she was headed. I made the mistake of stepping back from the doorjamb too late and Alex’s quick eye caught the movement.
In the second or two before she turned, her face showed surprise, then amusement, then thoughtfulness — and then mischievous delight as she suddenly had an inspiration. Two steps back toward the bed, humming “The Stripper,” Alex paused and rotated in a slow, exaggerated bump and grind while Patty crowed with laughter. And as she turned, she gave me a broad wink. She had an audience now and she intended to take advantage of it.
I had no idea what her instant plan might entail, but I was sure it would involve Patty. She wouldn’t hurt Patty, I knew; she liked the other girl too much as a friend. And if Patty was lucky, she would never know she had been the victim of a prank. My sister and I had many, many private jokes that the rest of the world was never let in on.
Alex was back at her friend’s side, now. She smiled and kicked the shoes under the bed, and then stepped back to look more closely at Patty. She parked one open hand on a canted hip — a calculated pose if I ever saw one — while Patty twisted her pearl pinky ring and waited a little nervously for Alex’s verdict.
“Patty, you look really nice in that suit — in fact, you look great! That kind of red means ‘Stop, Look, and Listen,’ and the boys are gonna do just that.” The little blonde beamed radiantly.
“But–” (Alex pointed a finger dramatically at the other girl’s navel) “–you’re wearing that suit much too conservatively!”
“What?!” Patty squeaked. “I feel almost naked already!” She looked down at the narrow red strips. “How can this possibly be ‘conservative’?”
Alex knelt on one knee in front of her and said in a mock stern tone, “They put these ties here for a reason, but you still have them let all the way out. Haven’t you seen those teeny little bikinis in action at the beach?” She began cinching up the string on one side.
“But those girls are in college, or at least high school juniors and seniors! I won’t be fifteen for another month!”
“So? You’re never too young to be sexy! Besides, think of the fifteen-year-old boys. They watch the college girls with the grown-up bodies, sure, but they know they’ll never get within ten yards of any of them. And then they’ll turn around, and there you’ll be, a dazzling blonde their own age in a red bikini, and their eyes will fall out on the sand. They’ll stumble all over themselves, and get tongue-tied trying to talk to you, and you’ll have to hold them off with a beach umbrella! Now that’s POWER!”
She had cinched up the strings on both sides of Patty’s suit while Patty’s expression said she was imagining the scene at the beach — and enjoying it. Now Alex pulled the front of the red suit two inches lower so it marked a straight line across Patty’s lower abdomen. Then she turned her around quickly, before she could react, and tugged the back of her suit lower as well, almost exposing the cleft between her cheeks. Patty was spun to the front again.
“Have to make the most of those tits, too,” Alex said as she stood up. She held the lower string of Patty’s halter top with one hand and began experimentally sliding the cups farther apart, exposing a much more generous cleavage. Patty stood helplessly, caught up in Alex’s radicalization of what she obviously thought was already a very daring bikini.
“Untie the bottom string.” Patty did as she was told but clutched the strings at her sides.
“We move the string farther up under your boobs to make ’em stand out, . . . okay, tie it again.” Patty’s breasts looked larger now and more nearly spherical. Alex stepped behind her.
“Now, we cheat gravity a little . . .” She untied the halter string behind Patty’s neck. “Lift your boobs, Patty; c’mon, use your hands!”
Alex retied the neck string and stepped back. “Now, go take a look in the mirror, kid — every boy you meet is going to have an instant hard-on. You’re going to have to wear a name tag: ‘Hi, my name is Patty, and please don’t come in your trunks’!”
Patty’s face suggested she had just survived a whirlwind, but when she saw her quarter-profile in the long mirror her mouth fell open and she stared.
Her bust looked to be a full cup size larger than it already was, and the skinny little sides of the bottom of her suit emphasized the earthy flair of her hips and made her legs look longer. In a word, she was luscious. She unconsciously arched her back a little more and cocked one hip. She looked speechlessly at Alex, who grinned and made an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger.
“What did I tell you? You believe me now?” She moved up close to Patty.
“Now — if you’ll trust me with a sewing machine, I think we ought to take in the sides of each of these about a half-inch. . . .” She tucked under the edges of each halter cup with her fingers and managed to stroke the surfaces of Patty’s breasts as she did so.
“I’m going to take in my top some, I think, and remove the lining so my nipples will show through.” She looked down at her bandeau as she pulled down its top edge as far as her brown areolae.
“I do have great nipples, don’t I?” Patty watched, somehow unaware that right now their breasts, bellies, crotches, and thighs all were less than two inches apart.
Alex moved her hands slightly and then she was casually, gently, lifting the weight of Patty’s breasts. The other girl seemed hypnotized; I knew the feeling. Alex sighed.
“Gee, I wish I had boobs like these.” No, she didn’t, but I was beginning to understand where Alex’s game was going. At fourteen, my sister was already an artist at seduction. She had a talent for it when she chose to use it, and I was the proof; when she wanted something from me she nearly always got it.
Alex withdrew her hands before her friend could think of anything to say and casually removed her own suit. “If you’ll leave that outfit with me for a day or two, I’ll brew you up some magic, okay?”
Patty was pulling off her suit, too — mostly because Alex had done so, but she didn’t realize that. She nibbled at her lower lip for a second.
“Alex? I’m glad I have someone like you for a friend.” She was sweet and sincere, and still astonished by her transformation in the mirror. “Why are you so much smarter about boys than I am?”
Alex gave her a surprised glance and then a genuinely warm smile. “I’m glad we’re friends, too, Patty. You’re one of the very nicest people I know. And I’m *not* smarter; maybe I just work at it harder.” I’ll bet you’ve also had a *lot* more practice, I thought, and smiled.
Patty really was a nice girl, besides being sexier than I would have expected. Then Alex put her arms around her in an affectionate girl-girl hug and Patty responded in kind. It would have seemed the most innocent embrace in the world, had they not both been naked.
Again, Alex quit first. She looked around the room for a moment while one hand absently stroked her tiny tuft of pubic hair. Then she looked at her crotch in apparent surprise.
“I almost forgot! There’s something else you need to do before you can wear that bikini.”
“What?”
“This!” My sister spread her thighs slightly, bent her knees, and pushed her crotch forward to display her cropped pubic patch.
“If you don’t trim it back, your hair will stick out the sides of your suit. Remember Mary Elizabeth’s first dive in the tank suit she borrowed from her older sister? It looked like her pussy was drowning and trying to escape!” Both girls burst into peals of laughter. I wished I had been present at *that* practice.
Patty fluffed her large bush thoughtfully. Without being aware of it, she was becoming used to being naked around Alex, who always walked and behaved exactly the same way whether she was dressed or not. Especially when she knew she was safe at home, my sister had totally lost what other people might regard as modesty, and her unconcerned attitude toward bare skin sometimes rubbed off on other people.
“You really think I have too much hair down there?”
“Well, you don’t have it shave it completely . . . although that *would* attract attention.”
Patty looked momentarily alarmed before she realized that Alex was teasing her, and then she smiled prettily. “Well, I can trim it down at home.”
“I thought you bought a Lady Something-or-Other electric because you kept nicking your legs? And I don’t think your dad would appreciate finding pussy hairs in his shaving cream. Besides, an electric leaves a stubble; it really itches.”
Patty looked baffled. “Embroidery scissors?”
“It’s not just the length,” Alex explained. “It’s the width. You need a strip of bare skin on each side and underneath. Also, with that much hair, when it gets wet, it soaks up water like a sponge and it expands. Like in the shower?” She stroked her index fingers down her own newly-mown crotch. Patty watched in fascination and continued to pluck at her own bush.
Alex looked her solemnly in the eye. “I’d be happy to do it for you if you’d trust me to, Patty. I’ll be very careful not to nick you. And if we do it here, your father won’t ever know about it, right?” I held my breath. This was the crucial point in what I suspected Alex was planning.
“Uh, nobody’s ever touched me there, except my doctor.” She was talking mostly to herself.
“Patty, your gynecologist is a man and he practically shoves his whole fist up in you, doesn’t he? Most of ’em do.” Patty looked a bit dazed, but nodded.
“I’m a girl and I’m your friend, aren’t I? Friends help each other out, especially with things you can’t really go to your folks about. And I’ll be very careful, I promise.” Alex was speaking softly and soothingly, now, and I could tell Patty was allowing herself to be talked into this adventure.
“Well,.. I guess you’re right. I guess I do have too much hair for a bikini. Besides,” she added with a self-deprecating twinkle, “I don’t think I could see what I was doing!” She spread her breasts apart with both hands and peered down between them. Her subconscious had come up with the perfect way of asserting her physical superiority to Alex in the one department she was absolutely sure of. She had even turned it into a sexy joke. Patty had definitely loosened up in the past hour.
“Okay, why don’t you empty off that chair while I get the stuff?” Alex was all business now. The chair she waved at was an old wooden kitchen piece, straight-backed and armless, repainted bright yellow. It served as a seat, stepping stool, clothes rack, and especially as a gathering place for junk. Alex was keeping her friend occupied while she went next door to the bathroom.
I stepped back against the wall as Alex came out of her bedroom. Thirty seconds later she was back with her safety razor and a new blade, her needlework scissors and a small comb, and two bath towels — and my shaving mug and brush (I had ambitions). I pointed at the brush and nodded in approval. Alex pointed to her eye, which meant “Watch and see.”
Patty was standing a bit nervously by the now-empty chair, fingering her pubic hair protectively. Her body language always spoke volumes and yet she remained unaware of it. Remaining naked herself, as another kind of supportive body language, Alex folded a towel and draped it neatly over the chair seat, and then adjusted the chair’s angle so my view would be unimpeded.
“Would milady care to park it?” She made a theatrical flourish and Patty sat down with her knees and feet together and her hands in her lap. Alex knelt before her.
“Umm. Patty, dear — I have to be able to get to the work site,” Alex explained gently and laid one hand lightly on the other girl’s knee.
With Alex’s quiet prompting, Patty finally got settled. She found herself scooted far forward on her coccyx with her pussy cantilevered over the front of the chair. Her knees were spread as wide as for any gynecologist and her heels were hooked over the rungs on the sides of the chair. To keep herself from sliding off, she had a grip on the chair’s back slats above her shoulders, which also had the effect of lifting and pressing her breasts together.
I had wondered why Alex didn’t simply have her lie on a towel on the bed. Now I knew why. The little blonde was vulnerable and wide open to the world; she looked like a pose from HUSTLER.
Working slowly and carefully, Alex untangled Patty’s pubic hair with the comb and trimmed it down to shaving level. Then she quickly whipped up a mug full of suds and twirled the brush in it as she had seen me do. She slowly stropped the brush up and down between Patty’s legs — not only on the sides of her crotch but vertically across her clit and downward below her cunt, almost to her asshole. There was quite a bit of hair in front of Patty’s puckered little opening. Patty’s eyes flickered closed and her lips began to twitch; she was feeling something but she wasn’t going to admit it, not even to herself.
I watched in fascination as my sister slowly and carefully cleared a bare area on each side of Patty’s half-open cunt; I suspected she could work a lot more rapidly if she cared to. She seemed to completely ignore the protruding clit that emerged from its sheath of its own volition.
Alex did very neat work, squaring the thick tangle into a neat, brush-like vertical hedge and shortening its length overall. She also managed to lean her forearms frequently on Patty’s splayed knees and to drag her own nipples across the inner surfaces of Patty’s thighs. Several times she moved her head in close — just being careful, you know — and opened her mouth wide, breathing warm air directly onto Patty’s clit. She continued, meticulously shaving clean the entire area toward the back of Patty’s crotch.
Finally, she wiped off the soap with the other towel, being sure the coarse material traveled the whole length of her friend’s gaping cunt. She handed Patty a large hand mirror so she could view the result.
“Now we don’t want you to get razor burn — happens a lot the first time you shave.” She picked up a bottle of moisturizing cream from behind the chair, uncapped it, and dribbled a stream of the pale cream down both sides of Patty’s crotch, and then down the sheath of her clit.
Patty gasped and her toes curled at the touch of the cool, thick liquid. Alex slowly spread the cream up and down the creases of her crotch and her exposed lips. She spread it evenly over the clitoral sheath. The covering hand moved back and Patty’s clit, pinkish red and twitching involuntarily, emerged and grew.
Alex’s forefinger lightly smoothed the cream down the center of the cunt before her, touching but not penetrating the opening, and continued to the satiny area between the bottom of her wide-open pussy and the darker, ridged opening below. Patty was holding her breath, and so was I, but Alex’s finger stopped just short and lifted away.
The brush, Alex’s careful but persistent manipulation of her labia, the friction of the towel, and finally the soothing cream had all done their work. Patty’s breath was coming in erratic puffs as she gazed in amazement through half-closed eyes at her newly revealed crotch.
She passed her own hand over the smooth, soft surfaces and curves, even drawing one finger dazedly across the tip of her clit. It abruptly struck me that Patty’s general shyness, the apparent attitudes of her parents, and the thick, rapid growth of her pubic thatch probably had prevented her from ever getting a close look at her own genitals. ALL of this was a new experience for her.
Alex apparently drew the same conclusion and added it to her plan. Still kneeling on the floor between Patty’s knees, she spread her own legs and leaned back on her heels, her nipples visibly elongating. Her middle finger glided down into her own slit and disappeared, and she sighed lightly. “You know, trimming your pussy also makes it easier to get yourself off,” she said quietly.
Patty shook her head vigorously. “No, I don’t do that! My dad caught me . . . uh, playing with myself when I was twelve and he beat the crap out of me! Besides, it isn’t good for you.” What do you think has just been happening? I wondered.
Alex continued stroking herself, mostly for Patty’s visual benefit, but she gave her friend a sympathetic look. “What do you do when you get horny, then? And *don’t* tell me you never get horny!”
It hadn’t occurred to Patty that she could put her legs down; they were still spread wide and her clit was twitching more frequently. One hand held the mirror and the other began absently to stroke the neat pad of hair that remained as she studied its reflection.
“I just get frustrated, I guess,” she said softly. “Sometimes, though, when I’m alone, I squeeze my legs together and I feel a sort of tingle.” She didn’t notice that she had contradicted her earlier denial.
“Patty, it’s called ‘masturbation,’ not ‘playing with yourself,’ and it’s a natural part of sex — and sex is a natural part of life. *Not* masturbating is what’s abnormal! I’m still a virgin — yes, I am! — and I had my first orgasm a year ago by masturbating myself. And it felt wonderful!” Alex’s fingers were beginning to move up and down like slender pistons.
“You can’t just go on being horny and frustrated! Doing yourself takes the edge off. You can keep control of yourself with a boy when he gets you hot because you know you can always finish it later. Otherwise, some guy is going to get you so worked up you’ll let him fuck you just to get it over with, to release the pressure — and it might not be the right guy or the right time and place. Boys jerk off all the time, you know that, and it’s a lot harder for them to hide it! And if it’s natural for them to do it, why shouldn’t girls do it, too? Look at your body, Patty! It’s ready for you to get pregnant and have a baby. But you can tell it to be patient and still have all the fun part of sex.”
Alex’s fingers were acting independently of her mouth, caressing and tugging at her clit and pressing its sheath back to expose more of it. The tiny red shaft glistened moistly. Patty couldn’t take her eyes off that busy hand. She tried half-heartedly to conceal her own cunt by cupping her hand over it, but her legs were still splayed out.
“I don’t think I know how,” she said in a small voice with a sudden low sob at the end.
My sister wasn’t close to orgasm yet, I could tell that, but her fingers slowed and stopped. She could save herself up, remaining at a high sexual pitch but picking her own moment for a climax. I had seen her do that before, too, and it always astonished me. *I* certainly didn’t have that kind of control.
Alex stood and bent over Patty, her hands on the other girl’s shoulders. Her breasts moved in a shallow curve a few inches before Patty’s face. Her nipples were as erect and rigid as pencil erasers.
“Patty, I’ve never been a teacher before, and I’m sure no sex expert, but my pussy is something I know real well. I admit it — virgin or not, I enjoy sex. And when I do pick out the guy I want to pop my cherry, I’m going to be ready. No fumbling around, no confusion. I’m going to know what I’m doing.” She put a hand behind each of Patty’s thighs, lifted her legs from the chair rungs, and set her feet together on the floor. Then she pulled her to her feet.
Patty clutched Alex’s upper arms and put her forehead against her shoulder. She canted one hip, which pressed what remained of her pubic hair against Alex’s thigh; my sister’s crotch was in a similar situation. Alex glided both her hands up and down the small of Patty’s back and murmured soothingly in her ear as the soft sobbing continued.
Patty made a strange picture, standing there: naked and sexy, but shy, breasts trembling against Alex’s as she tried to control her tears, moisture reflecting from her eyelashes as she kept her head down in embarrassment — not because she was naked and nipple-to-nipple in another girl’s embrace, but because her clit was throbbing wetly and she didn’t know what to do about it. She was desirable and she knew it, but the very lushness of her own body frightened her. It sounded like her father wasn’t being much help, either. Watching through the doorjamb, I felt a surprising wave of sympathy for little Patty.
Alex had played her prank, exposing the most intimate parts of Patty’s body to me in great detail — which had hurt no one but would provide us with hours of conversation later — and arousing her friend’s untried sensuality into the bargain.
But Alex truly liked Patty and now she obviously intended to try to help her friend become less sexually helpless. The fact that she knew I was still watching was irrelevant.
Alex sat both of them down on the side of the bed, thighs again pressed side-to-side, and put her arm comfortingly around her friend’s shoulder.
“Patty, sex is supposed to be fun,” she began, “and I promise you it is, if you know what you’re doing. It’s not something you should be afraid of. I know — there are guys you have to be careful of because they get carried away, even if they’re sorry afterwards. And some guys are just selfish, unfeeling sons-of-bitches.” Patty nodded in agreement; I had a feeling she had run into a few of those, just as Alex had.
“But, Patty, that isn’t your fault and it doesn’t make sex bad. And most guys are okay. You’re a beautiful girl and they’re more likely to be afraid of *you*. That’s why they get tongue-tied and act silly sometimes. They just don’t know what else to do.”
Alex glanced for a moment at the crack in the door where I stood. “Let me give you an example. The boy I know best is the one I live with, okay? My brother, Michael. He and I get along — in fact we’re pretty good friends. Now, let me ask you: Do you think he’s good-looking?”
Patty looked up at her in surprise, as if it were a silly question. “Sure, I think he’s very good looking.”
“Okay,” Alex went on. “Is he sexy?” I wondered how many games she was playing? Or had the identity of the contestant simply changed?
Patty hesitated. “Yeah, I guess he is. I mean, I’ve never gone out with him, of course, but he smiles at me in school. But maybe that’s because he knows you and I are friends,” she concluded doubtfully.
“That’s negative thinking, Patty!” Alex smiled. “Anyway, I’ve seen a lot more of him than you have, and *I* sure think he’s sexy! If he weren’t my brother, he might even be the one I’d pick to give my virginity to.”
That got my attention. Patty looked a little startled but interested. Alex was stroking the inside of her friend’s thigh, but Patty seemed not to notice.
“I’ve seen him naked a few times, like in the bathroom. He has swimmer-muscles, too, remember. And a nice butt. And a very interesting looking cock.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially.
“Once, I watched him jerking off in the shower, because the shower door wasn’t fogged up too much to conceal it. His cock looked huge, and when he shot off it really made me hot! So I came back in here and fantasized about it and got myself off. You see what I’m saying? He came in the shower, by himself, and I came in my bed, by myself, and we both enjoyed it.”
“But I don’t know how to– to get myself off. I’ve tried just rubbing it — I mean, I . . .” She was admitting to more than she had intended but Alex laughed and squeezed her shoulder encouragingly.
“Well, I can take care of that! Scoot up here, Patty . . .” Alex pushed herself backwards, against the brass headboard and put her legs straight out in front of her. “Over here, next to me.” She put her hand flat on the bed beside her.
Patty hesitated again for a long second, then turned and crawled over next to Alex — who moved over an inch so the entire length of their flanks were pressed warmly together. Alex brushed the instep of her right foot against the sole of Patty’s left. Patty’s toes curled over.
“Now, follow me. . . .” My sister arched her back slightly and cupped her breasts in her hands, massaging and tugging at her nipples. She took a deep breath of enjoyment. “Think of someone whose hands you want to imagine on your body.”
Patty followed her example, almost over-balancing when she arched her back. Her nipples were pink little buttons, much smaller than Alex’s, but they also rose under the friction of her fingertips.
“I’ve done this before, too,” Patty sighed, “but it feels different this time. It must be because we’re doing it together.” They continued stroking themselves almost in unison for several minutes, and their breathing grew heavier.
“Alex, . . . this doesn’t mean we’re, uh, lesbians, does it?”
My sister threw her head back and laughed. “No, of course not! You’re a dear, sweet girl, Patty — but you’re not the person I’m daydreaming about right now, I guarantee!” I hoped I knew who *was* in her daydream.
“Now, move your hands where you want your dream-lover to put his hands. Remember, they aren’t *your* hands right now — they’re his.”
She moved her own hands smoothly down her sides, down her upper legs, then back up the insides of her thighs. Her skin was beginning to flush lightly wherever her hands passed. Patty copied her movements and her eyelids fluttered as her imagination replaced the touch of her palms with someone else’s.
“Patty, you wouldn’t believe whose hands I’m feeling on me right now . . .” Alex shifted her gaze directly at me and smiled provocatively.
She spread her legs wide apart, sliding the left one under Patty’s. Patty bent her knees and took a similar position. Both girl’s pussies were open to me, though only one of them knew it, and the sight of two such lovely bodies being systematically aroused was almost more than I could stand.
My cock had grown thick and erect, but I couldn’t jerk off or even unzip my cutoffs, for fear Patty would hear the sound. I had to be content with hiking up one leg of my shorts enough to expose the head of my cock, which I squeezed and massaged as quietly as I could.
At Alex’s lead, the girls had both hands in their crotches now, stroking their labia between their fingers and reaching far back to tease their assholes with an occasional light touch.
Alex nudged Patty to get her attention. “Getting juicy?” she breathed.
“Oh, yes. . . !” Patty’s head was leaning partly on Alex’s shoulder.
Alex thrust two fingers up into her vagina and brought them out dripping with aromatic wetness. She began to slide her shining fingers slowly up and down her clit, which already resembled a tiny red cock.
Patty took more time with her fingers, moving them in and out of her cunt, experiencing probably for the first time the internal friction. Then she also moved her attention to her clit. Her breath began to rasp, as her fingers moved faster.
“No, Patty! Take your time — stop for a moment if you have to! Make it last and last. . . . You’ve heard about boys who are virgins, who just stick it in and come immediately? They don’t know how to pace themselves and it’s over too quickly.”
Patty obediently slowed her pace and even turned her head on Alex’s shoulder to watch my sister’s technique. Alex was doing slow rings and figure-eights with two fingertips around her clit, returning to her cunt at intervals for additional lubricant. She had done this many times and knew exactly how to sustain her own arousal.
Patty returned to her own rising passion, but using more control this time. A few minutes later, Alex began making low animal sounds in her throat and bent her head back. Her fingertips were racing around the tip and shaft of her clit, now. Then she caught her breath, jerked slightly several times, and then relaxed with a sigh. She stretched her legs out without removing her hand and simply sat quietly for a few moments in the afterglow of her climax.
My own legs were trembling so badly I had to go carefully down on one knee to keep from falling.
But Patty had stopped her finger-work, engrossed in her friend’s orgasm. Alex looked down at her with a smile. She withdrew her hand from between her legs; her fingers were wet and shiny. She raised her hand casually and traced the moisture from her fingers across Patty’s upper lip.
“You want to know what it’s really all about, Patty? Inhale deeply. That smell will drive a guy completely out of his mind.”
Hell, I could identify that particular pungent aroma all the way out in the hall. I had brought several girls to a climax by masturbating them, and they all smelled different. And I knew my sister’s scent best of all.
Then Alex became aware that Patty had stalled out. She was flushed with sexual arousal but she’d lost her way and her fingers were moving almost mechanically. Her lips were compressed in frustration; she’d climbed almost to the top of the ladder but she couldn’t quite make the last step.
Alex put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her down flat on her back on the bed and propped herself on an elbow. “I’ll help you, Patty, you’re almost there, you just need a boost to climb over the top. . . .”
Alex covered Patty’s motionless hand and her whole pubic mound with her own hand and began moving the two in a pattern together. After a minute, as Patty’s respiration rate began to increase again, Alex slid her hand under Patty’s and took control of the blonde’s pussy. Patty’s eyes were closed tightly; she may have thought it was her own fingers that were back in action. Alex dipped her fingers into Patty’s cunt for more lubrication and went to work at the base of her shaft, gradually moving toward the tip.
I don’t believe she planned what happened next. It was just the appropriate sexual thing to do, I think. My sister looked down at Patty’s head lying on her arm and smiled, and kissed her full on the lips.
Patty’s mouth reached up eagerly and returned the kiss, and she made little sounds of excitement. She was so far out of it, I think she believed it was her daydream she was kissing. Her eyes never opened. Alex raised her head as her friend’s pelvis and legs jerked uncontrollably several times. Then a brief spasm shook her whole body as she gasped and opened her mouth and curled her tongue. A final extended moan escaped her lips and then all her muscles seemed to relax at once and she lay loosely.
Alex combed Patty’s hair back out of her eyes with her fingers. The other girl had beads of sweat over her breasts and belly and she was still panting. “God, I didn’t know . . . it could feel . . . like that. . . .”
She turned over on her side to face Alex, who was propped on her elbow again. I knew my sister wasn’t going to mention the kiss. Let Patty think it was her imagination. I felt the wetness oozing down my leg; I had climaxed uncontrollably during that kiss.
There were teardrops on Patty’s lashes again, but this time for a very different reason. Her first orgasm had opened up a whole new world for her, a new self-image and new possibilities. And she realized it, too, because she slid both arms around Alex, her face pressed between my sister’s breasts, and hugged her tightly.
Alex held her closely and stroked her back, then put one leg gently over her hip. Patty’s reaction was automatic. She slipped her thigh between Alex’s and pressed it snugly up against her crotch. They lay together like that for perhaps five minutes, each floating back down to earth.
They finally unfolded themselves and sat up crosslegged on the bed, laughing quietly. Patty’s face seemed fundamentally changed, somehow, and it took a moment to see that she looked truly happy for the first time since I had known her. She was relaxed and excited at the same time, filled with new confidence, eager to try out her new red bikini on the male public. I was happy for her, too.
I turned and crawled back across the hall, being as quiet as possible. I felt as drained as though I had been responsible for Patty’s climax myself, and I didn’t even *attempt* to stand.
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In The Forests Of The Night

My very first story. This was written for my girlfriend and I’m sure that there are some spelling/grammatical errors and I’m sure some of this story isn’t logical but it’s a STORY. Don’t nitpick, just enjoy. Also, I apologize for the lack of paragraphs. Please leave your opinions.

The Succubus Chapters 3-4

Read previous stories to understand storyline. This story has some iffy topics in it. If you do not like young girls or torture, do not read.

Family Inheritance Part 2

Cynthia has inherited her Great Aunt’s estate. She has met and had sex with the twins who live next door. Now she meets the twins mother, then her ex husband shows up with his girlfriend.

Boy Did My Daughter Surprise Me Chapter 7

Chapter 7
I stood there in shock not sure what to do next, Amber standing only a few feet from me with her eyes bouncing from my cum covered cock to my eyes. I didn’t know what to say, we both stuttered as we tried to figure out who should speak first. Finally I spoke, Amber still looking down at my hard as possible dick “I am so sorry, I thought you were in your room. I am so embarrassed.” Her eyes raised from my dick to look my straight in my eyes and said “There is no reason for you to be ashamed. After all I am a big girl now and you don’t have to hide anything from me!” I instantly recognized that as what I had told her only a short time ago. I replied with a similar comment to hers “I guess your right, I’m sure you have seen a man naked before.” We stood only a few feet apart completely naked with grins on our faces as I looked down at my still hard cock to see a few drops of cum had dripped to the floor. “Let me clean up and I will be to your room, I think we need to talk.” She looked at the puddles of cum on the floor and smiled “O.k., I’ll be in my room.” I watch as she walked to her room. I reached down and pulled my pants up, grabbed my shirt and wiped the puddles from the floor and tossed it to the wall. Trying different ways to start our conversation in my head I slowly walked to her room, still not sure what I was going to say.
When I walked in her room she was in front of her computer, quickly minimizing the screen as I entered. I stood behind her in her chair and saw my fake email address in the last tray, she had put on one of her long sleep shirts. I took a seat on the edge of her bed as she spun the chair around facing me, the long shirt wadded up on her hips leaving her slick skin exposed, her hairbrush between her legs. Before I could speak she took control of the conversation “Daddy, I don’t want you to be embarrassed about what happened. I know what you were doing and I completely understand, you said I shouldn’t hide anything from you so you shouldn’t have to hide anything from me.” I couldn’t take my eyes off the hairbrush between her legs knowing she had it stuck in her sweet pussy before I walked in her room. “Honey I agree but I have to know you are comfortable with that, I don’t want you feel to like you are doing something wrong. I need to know what you are comfortable with as far as seeing me naked or me seeing you naked, like just now I never would have done that if I thought there was a chance of you catching me. I hope it didn’t scar you for life.” I replied ending with a quick laugh hoping to ease the tension. “I could always go without clothes around here if you would let me, I only put clothes on when I come out of my room cause I figured you would get mad if I came out naked. It didn’t bother me catching you a while ago, I know you sit at the computer and do that all the time I can hear you sometimes all the way in my room. You must really like looking at them little girls, I have seen the websites you like.” My heart raced, she had to know I was looking at her since I liked those girls. “Besides, I am prettier than most of those girls! I know you like looking at me, I see you trying to hide you hardon all the time.” she said as she looked down at the one I had going as we talked. “I do like looking at you, you are beautiful but I figured you would think I was weird for looking at you. You don’t know how hard it is living with someone as sexy as you and not being able to show it.” I said smiling. “what do ya mean, you think me and my friends don’t talk about how good looking you are and how they all wish they were older so they could go out with you. I do know what its like.” the room got extremely quiet. We sat and looked at each other until I broke the silence “Honey, I just want to say you are welcome to dress or not dress how ever you want around the house but you can never tell anybody about it. O.K.” I said waiting on a reply. “Daddy, you feel free to walk around in what ever you want to, and don’t worry about trying to hide it when I make you hard.” she said grinning at me. “Oh yeah, don’t worry about trying to hide when you jack off either if I don’t want to see it I just wont walk in, hows that.” I told her that was fine and stood up and held my arms out to give her a hug, my apparent hardon pushing at the front of my pants. She stood and stepped close to me as I wrapped my arms around her. As I pulled her close my cock pushed against her stomach, she made a grunt and wiggled in closer. “You are going to have to get used to that if you are going to strut that pretty ass of your around here.” I told her. “I think I can used to the compliment.” she replied as she squeezed tight. We broke our hug and I left her room.
I couldn’t believe the conversation we just had and it was all because of some stranger sending her emails turning her on. I knew she would tell the man about our conversation so I went to check my emails, I had one from right after she caught me naked.
“You wont believe what just happened, I walked in on my dad right after he had jacked off!!!!!! He still had cum oozing from his dick. We just stood and looked at each other naked. He sent me to my room and said we had to talk, I hope hes not mad.”
Before I could start typing one back to her the next one came through.
“OMG!!!! Daddys not mad. We decided I was big enough now we shouldn’t have to hide things from each other any more and we shouldn’t be embarrassed about seeing each other naked so I could walk around naked all I wanted. He couldn’t take his eyes off my pussy while we were talking. I told him he didn’t have to hide his hardons from me anymore and he could go naked to I hope he does I want to see his big dick all the time. He made me so horny, I want to take you some more pics. What do you want to see me do, I will do anything I MEAN ANYTHING!!!!!!!”
It felt like my dick was going to explode as I read that. My little girl was so horny over me she was willing to do anything for this man, she was about to live out all my fantasies about her in front of a camera. I was going to puther to the test.
“Sounds like your daddy is a lucky man, but not as lucky as me I get to see things he doesn’t. I really liked seeing that brush in you, why don’t you see what else you can find to put in that tight pussy of yours. I cant wait to see what you find. Maybe your daddy will catch you this time.”
I sat at the computer after sending the message and listened to drawers being opened and closed throughout the house, I even heard the refrigerator open and close. After all the rummaging the house got quiet, I knew she was in her room taking pictures for that man. I could barely resist going to her room and catching her like she wanted me too, I was scared if I did the pictures and emails would end and I was really enjoying them.
I sat and slowly stroked my swollen cock waiting to see what she had found to hide in her beautiful pussy.
“OMG I am so horny!!! I didn’t know I could fit such big things in my little pussy. I want to send them to you smallest to biggest is that ok?”
“I am about to cum all over my keyboard waiting to see you fill that pussy up. My daughter just came through here in nothing but a shirt so I am real horny now too.”
Only seconds later an email came though.
“look at these while I see what else I can find”

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My Lover, My Master, My Vampire

I was laying there on my bed. I glanced over at the clock; 3 AM. I rolled over on my back and sighed. Some nightmare I couldn’t even remember had freaked me out and woke me up. I over on my side, adjusting my night shirt over my braless, panties body, so that I was more comfortable.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps in my room. I rolled over. Seeing nothing I thought to myself ‘Must just be the dog’ who I knew had a tendency to sleep in my closet. I rolled back over and started to fall back to sleep when I felt a hand clamp over my mouth. I widened my eyes and tried to remove it from my mouth when I felt a voice right next to me. It growled,
“If you remain calm, this will hurt a lot less. If you struggle than you will get hurt. Do you understand?” I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I knew if I tried fighting back, it would only get worse. So I kept my mouth shut. Hoping this wouldn’t take long and he would either kill me quickly or steal my stuff and leave. I felt his hand brush my hair back and he whispered
“Yes, you will make a fine specimen for The Master.” He rolled me onto my stomach, pulling my hands and binding them with some rope. He then bound my ankles. I took in a breath to scream but before I could a strip of duct tape was placed over my mouth.
“I told you not to struggle, bitch.” I watched him pull a rag and a small bottle of chloroform out and he poured some into the rag.
“Lights out, slut.” He clamped the rag over my nose and I lost consciousness.
I awoke later. When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t sure if I had been blindfolded. I could hear an engine running and I figured I was in a car. And judging by how cramped I was, I must’ve been in the trunk. I was about to panic when the car took one more turn and then stopped. I tried to remain calm while inside I panicked. The trunk opened and I could not see anything so I knew I was blindfolded. My attacker scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. I hear doors opening and I was soon dumped on my ass. I was removed of my blindfold and duct tape. I once again felt his breath on my ear as he spoke.
“Keep your head down and your mouth shut.” I muttered under my breath,
“Bastard.”, hoping he wouldn’t hear. Unfortunately he did and he hit me upside my head. I heard a set of double doors open and a voiced announced,
“Presenting Master Drake!” I wanted so bad to look up at the sick bastard who ordered my capture but I couldn’t. I quickly glanced my eyes up enough to see his clothes and his hands. He wore some kind of black button down shirt and red tie with black pants and black boots. I could hear his footsteps as he strode over to me. He soon stood in front of me. I held his breath, waiting for his reaction to me. He placed his hand under my chin and pulled up, forcing me to look into his magnificent eyes. They were a blue-grey; the color of a sea after a storm. I could see his perfectly chiseled cheeks and jaw line. A few of his short dark curls hung in front of his eyes. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I swallowed the lump in my throat and held my breath, waiting. He saw my nervousness and smirked. He stood up and spoke to the man behind me.
“This gentile flower is surely the most beautiful girl.” hearing those words, I blushed. I had never felt like the most beautiful girl. I had tended to feel ugly a lot of my life. You see I had always been more on the heavy side. I was bullied constantly in school. And being only 17, my self esteem was practically non-existent. I once again felt Master Drake’s hands on me. Only this time he was reaching behind me and untying my hands and ankles. He helped me stand up and kept me from falling as I was still a little weak. He held me in his well firmed in arms and I felt even weaker in the knees. He spoke to me, gently.
“I’m giving you a choice, you know. You don’t have to stay here. Say the word now and my attendants will bring you home and you can forget all about this. Or you can stay here, with me, forever.” I thought for a moment. Thought about my life back home. I was constantly bullied, my mother ignored me, and my dad had died in combat. I had never felt the touch of a man. Let alone someone so beautiful and oozing of sexuality. I took a deep breath and reluctantly spoke,
“I will stay.” A smile spread across his face. He caressed one cheek with his hand and whispered to me,
“Forget the life you once knew. I am now your future, your present, and the master of your fate. You will speak only when spoken too. And you will call me ‘Master’. Do you understand?” I did not respond. I learned fast
“Respond.” Permission to speak. I replied, barely audible,
“Yes” I stammered on this last word,
“M…Master.” He chuckled.
“That’s my girl. Now the only mystery that remains is what do the angels call you?”
“Rachel.”
“Rachel, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He grabbed my wrist and began pulling me along.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” He led me down many hallways and told me the history of the house and his family.
“This house has been in my family for centuries. My great, great grandfather purchased the land in 1812. My parents died when I was 18 and I live a kind of lonely life. Part of that is having no family. The other part; well, I’ll explain the other part later. Ah, here we are.” We stood outside a door.
“This is the bathing area. You clean yourself up while I find you something to wear.” He opened the door and gently shoved me inside. The door closed behind me and I heard it lock. ‘Crap’ I thought to myself. ‘How the hell am I going to get out of here?’ I walked over to one of the showers and turned on the hot water. Letting the scalding water wash over my body seemed to help relax me. I started to lather up my body with a bar of soap.
“What am I going to do?” I muttered to myself.
“I need to get out of here. This guy, handsome as he is, is a psycho.” I finished rinsing off and turned off the water. I noticed a towel waiting for me. I dried myself off and then walked over to the door. I knocked on the door
“Master, are you there?” I heard the lock click and the door opened slightly. He reached his arm in holding a hanger that had a simple black dress on it. I grabbed the dress, expecting a bra and panties next but then I heard him speak
“As long as you live here, you are forbidden from wearing a bra or panties.” I pulled the dress on over my head. Without a bra or panties I felt exposed. Next he handed in a pair of ballet flats. I slipped those on and gave a sigh.
“Are you dressed?”
“Yes, Master.” He opened the door, a slight smirk on his face. I looked away trying to avoid his gaze. He stroked his hand under my chin and forced me to look at him. His eyes were so hypnotic. I felt safe and secure.
“You are beautiful.” He brought his lips to mine. I moved my hands to his chest to refuse him but he probed his tongue into my mouth and I relented to him. All I wanted was his body on mine. He pulled away smiling.
“I knew you would be mine eventually.” He grabbed my hand.
“Come on.” He led me into some sort of parlor room. He gestured to a couch.
“Have a seat.” I followed his orders. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine. Pouring two glasses. He brought them over and handed one to me. I took it, my hands trembling. I had never tasted alcohol. I took a small sip. It was sweet with a slight tang to it. He set his glass down on the table. His hand moved to my leg. I felt so exposed, embarrassed. And my human instincts of survival kicked in. I began to cry and I asked him
“Master, please. Why me? You could have any girl you wished, why would you choose an ugly girl like me?” Through my tears I saw his expression become aggravated.
I stammered out an apology.
“I’m sorry master. I spoke out of turn.”
He raised his hand and I flinched waiting for the strike, but it never came. I looked over at his face and he still appeared agitated but his eyes were softer.
“That was a warning. I do not want to hurt you but if you disobey my orders, the consequences will be severe.” I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“The reason I chose you is because I saw the loneliness in your soul. I wanted to help you, make you feel loved. And remember, I gave you a choice. You chose to stay here with me.” I swallowed the rest of my wine and nodded.
“You may speak.”
“I know I chose to stay with you. And I don’t regret that. I just don’t understand your motives.”
“Come with me.” He led me through the mansion and down some stairs until we came to another door.
“This room will explain everything.” he placed his hand upon the door and spoke in a language I couldn’t understand. The door seemed to open like magic and he led me inside. What I said made me gasp.
There was a giant stone altar in the middle of the room. On that altar lay a black coffin. The only other thing in the room was a painting of a girl on the wall. This painting made me nearly faint. The girl in the painting, she looked exactly like me. I looked to Master with a confused expression on my face.
“Allow me to explain.” He opened his mouth and two fangs shot out of his gums. I stepped back. Partly in fear and partly in shock.
“I am a vampire. I have been alive for 681 years. I was turned when I was 21 in order to save me from the plague. And then in the 1800s when I lived in London I met the most beautiful women I had ever seen. But upon revealing my nature to her, she fled in horror at what I was. But when one of my attendants found you, I knew I had to make you mine. I want you to join me, become my mate for all eternity.” I had to let this all sink in. This man, whoever he was, was a bloodsucking creature of the night. And now he wanted me to be his mate, for all life. I felt like the room was spinning. I backed away from him against a wall.
“No… You…you’re insane! The kidnapping, the sex slavery, I could handle that. But if you think I’m going to believe you’re a vampire, you’re sick.” Out of nowhere I felt his hand strike against my face, knocking me to the floor. I could taste blood in my mouth. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
“Listen, bitch! Until this time I have been kind. But that’s over now. You will be mine for eternity whether you like it or not. Until such time you become grateful for what I have given you, you will be treated like an animal.” he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffed my hands behind my back. He jerked me up and began shoving me along. The tears were streaming down my face.
“Let’s go.” He forced me to walk until we came to his bed chambers. He dragged me in and threw me on the bed. He went to a bedside table grabbing a shackle and chaining my ankle to one of the bed posts.
“Let me go, you bastard! I’m not your mate and I’m not your whore!” I was answered with another slap to my face.
“SILENCE!” I shut my mouth.
“If you won’t accept your situation then I will treat you like a whore.” He ripped my dress from my body.
He then ripped his own clothes from his body. Revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. And an 8 inch cock that look nearly 3 inches thick. A moan of appreciation escaped my lips. He smiled at my reaction.
He then lay his body on top of mine. Our eyes met and he spoke to me in a low growl.
“I had planned to make our first time together gentile, romantic. But if you wish to be treated like a common whore, then I will.” I opened my mouth to protest but before I could he rammed his tongue in my mouth. He probed around in my mouth. Exploring every little bit of it. He ran his cock up and down the entrance to my cunt. He pulled his mouth away and I let up a slight whimper. He poised himself at my entrance and started pushing himself in. I cried out in agonizing pain. It was too much.
“Ma…master, it’s…its too big. Ah! Please, please stop!!” My pleas fell upon deaf ears. He continued to push into me until he hit that precious barrier.
“No! Please don’t!”
“Shut up! Not only do I intend to take your sweet virginity, I plan on making you mine forever. Whether you like it or not.” I began to cry once again. Begging him not to do this. But my worst fears were come true when he gave a hard thrust into me; tearing my hymen. The pain only lasted a second. Drake began thrusting in and out again. I began to thrash about. Trying to fight him even more. He grabbed my face.
“Look at me.” he growled. My eyes were forcibly transfixed on his hypnotic gaze.
“If you continue to fight me, I will be forced to punish you even more. If you relent yourself to me, I can open up a whole new life for you. Full of passion, romance, and pleasure.” I tried to calm myself down. Relax my breathing until my sobs became soft whimpers. A smile spread across his face.
“That’s my girl.” He continued pushing into me until I felt his whole 8 inches in me. He then began thrusting in and out. Starting slow but picking up speed. I kept trying to resist him but my body soon began to betray me. The pain and hate I felt was replaced by pleasure.
“God Rachel! You’re so tight!” His member was so large I felt like I was going to be split in two. He moved his hands up my waist to my breasts. He gently pinched the nipples, causing me to gasp.
“Master! I’m going to cuuuuuuuum!” I could feel my orgasm building up in me. He continued his relentless pound until finally the climax came. I cried out his name, despite my orders.
“Drake!!” I felt his hot seed gush in me and my juices exploded around his cock. He rolled off of me and my body continued to quiver with echoes of the orgasm. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. Pure bliss. His hand continued to kneed my best. I bit my lip in pleasure. I rolled over to look at him.
“I’m sorry master. I didn’t mean to call you by your name. I’ll understand if you need to punish me.” And I realized then, I was totally in his control. He realized that too. He moved to the bedpost and released my ankle from the shackle.
“Because you realize your mistake, I will let it slide.” He moved me into a spooning position and pulled me close to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Soon, you will come to accept your true fate. But for now, rest my love.” The tears began to well in my eyes but I slowly relented to sleep.

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Hey I’m brad I’m currently 17. I have brown hair, green eyes a good body wouldn’t say it’s amazing I have an oncoming six pac from working out in the gym but apart from that I’m 5 foot 11 inches tall and weigh 9st and something. I feel that my worst feature is my penis because it hasn’t grown since I was fourteen it’s still only 6 and a half inches and 2 inches round but apart from that I think everything is ok, but I guess most guy’s are not always happy with their package. Anyway enough about me and on to the story
This took Place almost three years ago when I was fourteen and had known I was Interested it boys for a few years but never acted on it. I had always found it weird how I never found girls attractive but pretty, just never took interest. It was September and I had never been a confidant guy but this summer I thought screw it I am gunna do it this year. You see I had had a crush on this boy since I was thirteen and he was ten his name was James and he had the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen they were green but slightly blue and everytime he would see me or I made him laugh or we had any type of interaction his eyes would sparkle, he also had a very nice body when he took his top off and I saw his body I felt instantly hot flushed and immediately felt my dick start to harden which wasn’t to hard to hide in my waistband of my red shorts but still from that moment I knew I had some sexual attraction to James. James has black hair always messy and as I said before a very nice body but the best thing is his bum it is so round and purcky it would melt you’re mind. There was one problem with this crush I had James was best friends with my little brother Adam they are always in the house and one time when I was in my room James came in because Adam was on the toilet and he wanted to see how I was which I thought was very cute.
James: hi brad. Adams on the toilet again and I just wanted to see you… and ask how you were.
Me: aww you’re so cute sometimes James. I’m fine thanks how are you doing heard you were told off yesterday for swearing?
James: oh who told you that? ( he started to blush )
Me: Adam don’t worry I’m not telling you off silly I’m only asking
James: I know but I didn’t want you to find out
Me: why its not that bad mate
After that I gave him a hug because he seemed like he was Pretty upset by it. I don’t know why I felt I had to give him a hug it just felt like the right thing to do James then moved his hands from my back and placed his right hand on my upper leg by my groin and he went to say something.
James: Bradley I ….. Um I….. Like you
Me: ( giggling as I say this). I … Like you too James you know were friends you don’t have to tell me.
He went to say something else but the toilet flushed and he quickly moved his hand and left my room slightly embarrassed but as he walked out I noticed his trousers were pushed out a little bit, but I didn’t think much of it.
A few days later I was in the garden sun bathing in some spedos because they showed off my little bubble but and I liked sitting there in my garden feeling almost naked. There was a knock at the door and when I went to answer it a familiar face was on the other side of the glass window.
James: is Adam here brad?
Me: um I don’t know let me shout him (Adam! Adam you here?)
I don’t think he is in buddy
James did not look at my face but at my stomach And the buldge in my spedos as he answered me
James: can I…. Um…. Can I… (He took a breath then went bright red) can I please come in and wait for him?
Me: sure make you’re self at home buddy
After James entered the house he said I like you’re trunks I replied with a simple thanks I was shocked that he even paid attention to them I went back into the garden where I sat back down and then feeling really hot I decided to go for a swim in our little pool we got I didnt realise that James had followed me into the garden as I jumped in and emerged from the water James asked if he could join I said sure he said his mom was not in so he couldnt get trunks I said come in you’re underwear if you want to or are comftable with that.
As he took his top off I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful body. He took his shorts off reveling titey whites and the were White which would be see though, though the pool.
Me: I don’t think you should come in, in those buddy.
James: why not? ( sounding disappointed)
Me: because you’re pants are White and when they get wet they will go see though and you know I’ll see you’re thingy
James: oh I never knew that can I wear sone of you’re pants?
Me: sure let’s go to my room and see what I have
As I left the pool James giggled but I didn’t say anything about it. We walked into my room where I then went to my pants drawer and I took out a couple that I thought would fit him he then said to me something I was not expecting at all
James: brad you know when I was over before I told you I liked you
A little pause of silence
Me: um yeah what about it buddy ?
James : um well um errrr never mind it’s not Important
Me: are you sure? I’m a good listener
After a while James choose his underwear they were a pink and yellow pair of trunks and they were a little baggy but I just did the strings up so they wouldn’t fall down on his slim body. As I went to leave the room James grabbed my arm and pushed me on the bed well a gentel nudge I aked him what was wrong and he said something completely random And unexpected
James : do you wank? ( after he said it he looked at the floor bright red and his hands were shacking)
Me: um… Now and again why?
James: um… Because I do it too and wanted to know if you did it too
Me : oh that’s kinda random but ok buddy. ( we both giggled a little) wanna go to the pool?
James: I’m not really in the mood to swim now but I need to tell you something
There was that horrible pause and I said to James
Me : what’s up buddy ?
James: I knew Adam was going to be out today and I used me calling on him as an excuse to spend time with you. I’m so sorry if I’ve upset you.
Me: you’ve not upset me. I’m just a little confused as to why you would have to make an excuse up to spend time with me. You know I enjoy being around you. Your a good laugh and were good mates.
What happened next was completely unexpected and I couldn’t believe that James would ask.
James: brad when I told you that I liked you I ment it but I did not mean it In a friendly way. I like you like I like some girls in school but I like you a lot more and when I wank it’s always about you and I came over to day because I was on the Internet and I saw something and I want to try it with you And now you hate me don’t you?
I was so shocked when he said this to me I did not know how to react at first I thought I was hearing things and I was like don’t be silly brad he didnt just say that. But then I heard James start to cry and he was getting up to leave so I got up picked him up put him on my bed and cuddled up to him and explained his I felt
Me: James I don’t hate you at all infact if you want the truth I really like you as well and have for a very long time. I have a confesstion to make I have wanked over you a lot ( he giggled and said really?)
I know im older than you but I do like you a lot and I just though since you told me I should tell you.
After that James stopped crying and whipped away his tears and sat up allowing me to check him out without him knowing. I then asked James what he saw on the internet and he said he was on google and he wondered how guys have sex so he typed in how do 13 and 10 year old boys have sex. He said he found a link and clicked on it. He said it took him to a vedio of two guys having sex he said he licked it then asked me another unexpected question
James: have you had sex before?
Me: no why have you?
James: no but I want to
Me: what do you mean by that James?
James: let me show you ?
I didn’t know what he ment but all of a sudden he stood up and said I saw them start like this don’t move and relax. I was extremely confused by this and then realized what was about to happen I didn’t want to affend or upset him by saying no and I really wanted to have sex with James but I knew it was gunna change things between us and I was not sure if it would be good or bad. But I decided to go along with it.
James then began to put his hand on my body. First my neck then slowly down to my nipples as he did this I began to breath more rapidly and began to get extremely turned on by this as he brushed his hands over my nipples I stopped him and said enough. This is how I do it I then stood up and pulled him up with me I slowly brought his lips close to mine and he moaned a little when we touched once I broke the kiss I slowly started kissing his neck, he started to breath faster saying ” don’t stop please ohhh yeah” as I met his nipples I started to gently nibble on then this drove him mad he kept saying ” stop wank me now please I want you” I had to admit I was a little shocked at how horney and forward he was but the way he said it made me instanty as hard as can be my dick was throbbing though my spedos. James stood up and pulled off my pants in one swift movement. He had such such soft skin I felt like I was in heaven I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to see his dick just yet I was saving it. I slowly made my way down his stomach feeling his dick throb on my abs this made me moan because it felt great. I couldn’t wait any longer I looked down at his cock while we were both stood with hard ons. He had an amazing dick it was completely pubeless it was abot four inches and was so cute I got on my knees and teased the shit out of him I started licking his inner thigh and then I smelled his boy sent and it was freaking amazing I almost came then and there
After about half a minuet of teasing James I could clearly see his dick needed attention badly. So I grabbed the base Of his throbbing boy cock and slowly started to stroke it as soon as I touch it Jane tilted his head back and sighed I started to increase my pase and James started to almost shout how good he was feeling he was moaning “Ohhhhh yeah just like that oh brad yes faster yeah ohhh” I loved the way he said my name he started to go breathless and I knew he was feeling so good I suddenly stopped and pushed him onto the bed I said to him “do you like that baby” James winked and put his finger next to my lips and said I wanna wank you without any instructions or hesitation James pulled at my spedos and just sat there on my bed a while just looking at my dick I shave my lubes because I like to be hairless but that’s just me. James said wow it so big and chubby I just laughed and said it may be big to you haha. James said can I start, I giggled and said whenever you’re ready he grabbed my dick with both hands and started to slowly pump I have to admit having his small hands stroking my dick send shivers up my spine and I felt amazing I started to moan and James thought he hurt me so he stopped and almost cried out “oh my god are you ok have I hurt you I’m so sorry I’ll stop” I just looked at him and smiled and said “don’t worry I’m fine you just do such a good job I felt so good I’ll not to do that again sorry James”
I asked James if he was sure this is what he wants and he didn’t hesitate to tell me how he felt he thought that I was never going to allow this to happen. I just thought I really want this. I told James to lie down on the edge of the bed and I got in-between his legs and asked him if he was ok he replied with a cute grin ” what are you waiting for suck me off” I loved how forward he was so whiteout hesitation I out his cock in my mouth with ease when i felt that I had it all in my mouth I closed my lips and started to go up and down slowly teasing him until he grabbed my hair and started to pump his dick in and out my mouth while doing thus James was practacly screaming my name ” oh yeah arrrrrrrgggggg suck!!! Yes BRAD OH YES BRAD BRAD BRAD OHHHHHH” I new that if I carried on he would cum or have a dry orgasm I wasn’t sure if he could cum or not at the time. I stopped sucking and James said ” my turn with a wink” I was unsure because I was scared of hurting him he was special to me like china I didnt want to break him if you get my drift. I wanted to shove my dick all the way down his throat, I felt James slowly make his way up my shaft with his young tounge he looked straight into my eye and then put my head in I thrust my head back and moaned from the intense pleasure I have never had a blow job before and James did it like a fucking pro I started to bob his head up and down at a madmans pace I was almost crying from pleasure ” arrrrgggggggg baby don’t stop oh yeah I’m gunna….. shit.. I’m …stop argggggg” I was so close to cumming I had to stop James and he was disappointed because he wanted to taste my cun I said it an almost panting tone ” I…. Need a minuet…”
What happened next I did not think would ever happen put James went into my bottom drawer where I keep my shirts and pulled out a condom came over and kissed me this kiss was so intense I could feel the passion as our lips collided I felt the need to take an adventure in his mouth so I thrust my tounge in and we kissed like that for ever he whispered in my ear I want you to bum me and I wan to do it back I was reluctant to do it because I knew he would get hurt.
Me : I dunno it will hurt
James: please brad I want it to be you for my first
I thought this kid is so young but seems to be very mature for his age and I liked that Alit so I agree under the cindition that he tells me if it is too much
So without another words I opened the condom and put it on I took the KY lube and told James I would stretch him first. I asked him to lie on his stomack and I loved how his cute little butt just looked like a mountain of candy it looked AMAZING. I had never thought about eating a guy out before because I thought it was always nasty but James was different I couldn’t resist so I spread his cheecks apart And told him to relax I the. Put my tounge a the rim of his nice pink tight hole as soon as my tounge touch the ri
He shuddered and moaned ” wow that’s great arrrrggggg yeah more deeper oh brad!” As soon as he said my name I shoved my tounge in as deep as I could litarly eating him out he started to shake and scram my name ” brad harder YES FUCKING LICK ME YOU SEXY BOY!! errrrgggggg Hess SSS just like that!!” I stopped licking and placed my fore dinger at his hole which looked like it craved attention I inserted a finger slowly at first James seemed to squirm In pain so I stopped he said to keep going so I inserted another finger all of a sudden ” Ooooohhhhhh that feels sooo gooood Yes BRAD GIVE IT TO ME! I asked how he would like to be he said that the boys In the vedio were on top of each other so I said shall I lie down and you sit on me or shall you he on you’re stomach he wanted to be on top so I lied Down on the bed and James started to position himself above my acking cock I started to loose control just seeing this boy that I wanted for so long about to loose his viginity and take mine I felt pressure on my cock and James had the head pop in with not problem but it was so tight it was soo good. After about a minuet of James getting used to it he started to bob up and down trying to get more in I felt him hit the end of my dick and I grabbed his hips and asked if he was on he was breathing so heavy and just saying my name over and over again screaming ” Arrrgggggg YES YES YES DO IT LIKE THAT. YES BEAD FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH YES OH ERRRRGGGG YEAH YEAH BRAD!!” I knew I was not going to last long so I grabbed James cock and started pumping away and sla ing me into his prostate I Kelly this up for a good five minuets James screaming ” YEAH WANK ME FUCK ME GIVE IT TO ME BUM ME BUM ME YES ARRRRGGGG” I started moAning louder ” ohhhh yeah keep going like that Fuck IM GUNNA OF YEAH YEAH OHHHH YES”. SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAP IN OUT IN OUT iz felt myself on the brink of exploding I pulled James of me took the condom of and shoved my dick down his throut he starting sucking and wanking ” OHHH SUCK ME JAMES YES YES YES OH IM GUNNA …. OHH IM CUMMING SHIT ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH YES” all of a sudden my cock erupted 1.. 2…. 3….. 4…..5….. 6 shots of cum it was too much for James and he let most of it fall out of his mouth as I cam down from my orgasm James smiled and said my turn. I bent over and names put it nice four inch dick in my ass with ease it felt great it was just the right size I was tight because I’ve never been fucked before James started panting after about a minuet….. BANG BANG BANG SLAP SLPA SLAP ” Arrrrggggg yeah oh yeah so good yeah aeeerrgggggggggggg yes I’m gunna yes TAKE IT BRAD YEAH IM OHHHHHH. YEAH IM YEEESSSSSZ!!!! with that james started to shudder in me and around me he was almost nit breathing from that orgasm after he was done he said ” I take it were boyfriends” I just smiled and got dressed then we went downstatis and watched TV and played on the xbox he went home a happy boy.
An unexpected sentence let to an unexpected relationship. I hope you enjoyed this is my first ever story but there are plenty more to come please give feedback and if needed constructive criticism thanks
Take care for now
Brad 🙂 xxx

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Lois has always shared her sexual experiences with her best friend Robyn but when her Stepdad Chris walks in on them things may be about to change.