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Andy’s Dad

This is my first attempt at erotica, so please be merciful. I wrote this story as a request from another member I met a while ago (I had a different account at the tme). If you like my writing and have a fantasy you’d like me to write into a story, don’t hesitate to ask. My only conditions are these:
-Nothing about underage kids (16 is the age of consent in my country)
-Nothing about animals (they cannot give consent)
-Nothing about people being violated or otherwise abused against their will. BDSM is fine, so long as all parties consent.
Anyway here is the story. Hope you enjoy!!
Andy’s Dad
Part I
The girls couldn’t help but giggle a little as they looked at the screen. At 18, neither Andy nor her best friend Amy had felt the pleasure of a man’s touch. Amy’s finger scrolled down on the mouse wheel, revealing even more pictures. Neither of them was giggling now; instead they both gazed intently at the men on the screens. Amy started to scroll to the next page when Andy stopped her.
“Wait,” she said, holding on to Amy’s wrist, “look at that one!”
Andy pointed at an older man, in his mid 40s perhaps. His hair had a touch of grey but his smile revealed the confidence of age and maturity. There was not a hint of discomfort in his face and unlike the others they had seen up until this point, he did not look like he was posing for picture. It almost seemed to Andy as if the photographer had caught him in a candid shot and yet, he also looked as if he knew he was being watched. Andy’s eyes roamed his body, and her hand had already begun moving between her legs when her friend broke her gaze.
“What’s so special about him?” She said. “He’s kinda old.”
“He’s just so sexy though,” Andy retorted, “look at his eyes. I bet he knows how to please a girl.”
Amy looked at her friend confusedly. “I guess so. What about this guy though? Look at those abs!”
The mouse cursor was restingon a young, hairless man, with sparking muscle and shoulder length blonde hair, a bright white smile, and an erection bigger than either of the girls had seen up until that point.
“Look at the size of that thing…” Amy said, engrossed by the sight of his engorged penis.
But Andy could not look away from the older man they had come across. He was perfect in her eyes and the moisture between her legs confirmed her attraction. She knew she’d soon have to satiate her desires and could hardly keep her hands from drifting into position in her friend’s presence. ‘Amy must feel the same way’ she thought, looking down between her friend’s legs. Amy was totally absorbed by the man she examining on screen and hardly noticed Andy’s gaze. Andy stood up to go.
“I think I should go see if dad needs help with dinner.” She said.
“Sure.” Said Amy, eyes still fixed on the screen. “That’s a good idea.”
Andy smiled to her self as she left her friend’s room. “Bye Amy” she called back, “don’t forget our movie night tomorrow!”
“Ok. You too.” Amy yelled back disinterestedly.
Andy walked at a steady pace towards her father’s house. The southern California sun was hot, but it was the image of the older man which had Andy sweating today. As she turned the at the end of Amy’s street she felt a cool breeze lift her skirt up slightly and cool the inside of her thighs. That was when she realized the extent of her wetness. She needed to get home, she needed to take her skirt and panties off, she needed to satisfy herself and she needed to to it fast. Her pace quickened. She could feel the sweat now dripping down from her neck and behind her ears, slowly making its way down inbetween her perky breasts. She could not get that image out of her mind. The chest, strong and chiseled, the dark trail of hair leading down to his not yet erect penis, the grey eyes, which seemed to shoot beams of confidence and sexual energy out at her, and the masculine hands, worn from years of work, but still energetic and searching for a place on her body to rest. She finally opened the front door and was hit by a wave of cold air conditioned air.
“Andy! Is that you?” Her father yelled out from the living room. No time to talk. She had already started making her way up stairs to her room.
“Andrea!” He yelled out again. “Are you ok?”
She had made to the top of the stairs and turned around to find her dad looking up at her from below.
“I’m fine dad. I just need to change out of these sweaty clothes.”
“I’ve never seen you in such a rush.” He answered. “You look flushed. Are you sure everything’s ok?”
Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was her excited sexuality. Whichever it was, Andy knew she was no longer looking at her dad the same way she had done this morning when she kissed him on the cheek before heading to school. The hair around his temples had greyed a little. Her mother’s infidelity had made the past year difficult for him; she had found a younger man. For the first time since her mother’s betrayal, Andy had noticed, or at least thought she noticed, the sexual tension in her father’s countenance. She knew he had not been with a woman since her mother and, now more than ever, felt not only the emotional turmoil in his heart, but the sexual frustration in his step. His hazy blue eyes looked up at her and seemed to search her body, once resting on her breasts, once on her smooth, shapely legs, and finally on her slightly parted lips.
“Are you ok?” He repeated.
“Y-yes, daddy.” She replied meekly. “I just need to get out of these clothes.”
“Oh.”
“Because they are sweaty. And it’s hot.” She immediately added nervously.
“Ok honey.” He said, as he began turning back towards the living room.
“Oh one more thing dear. Don and I are going out to a pub tonight so you’ll have to make your own dinner tonight.”
“Ok dad,” Andy answered as she rushed into her room.
She closed her curtains and began tearing off her clothes as quickly as she could. She stood for a moment, completely naked, her arms and legs spread out, and let the cool air engulf her hot sweaty body. Her nipples hardened as the sweat evaporated from her heaving tits. She closed her eyes and slowly began running her hands down the length of her body, over her breasts and hardened nipples and down towards her wet pussy. The first touch sent shivers through her body. She began gently sliding her fingers between her lips, careful not to put slide them too deep into her young pussy. She had done this a few times before, but never had she been so aroused, so captivated by the image of the older man. She began moaning as she imagined his fingers exploring her young pussy. She was possessed by this image; he was the manifestation of sex in her mind. She could hardly feel the pain as she bit down on the fingers of her left hand, while her right furiously beat against her throbbing clit. With her eyes still closed and her mind overcome by images of well experienced hands holding her down, penetrating her, taking her to the heights of pleasure, she mounted a pillow on her bed and began frantically thrusting her hips across its surface. Torrents of pleasure rushed through her as she reached the height of sexual ecstasy.
As the orgasm dissipated she realized it was not the man she had seen on Amy’s computer she was imagining. The man who she just imagined herself riding, the man who had made her cum so violently was her father. She looked down at the stain on her pillow in amazement. The shuffling of feet behind her door made no impression on her.
Part II
Andy lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The initial shock had long been replaced by a sense of shameless curiosity. Her thoughts were nebulous, impossible to penetrate or identify. She could hardly tell what she was thinking and only knew how she felt. She recognized the thirst she had awakened that afternoon. She knew it could no longer be quenched by the beating of her hands or the swaying of her hips against fabric. Deep down she knew only one thing would satisfy her young desire, though she dare not admit it openly to herself.
Just as she felt the warmth once again returning to her loins, her phone’s vibrating shook her violently from her sexual reverie. It was Amy. The text read “Jose finally asked me out!!!” Andy knew Amy had been waiting a long time for her crush, but could not share in her friend’s excitement. In fact she could hardly understand why her friend was so interested in these boys. They held no fascination for her, no mystery. Arrogant, yet insecure, brash, yet cowardly, incapable of holding a conversation and interested only in themselves. She needed someone confident and interesting, someone to show her the world, while shielding her from its dangers. She knew exactly who she was imagining.
It was about 6 in the evening when Andy got out of bed, dressed in pjs and left her room, having satisfied herself as best she could without the aid of the man she had been dreaming of. She weakly walked down stairs, her legs trembling with every step, and poured a glass of cold water. The afternoon’s ecstasies had left her muscles weakened and tired. She dropped herself on the couch and turned on the tv. Stock market news. Her dad kept a close watch on the endless ebb and flow of stocks. Though these numbers would help determine her future, they held little meaning to her in youth. She cycled through a few channels, eventually landing on the ‘family channel’ and yet another preteen drama. She remembered enjoying these shows as a child and watching them now held a certain sort of nostalgic pleasure. She knew that the plots were poorly thought out and that the acting left something to be desired, but nevertheless, felt comfortable watching. Without thinking she crossed her legs, as she had done many years ago, and instinctively smiled at the weak attempts at humor coming from her tv. Yet, something was different now. The characters seemed over sexualized to her. The oldest in this show was no more than 13 and yet already had a boyfriend. Andy thought about herself at the age. She had no interest in boys. At 18, she still hadn’t had a boyfriend. She suddenly felt uneasy and turned the tv off.
She walked back up the stairs towards her room. Perhaps the internet would afford a few hours of entertainment instead. She drearily walked past the bathroom door, but doubled back when something caught her eye. Her dad had forgotten to close the door. It was slightly ajar. At first she decided to ignore it and started towards her room, but her curiosity was too strong. She tip toed her way towards the bathroom door, trying as hard as she could not to make a noise. The opening only gave her a view of the mirror and all she could see the reflection of the shower curtain. She could hear her dad inside drying off with a towel but could not see anything. Andy slowly adjusted her viewing angle, standing flat against the wall.
Her eyes widened as they found what they had been looking for. Her dad was drying off his dark hair, dripping wet and completely naked. Her heart began to race. She scanned his powerful body with her eyes. He had the body of a swimmer, if not for the black hair that covered his chest and ran down his stomach. She watched as beads of water ran danced through chest hair and ran past strong abs towards his long soft member. It hung there, limp, swaying with the movement of his arms as he furiously dried his hair. She watched as a single bead emerged from the hair around its base, and slowly tricked down the shaft, getting caught at the lip of the head, before forcing its way over, and sliding off his head as though it reached an imaginary target. The path it blazed was singed in her memory and in that moment she imagined it making its way down his thick shaft more times than she could even count. Andy was so mesmerized with what she was seeing that she did not even notice the wetness between her thighs. She swallowed the entire image, not allowing a single moment to escape her memory. Her eyes rested on every feature of his body, his nipples, hardened from the cold, his slender, toned thighs, his sculpted abs, covered by a thin layer of black hair, his biceps, flexing as his hands gripped the moistening toil, and his genitals bobbing with each motion. She had never seen a more perfect image of masculinity and sexual energy. Andy wanted nothing more than to burst into the bathroom and throw herself at him, offering her body as a sacrifice to the adonis she saw before her. She could almost feel his firm grip around her waste and his deep voice directing her every motion. Lost in her fantasies, her right hand had, without her bidding, found its way into her panties. Her middle finger circled her clit furiously. She looked back inside the bathroom and saw that he had turned away from her and had one leg raised on the edge of the bathtub. Her hand slowed as she took in this new image. His back was to her and she could see his butt for first time and, with legs slightly parted, his swaying ballsack as well. With her left hand she reached forward, almost hoping for a touch. He might as well have been a mile away but she could not help but hope. Without warning he turned around and looked directly at the mirror for the first time.
“Andy is that you?” He said, puzzled.
She immediately pulled her hand out of her pants and scurried off to her room, not daring to provide an answer to his inquiry. Her body burned with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she had watched for so long! Why not get your fill and leave! Why sit there and watch when you know he will eventually see you! She had been transfixed by his nakedness and could not hope to answer these questions. She rushed into her room and shut the door, breathing heavily, her cheeks flaming red. She paced around the room not know what to do next. Does she go back out there and act like nothing happened? Does she simply stay in her room until the next morning and hope he forgets? But how could he forget something like that? She slumped onto her bed not knowing what to do. Then came a knock at her door.
“Andy?” His deep voice said.
“Yes dad?” She meekly offered back.
“I’m heading out now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, ok sweetie?”
“Ok.” She could barely muster up the word.
“Love you dear” he said as he walked away.
“You too dad” she whispered.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he simply wouldn’t mention what happened. Maybe he was just as embarrassed as she was. Either way she was glad he did not bring it up. She was also glad that she had the rest of the evening to recall what she had seen and the privacy to enjoy it as thorougly as she pleased.
-Stay tuned for part III-

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MY Stepfather 4

I had settled into my new life the best I could. On the positive side I was free to be the girl I was and my room in the new house reflected that. It was painted pink and I had a nice canopy bed and a vanity and all the clothes I could want. On the bad side I was taken away from everything I had known my 15 years. My mother had died and I couldn’t see any of her family, especially my grandma, as they wouldn’t understand me being a girl. Also Daddy did his best to control and isolate me. I never had a lot of friends, but now I didn’t have any. As we lived outside town I couldn’t go anywhere and since Daddy home schooled me(in how to satisfy him ), I was always home except when he took me someplace, which was rare.
Since Daddy was now retired he didn’t do much but watch T.V., drink beer and fuck me. Although I liked being fucked, I wished he would treat me with a little kindness. I was there to satisfy him, not to be satisfied myself, and to do housework. Since we lived outside town, the house had a good amount of property and we didn’t have any neighbors close by. Because of this, Daddy liked to fuck me in the backyard or have me give him blowjobs while he was barbecuing.
One morning after breakfast Daddy told me I would be going to the doctor later that day. I was surprised as since I had become a girl I hadn’t been to the doctor, as well as I felt fine.
“Daddy I’m not sick, why are we going to the doctor?” I asked.
He slapped my face and yelled “Don’t question me slut. I’m doing this for you. Just be ready at 3:00 P.M. “
Needless to say I was ready. Since we were going to a doctor I dressed down, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. We drove into town in Daddy’s new pickup truck. We went into the doctor’s waiting room and Daddy checked in with the receptionist. The office was in a shabby building and the waiting room was worse. The linoleum floor was cracked and the chairs were old and threadbare and the magazines were at least a year old.
After a minute the doctor came out. He told the receptionist since this was the last patient of the day she could leave. She immediately gathered her stuff and headed out. He turned to Daddy.
“Mr. Kozlowski can you follow me?” he said.
“I’ll be right back. Wait here” Daddy said and followed him through the door.
I sat and waited for a few minutes, when I heard Daddy’s voice loudly come through the door . I didn’t hear what he said so I crept close to the door to listen. Things had quieted down so I put my ear to the door.
I heard Daddy say “Yes I know that was our agreement, but I’m having second thoughts.”
“If you don’t want to that’s fine but then I can’t help you” I heard another voice say.
“I guess under the circumstances I don’t have much of a choice. Ok Doctor it’s a deal” Daddy answered.
I heard footsteps and I quickly retreated to my seat. The door opened and Daddy came out, followed by the doctor. Daddy walked up to me.
“Chrissy I want you to do what the Doctor asks. Do you understand me?” Daddy said. I just nodded yes.
“Alright I’ll be waiting out in the truck for you.”
With that he walked out the door.
“Chrissy, I’m Doctor Wilde. Would you please come with me.” the doctor said.
I got up and followed the doctor into his office. It was a dingy room with an old desk, a couple of file cabinets and two chairs, one on each side of the desk. The doctor sat down. He was tall and skinny with receding salt and pepper hair that could use a wash. He wore glasses and had a mustache.
“Please sit down Chrissy” he said gesturing to the empty chair. I sat and looked at my feet.
“Now Chrissy your father tells me you were born a boy, but you feel you are a girl. Is that correct?” he asked.
“Well he’s really my step dad, although he has legally adopted me” I answered “I’ve never discussed it before , but yes I’ve always felt like and wanted to be a girl.”
“Good, good. So in no way were you coerced into this. I have to ask since you’re a minor you understand” he said.
“No I’m not coerced. It would be easier if I was normal, but what can I do?” I said.
“You shouldn’t say you’re not normal, just sometimes things don’t work out easy. But hopefully I can help you in this transition. Now I’m going to have to give you an exam before treatment begins but let me tell you the plan and then you can ask any questions you might have” he said.
“The plan is to start you on a special hormone treatment of mine for now and see how you react. At the least this should prevent you from developing more male characteristics such as facial hair growth, your voice deepening and so forth. The regimen I use has been very successful in not only arresting male development, but in promoting female development as well. If you respond well, hopefully your hips will widen some, your skin will get softer, your hair thicker and perhaps you might get some breast growth.”
“Wow” I said “ all that.” My mind raced from the possibilities.
“Yes, you might be surprised from the modest location, but I have successfully treated many transsexual patients even some coming as far away as N.Y.C. My main practice is mostly locals with government provided care, but my true passion is helping young ladies such as yourself.”
He said this with great fervor and I detected lust in his eyes.
“No more questions, good. Now please step into the examining room and change into a gown and I’ll be in shortly” he said indicating a door.
I went into the room and started to undress. There was a paper gown on the examining table. It was one of the adjustable kinds that could allow you to sit up or lay flat. It was in the sitting position and had a sheet of paper covering it, as well as two small stirrups at the foot end. I put my clothes on a chair. I left on my panties and put on the gown. I then sat on the table. After a few minutes the doctor came in the room.
“Ok Chrissy let’s begin” he said “I’ll first take a blood sample, just as a precaution. It shouldn’t hurt too much.”
He proceeded to take a blood sample, take my blood pressure, look in my ears and mouth, test my reflexes and listen to my heartbeat. Before putting the stethoscope on my chest he breathed on it first.
“That way it will be nice and warm on you” he said with a creepy smile. His teeth were stained brown, probably from smoking, I guessed.
“Now if you will raise your gown I have to examine your genitalia” he said leering.
Reluctantly I raised the gown revealing my panties.
“Ah a shy girl for a change. I like that” he said. He reached out and hooked the waistband and pulled down until they were removed.
“Now you are perfectly functional I was told. I will need you to have an erection for a proper measurement. Don’t worry I can help” he said before leaning in and taking me into his mouth.
I was shocked a doctor would do that, but it was also the first time ever that someone sucked my dick. I quickly forgot my shock as his warm lips and tongue made my dick grow.
I got scared and I said “I think you should stop because I don’t think Daddy would like this” even though it felt real good.
He took his mouth off me but began to stroke me with his hand. “I’m sure he doesn’t like it, but that’s our agreement” he said while stroking me. “When I treat my special patients I never charge them a monetary fee. I just have a sexual encounter for each treatment. I prefer it this way. Didn’t your stepfather tell you to follow my instructions.”
I nodded yes at him. He then put his mouth on my dick and started sucking again. It felt so good that I started to moan. The doctor stopped and lifted my legs and placed my feet in the stirrups. He gripped my dick again and then started to lick my small, shaved balls. After a few minutes of attention there, his tongue worked it’s way down to my tight little hole. It felt good as he lapped at me. He then used the thumb and fingers on his free hand to spread my cheeks, so he could stick his tongue into my hole. The doctor pushed his tongue in deep and began to rotate it, which drove me crazy. I actually grabbed his head and tried to push him further up my ass.
“Oh yes fuck my ass with your tongue. Don’t stop please” I gasped.
To my disappointment he actually removed his tongue, but quickly replaced it with a long thin finger which he slid up my fuck hole. He began to slide it in and out and soon slipped a second finger in there, at which time he started to suck my dick again. I let out a gasp as his fingers began hitting my special spot. I began to writhe as he continued his two pronged assault on me. Within a minute I was on the edge and I managed to say “Yes I’m going to cum.”
Doctor Wilde pulled his mouth off me and stroked me with his free hand. On his third stroke my dick started to cum. My first shot arched high in the air before landing on my chest. My next few landed on my stomach. He continued finger fucking me hard while I came. With a shudder I released my last spurt just above my dick. Doctor Wilde then began to lap up my cum from my stomach. His long fingers scooped up the cum on my chest and he licked his fingers clean.
“Delicious, Chrissy, you taste just like a special girl should. Unfortunately I forgot to measure you. But no matter, we are far from finished. And since you are so young I’m sure you won’t have any problem getting hard again. But now it’s time for me to release my penis from my trousers.”
Doctor Wilde reached down and fished his cock from his trousers. It was already hard and it suited him as it was long and thin. He stepped to the head of the table and adjusted it so it was flat. He held his cock in one hand and put it by my mouth. I didn’t need any guidance here. I opened my mouth and swallowed it around halfway down. I swirled my tongue around the head and shaft, then started to slide my lips up and down the shaft taking him to the back of my mouth with each movement of my head. I reached out and grabbed a hip for leverage and began to rapidly work his cock back and forth in my mouth. I then slightly adjusted the angle of my head so the doctor’s thin cock slid into my throat. I kept going further until my lips were against his tan trousers.
This prompted him to let out a loud moan. “OOOHHH yes Chrissy, deep throat me yes. You are young but you are a little cocksucker aren’t you” he grunted.
I just continued to suck him, hoping he would cum soon, but the doctor had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved between my legs. With my feet in the stirrups I was totally open for anything he wanted to do. He put the head of his cock right against my wet hole and pushed the head in. I let out a little gasp as he drove it all the way in. His tongue and fingers had loosened me up sufficiently that he could go deep. Although he wasn’t nearly as thick as Daddy, he was actually longer and went deeper than I had ever taken before. He paused a minute, before pulling back until just his head was inside me. He then thrust all the way in again. He gripped my thighs and began a slow steady rhythm of fucking for the next few minutes. The doctor was very methodical, barely varying in his approach. He fucked me at his speed, sliding his cock all the way in until his trousers rubbed against my ass then almost withdrawing from me.
“Chrissy I want you to stroke you penis as I fuck you” he said “and let me know when you are full erect” the doctor told me, as he continued to sodomize me.
When I reached for my dick the doctor spit on it a couple of times. I gripped my dick and worked his saliva into my skin. I was hard quickly, as I was never allowed to play with myself when being fucked by Daddy. I ran my hand up and down my small shaft while he continued pumping my ass. It took the doctor talking to me to remember his earlier instructions, as I was greatly enjoying myself.
“Chrissy are you erect yet?” he asked me, snapping me out of my sex daze.
“Yes Doctor I am” I replied “I’m sorry, I was caught up in the moment.”
“That’s quite alright” the doctor said “it’s not always easy to concentrate while engaging in sexual relations.”
I almost laughed from the way he talked in a scientific manner even while fucking my 15 year old ass. He reached into a pocket of his white doctor coat and removed a roll tape measure. He paused in his thrusting and I removed my hand from my dick. He placed the end of the tape measure on my dick, above my balls and stretched it until reaching the tip.
“The length of your erect penis is 4 inches” he said.
He then wrapped it around the base of my dick, which was the widest part.
“And the circumference is also 4 inches” he said dispassionately.
He then rolled the tape measure up and placed it back in his pocket and resumed fucking me.
“Doctor” I asked “ isn’t that small for a penis?” using the proper term for my girly dick.
“Well Chrissy “ he said “there are too many variations to say for sure. You are on the smaller end of the spectrum, it is true. But having a larger penis doesn’t mean you have greater pleasure. And as you prefer the passive role I don‘t see how the size would matter and it‘s far easier to hide in your panties.”
While saying this, his face was starting to get red and his breathing more rapid. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and pulled out of me. He stepped back a little.
“Chrissy I would like you to get up and bend over the table please” the doctor said.
I did as I was told and he positioned himself behind me. He then slid his cock all the way inside me again. The doctor put his hand by my mouth.
“Spit on my hand Chrissy. Yes that’s a good girl” he said as I did as he asked.
He slid his hand to my hard dick and started to stroke it in time with his thrusts. It felt real good and I couldn’t help moaning from pleasure. He then grabbed my long brown hair with his free hand, pulling my head back while increasing his speed.
“That’s it Chrissy, I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that? I want your young ass to squeeze me until I can’t hold back. I want to fill you with my cum while you cum” he said pulling even harder on my hair. He was pounding me hard now, no longer in control, his hand stroking me fast. Suddenly I felt his mouth bite my neck and I lost it as cum shot out of me, onto the exam table.
“Oh yes Doctor, I’m cumming” I moaned as my body tightened on his thrusting cock and I continued to shoot cum out my girly dick.
“Yes that’s a good girl Chrissy” he said while still stroking me. I felt his cock spasm in me and start to empty his hot cum deep into me. After his cock stopped cumming it started to go soft inside me. Doctor Wilde groaned as he worked his cock out of me. There was a plopping sound as his head came free and I could feel some of his hot cum start to ooze out my fucked hole and run down my leg. I stayed like that a minute, trying to recover from my intense orgasm.
“Would you like some paper towel to clean up with?” Doctor Wilde asked me, as I saw he was cleaning himself.
“Thank you Doctor” I said, smiling shyly. I took the towels and began to wipe myself clean. I first wiped my dick and then began to dab at my hole.
“Hmm yes, sorry about the mess but your tight, young ass certainly made me cum a lot. Normally I would use a condom, but as your stepfather assured me that he is the only man to have relations with you, in that case it would be ok” he said.
“It’s alright, I didn’t mind” I answered.
The doctor had finished his clean up and had tucked himself back into his trousers.
“Now Chrissy we have a few things to go over, though I would appreciate if you would remain undressed as we do, just so I can admire you some more” he said while looking at my body with admiration.
My face turned bright red but I stayed naked.
“Now Chrissy “ the doctor began “allow me to talk first and then later you can jump in with any questions. You will have to come see me every two weeks for treatments. As well as that, once a week you will need to see a therapist for the mental aspects. If you don’t I can’t legally give you the medication. I’ve given your father a name of a nearby therapist who works with me. If you wish to discuss things with him fine. If not as long as he receives payment you can just stare at the wall for an hour. Your father, sorry stepfather, has also discussed your options about plastic surgery with me.”
“Doctor” I interrupted “two things. What kind of plastic surgery? And when did you discuss all this? Daddy wasn’t in the office very long.”
“Well to answer your second question first, he has been in contact with me since before you moved to Stroudsburg. I believe that is why he decided to relocate here. I have a certain reputation among the transsexual community. Normally it is the patient who contacts me directly, but since you are a minor I felt your legal guardian reaching out to me was fine. As to your first question the surgeries discussed were breast implant surgery as well as what is commonly called shaving the adam’s apple. It has a scientific name but that doesn’t matter” he said in a matter of fact manner.
My head was spinning. That’s why we moved to this town? Breast surgery, wow I loved that idea.
“And shaving my adam’s apple. What is that?” I asked.
“It’s a procedure to surgically remove some of your adam’s apple. It is one of many things done to make a male seem more feminine, as females have much less prominent adam’s apples. There also are many other procedures done, but in your case I doubt many would be needed. Nature has seemed to understand the female in you and you already appear very feminine. I feel the shaving would be minor and with my unique treatment regimen and your young age when starting treatment I believe you will appear more feminine than many genetic woman. Obviously breast surgery would be helpful in that regard” he concluded.
I had one more question. “What about a sex change surgery?”
“Well that is a possibility, but at the least you should be of legal age before consideration. Only you can decide if it’s for you or not. But I will say with SRS that though medicine has made great strides especially on the cosmetic level, science can’t equal nature. Obviously you couldn’t bear children, but though science has improved in preserving nerves in the area there isn’t any way to truly give you a female orgasm and you no longer could have a male one. Many transsexuals who had SRS have regretted it and many have not. It will be up to you. I hope I helped. Now you may get dressed and I’ll administer your meds and then you can go.”
When I left the office I met Daddy in the parking lot. He was pacing impatiently.
“It took you long enough” he said angrily “were you going at it the whole time, you whore.”
“No Daddy” I answered “ he had to examine me and tell me about a lot of things that you obviously had discussed with him without telling me anything.” I was mad that he had done all this without letting me know, since it was my body.
Looking sheepish for a moment he said “Sorry I didn’t let you know sooner. But Daddy knows best, so just do as you’re told. Let’s go.”
His humility sure didn’t last long. After we got home he told me to clean up so I showered and enema douched. Daddy was waiting for me in my room, naked with a big hard on.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees slut. It’s time for a real man to fuck you” he ordered.
“Yes Daddy” I said, quickly complying.
“Did that half a fag doctor have a cock like mine baby?” he asked as he rammed it deep into my already fucked hole.
“Oh no Daddy” I gasped through clenched teeth “his thing was much thinner.” But I was thinking he also treated me like a human being.
Assured of his own superiority Daddy pounded my ass hard and deep. His large, powerful hands gripped my hips tight, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. With each deep thrust his large, hairy balls slapped into my soft skin.
“Take it you little whore, take a man’s cock in your ass. Beg me for it bitch” he ordered.
“Yes Daddy, fuck me like this. You know I love it when you pound me good” I cried out. The sad thing was it was true. My dick had hardened and my moans were real. I liked being dominated during sex, I just wished he didn’t have to be so mean to me.
Daddy now grabbed both my shoulders in his hands and increased his already fast rhythm. I started to squeeze my ass muscles tight, bringing Daddy’s cock pleasure.
“That’s right slut, use that ass, you know that’s what you are good for. Milk Daddy’s cum. I’m going to cum in your whore ass” he said while crushing my shoulders in his viselike grip. He thrust a few more times into me, then I felt him shudder as his cock began emptying his load into me. With a groan his body pushed onto mine, forcing me flat on the bed with him on top, pinning my body down underneath him.
Over the next few months I continued to get treatments, both medical and sexual, from Doctor Wilde. Once a week I would go to the therapist, but I never talked with him. On the days when I visited Doctor Wilde, Daddy was always rougher and nastier than usual, as if to punish me. However even he couldn’t argue with the results. My hips did spread wider, my nipples became larger and more sensitive and the hair on my head became extremely thick and soft. At the beginning of summer I had my adam’s apple shaved and got a pair of pert B-cup breast implants. Daddy wanted me to get larger ones, but thankfully agreed to go for the ones that fit my slim body more proportionately. After the swelling went down, I was in heaven from my new profile. Daddy, as well as Doctor Wilde, certainly enjoyed them.
Daddy had me lay in the backyard in a thong bikini every day so I got a tan, and he loved my tan lines. All in all things weren’t that bad, but every cloud has a black lining and things soon would get much worse for your narrator, little old me.
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Choose your own adventure!!! Episode 4

Another installment in my choose your own adventure story. Please leave a comment with your vote for where Jack’s adventure should go next!
The consensus choice after last episode was choice B, follow Kelly into her house. So here we go:
I shrugged, shut the car off, and followed Kelly inside. Her tight ass bounced up the stairs and into her house, hypnotizing me the whole way.
“My parents have been out of town all week, so its been real lonely,” Kelly mused from the kitchen as I flopped down on the couch in the living room. “Hey, do you want something to drink?” she shouted.
“Sure, whatever’s cool,” I replied. Kelly reemerged with a cold soda and threw herself onto the couch.
“Then get it yourself, Jackie,” she giggled. Kelly reclined on the couch and, without any invitation, threw her bare legs across my lap. Kelly thought the world revolved around her and she excelled at making everyone else seem less important. Not that I minded her smooth, creamy legs splayed across me necessarily, but I knew from experience that Kelly was teasing me on purpose just to be a bitch. She reveled in it, teasing people (especially me), and leaving us with blue balls. It made her feel untouchable, better than who ever she was rousing.
For example: freshman year, Kelly had brought mistletoe into school around Christmas time and used it as a pretense to shower any boy she saw fit with kisses. Luckily, or unluckily, she decided it would be amusing to dangling the mistletoe over me all day long. Sure, there were upsides. She and I spent a lot of time kissing that day, something that as a freshman I wasn’t that used to yet, but in the end she laughed at me when I asked her out and I went home humiliated.
Last year, at a party and quite drunk, she singled me out in a game of ‘truth or dare’ that included me feeling her up, making out with her, and even briefly sliding my finger through what I must say felt like heavenly pussy lips. In the end, when the game was over and I approached her alone to see if we could continue, she reacted with the same smug attitude as always, silently asserting that she was far too superior for me.
And these are just the milestone events. That says nothing of the near daily flirtatious tickling and pinching and whatnot that aroused me every time but left me unsatisfied. Today was no different. As we chatted on the couch, about her and her problems of course, I noticed Kelly’s subtle leg movements, gently rubbing my crotch until a bulge began to grow. I knew the entire conversation, hell probably the entire ride home, was just a pretense for her to stroke her ego. I couldn’t help but be aroused, though. Her white-blonde hair haloed around a devilishly cute face, her full and luscious tits, the ample perfect skin she displayed at all times, all of it sent my hormones raging. In no time I was rock hard, which she surely felt but ignored, and the years of lust were boiling. I had been with other girls throughout high school, I wasn’t waiting for Kelly or something, but being teased like this made me crazy and horny like no other girl had.
“Well, I’m gonna run upstairs and hop in the shower, no peeping you fuckin’ perv!” she smiled, waggling a finger at me. I promised I would not and again was mesmerized by her fantastic ass as she disappeared upstairs.
I heard the water start to run and suddenly deviant thoughts crossed my mind. Compelled by lust and desire I stood up and stalked upstairs. A door on the left was closed and from within I heard the shower running. I snuck to the right, into Kelly’s room, and silently began looking for anything to stir my fantasies. I found her underwear draw quickly and I let myself briefly imagine her shapely ass strung up tight in any number of the slutty thongs she had. My cock strained in my shorts and, as if I had no other choice, I reach down and carefully pulled it out.
Then I found, at the bottom of the draw, the jackpot. A purple, ribbed dildo was buried among the undergarments. It smelled sweet and tangy, no doubt residue from who knows how many orgasms, and my cock nearly exploded in my hand. Then a funny thing happened. I looked at the dildo and noticed that it was a decent size but it was surely smaller than my cock. A thought crossed my mind, innocently, about what a shame it was that this was all Kelly had to pleasure herself, that she would throw this thing out the window if she felt what a real big cock felt like.
That thought started the events in motion. I buried the dildo and retreated but instead of bolting downstairs, as I half expected I would, I barged into the steamy bathroom, raging cock in hand. Kelly had just stepped out of the shower and was wrapping a towel around her head, her pristine body nude before me.
“Jackie, what the…” she started to yell but never finished, her gaze falling to my throbbing cock and her voice trailing off. I saw her look of awe, the hunger in her eyes.
I darted forward and slammed into her, locking her in a deep kiss. Her tongue probed mine for a moment, my cock pressed firmly against her moist skin, and then she pulled back.
“Uh, fuck, ahhhh!” she shouted as I roughly spun her and pressed the back of her neck, forcing her to bend over, my cock now poking against the soft skin of her perfect ass. With that hand I held her bent and with the other I lifted one of her legs, placing her foot on the toilet seat and opening her to me.
My cock brushed along the outside of her shaven bare pussy. “Jackie, no, fuck, what…” she tried to resist, her mumbling cut short by a deep sigh as I pressed my cock against her clit. I saw her pussy glisten, I felt her shudder at my touch, and I knew she wanted it.
I eased my cock into her tight pussy. She tried to protest, but each ‘no’ was followed by an ‘oooh’ or a mumbled ‘yes’. I was surprised to feel how tight she was, clamping around my fat cock as I penetrated her. I had always assumed she was a slut, she certainly came off as such, but maybe I was wrong.
I bottomed into her and felt her quake, a rippling orgasm making her legs wobble. That’s when I began my assault, taking out years of blue balls and sexual frustration in one furious fucking. I felt her rock against me, she was soaking wet and miraculously tight, and even though her mouth still said no her body was loving it. She said no but she didn’t fight back, I even let go of her with my hands and she made no effort to move away from me.
As I fucked her, mercilessly, I explored the body I’d craved for so long. I pinched her clit and let my fingers mingle into her folds. I cupped her beautiful tits and played with nipples I’d dreamed of countless times. I reached up and silenced her protests by plugging her mouth with my fingers, slick with her sweet juices, and I felt her moan around them. I even pried her wonderful ass apart and stared into her tiny asshole, a placed I’d dreamed of planting my cock many times. I had her now, and I could have her any way I wanted, I realized.
Should Jack:
A) – keep pummeling Kelly’s sweet pussy.
B) – make her gag on his cock.
C) – finally penetrate her perfect ass.
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Creating a slave, chapter 3

Creating a Slave Chapter 3.
Kim woke up lying in her cell. She kept her eyes closed and thought about the actions earlier. She had no idea if it was yesterday or only a few hours ago. Judging by the pain left in her sore body, it was only a few hours. Her entire torso was on fire, the pain from the whip and other things was still wrecking her.
she finally opened her eyes and took in her cell, nothing seemed to have changed from the last time. `you are finally awake?’, Kim shot up and looked where the voice came from. There in the far corner of the cell sat a beautiful girl, long locks of burnt blond hair, a bit younger than her, dressed in nothing but hookers clothes and looking intently at her. “who are you?”. ‘I no longer have no name’ she replied, ‘I have no more need for one, I am the property of my master, just as you are’. ‘If it comforts you, you may think up a name’.
Kim was shocked by this answer, this beautiful girl, so young, had completely surrendered to this monster that had captured not only her it seemed. “What do you mean, no name. everybody has a name, don’t you remember how your mother called you?” ‘mother? I have no more memories than with my master.’ Kim was even more scared, this girl didn’t even remember her own mother. “Why are you here?” ‘To make sure you were alright, the master doesn’t want you to be hurt this soon’ the girl replied. ‘Are you in pain of some sort’ the girl continued. “Those whiplashes still hurt like a bitch, but further I am physically okay I think” Kim answered. ‘Physically, but not mentally?’ the girl questioned. “no, why would anyone do this, you don’t abduct people and make them your slaves. But never mind, the police will come here and arrest him.” ‘I hate to tell you this, but you aren’t even in the united states anymore. Not in Mexico or Canada either. The American police cant rescue you here.’
The world for Kim collapsed. It seemed like an eternity before she moved, and then she moved to cover her face because she was bawling her eyes out. Her one hope, the police, was just removed from her. “then what about the military? Or the CIA or….” ‘They will not come.’ “I need to think this over” Kim said to the girl. ‘There is nothing to think on, you are property not a human being. I was instructed by master to make sure you were unhurt. This seems to be the case so I will leave now.’
The slave girl walked through the door and left Kim alone in her cell.
Kim was crying hysterically and slowly taking in her situation. She was abducted by a unknown man, not in the USA anymore, not even in North America. She was in an unknown complex, with guards and at least one more slave. The man seemed to want her as a sex slave, or just using it to break her. But the worst part was that she didn’t know why her? Why for gods sake her? She never hurt the man, she never even met him. The more she thought, the more angry she got, the more violent her fantasy’s became.
The slave girl exited the cell and saw her master standing next to the door. She quickly got on her spread knees and put her hands behind her head. Her master didn’t say anything to her, just grabbed a hold of her hair and dragged her towards a room. She was cooperating as much as she could, but the master was angry for some reason. “Go get my cattle prod” he shouted at her. She quickly obeyed. The cattle prod was a unique design, in stead of two metal pins at the end it had a bulb like end. The slave girl immediately knew what was going to happen. She didn’t like this punishment, but she was property and could not think for herself. The normal version of this punishment was just putting the end to her skin, witch would hurt like a bitch but that’s it. The more severe version was the insertion of the end in her cunt. That wouldn’t hurt like a bitch, but like 10 bitches.
“Bend forward and hold your ankles”. John positioned the cattle prod in front of her worthless cunt. At the last moment he changed his mind, he took away the device and spit on it. He then rammed it without any mercy in the slave’s asshole. He turned on the electricity and drank in the glorious screams. “Do you know why I’m punishing you?” John asked the twitching slave. ‘No master, I do not.’
“What were your orders with the new property?” ‘To be kind to her, check if she was hurt anywhere and …. Oh. master, please punish this fleshbag anyway you want. It has not done its duty.’ “You were not to take away her hope of escape. But no trouble, now I have an excellent idea to break her down even further.” John began to laugh while he pulled out several knives, needles and whips. “I’m going to show dear Kim why she shouldn’t disobey me”.
Kim was abruptly torn from her happy vicious fantasy’s by the arrival of a guard. A bag was placed over her head and she was lead back to the torture room she guessed. When they entered the room she was shoved roughly on a huge triangular piece of wood, the top angle was covered in stainless steel. Her feet were tied to the ground and her hands behind her back. She couldn’t move an inch, not that she wanted, that would hurt very much. He then gagged her mouth with duct tape.
‘Welcome back dear new toy, I brought you now because of an unfortunate incident involving you. You see, this meat behind me told you that you had no hope of escape. That was my job, I had planned this whole thing and that stupid cow behind me ruins, a small, but nevertheless a part of your torture. This meat disobeyed my direct command. It will be punished, and because I am never without a backup, you get to watch. This is what you get for disobedience.’
Kim looked in horror at the slave girl. She was blindfolded, standing naked upright with her hands chained to the ceiling and a spreader bar around her ankles. Kim didn’t need to see the girls eyes to know she was terrified. John got behind the slave and without any warning plunged a needle through her left nipple. Not in the way a piercing would go, but straight in her chest. Without waiting for a scream or a beg for mercy he did the same thing with the right nipple. The screams were deafening. There were no words in them, just primal screams. ‘I coated the needles with a little bit of salt before plunging them in, if you wondered.’ He then pulled out the needles and got a ball of yarn and a stitching needle. ‘what do you think is going to happen now, new toy?’ Kim gave no answer, still in shock over the ruthless attitude of John. ‘speak up or it is going to happen to you!’ “you are going to stitch her nipples together?” ‘hahaha, no way worse than that, that’s childsplay. I’m going to stitch her pussy and normal lips together. Starting with her normal ones.
The girl, Kim couldn´t believe it, got even more frightened. But she knew better than to speak back to her owner, he would be even more creative. “You see, dear new toy, I train my toys to obey me, but never take away the fear of me. I like it more that way, you get even better en more satisfying screams. John took hold of the girls hair and yanked it backwards, the needle dangerously close to her lips. He pushed the needle slowly through her bottom lip and back through the upper lip. After that he repeated it until her mouth was completely sown together. Blood was trickling down over her chin and into her neck. Tears rolled out the poor girls eyes, John licked them up with great satisfaction.
“Now, time to start down there, don’t you think, new toy?” Kim was crying too by now, the girl may have taken away her entire hope of rescue, but she didn’t deserve this. “Crying already now, it has only just begun. Don’t look away, this is the fun part. But you know what people say, safety first.” He then put a small spreader bar in between the inner thighs of the slave. “Now my hands won’t get clamped” he laughed. The stitching lasted about two minutes in real life, but to Kim and especially the slave girl it lasted an eternity. “That is what I call a pretty sight” John called. There was not much blood, just a few tiny drops, but it was enough to show Kim just how painful it had been.
John walked around the slave again and got two pieces of rope from a table. He proceeded to tie the girls ankles to the floor. After that he unchained her arms. “Bend forward and spread your ass” John commanded. He then walked over behind Kim and got a bullwhip. “Time for some target practice” he whispered in Kim’s ear. Kim didn’t know whether the slave girl knew what to expect but when the first strike landed directly on the girls asshole she let out an unprecedented howl. The stitching on her mouth began to bleed a little harder, a clear sign the yarn was cutting further into her flesh. “Right on the money the first time, I should go to Vegas with that luck. Only fourteen to go, of course if they miss they don’t count.” John said. John needed 22 strikes to complete his own challenge. Blood now flowed freely over the girls face, mixing with her tears and going into her hair and to the ground.
Not really wanting to damage his property further John decided to remove the stitching. But in stead of cutting through all the yarn he just loosened one end of it and pulled it all the way through, letting the yarn cut even further in her flesh. The second the last yarn came out of her mouth John rammed an O-gag in the girls mouth. He took out his cock and started to pound the girls throat. He occasionally rammed it all the way in and kept it there till the girl turned blue. He would give her a second to catch her breath before doing it again. Finally he couldn’t hold his orgasm anymore and shot it over the girls lips. The girl began screaming yet again, Kim didn’t really understand at once, she never blew a guy till he came, just to get him hard. “a guy’s cum is quite salty” John explained at seeing her confused face.
John thought the girl was punished enough now, all the anger he had was gone and Kim seemed to understand not to disobey him. She was not broken, not by a long shot however, he still had so much fun to plan with is new toy. He called the guard back into the room and had Kim removed from the wooden device she was on. Then John got a great idea, the stitching was still in the girls cunt. He told the guard to wait with bringing Kim back to her cell and quickly pulled out the yarn from the slaves cunt. John walked out of the room and returned with a strap-on, he attached it to Kim and moved her behind the still tied up slave, cunt bleeding fresh drops of blood on the floor. “Fuck this girl till you absolutely can’t move anymore” John commanded Kim. Kim was looking like deer in a headlight until she remembered that she could be next with the torture. Extremely disgusted with herself and feeling very, very guilty to the slave she moved directly behind the girl. John put the tip of the dildo against the girls cunt and Kim slammed it home. A strange pain filled moan came out of the slaves mouth. John also heard the slight pleasure in the moan and told Kim to stop. When she pulled out he realigned the rubber cock with the slaves still raw asshole. Kim hesitated now, clearly even more disgusted with the idea of fucking another girls asshole than the previous. She shouldn’t have waited, John had already swung his whip. Landing on Kim’s right butt cheek she instinctively jumped forward, pushing the cock in the slave’s ass. The girl let out a pain filled whimper, witch seemed to please John. “Now move those hips” John commanded. Kim obeyed and for the first time in her life she fucked a girl. Kim moved for all she was worth and could keep slamming the girl for about seven minutes.
“That is enough” John said. Kim immediately pulled out and collapsed exhausted on the floor. Not two seconds later the slave joined her laying on the floor. Put both back in the same cell John said to the guard.

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GUY WITH WIFE WHO WANTED TO HUNT

There was this Hunter that always got a lot of nagging from his wife for not taking her anywhere with him. So one day he decides he is going to take her bear hunting with him. At dinner that night he says to his wife, “Honey, tomorrow we are going bear hunting together. Be prepared to get up pretty early.”
They go to bed and the alarm goes off at 4:00 AM. The hunter gets up and makes breakfast and gets everything else prepared. He then goes to wake his sleeping wife.She is pretty exhausted and decides that she does not want to go.
A little upset from all the nagging, he then tells her, “Well, if your not going to go then you have two choices. You can either give me a blowjob or let me screw you in the ass.” So the wife decides on the blowjob. As she is sucking away she stops and smacking her lips says to the hunter, “Ewww, this tastes like shit.”
The hunter then says to her, “Yes, I know, the dog didn’t want to go either!”

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A Happy Couple

Erin has asked me to write a little something here about the two of us and our life together.
To be honest, I can’t.
Not because I’m lazy, you understand. No, it’s because beyond a certain point, it’s really hard to explain everything that went in to the two of us getting married. And that’s what’s really the most interesting thing about all this. That’s why you’re reading this, isn’t it? To read the touching, warm, wonderful story about how we met, and fell in love and decided we wanted to be with each other for the rest of our lives. To find out what it was that made us decide to take this leap.
But I’ll be honest with you: I don’t particularly enjoy looking back on everything it took to get to this point. A lot of it was really tough. All worth it, of course. Every minute of it. We dug our feet in quite often, determined that all the hard stuff didn’t matter, ultimately, because we loved each other enough to figure it out, to make it work. To figure out how to spend the rest of our lives together.
As much as the prelude really tells the story, the exciting part of the story of the two of us – from my perspective, anyway – has been knowing that because of all of that work, we’re able to tackle each day as a couple. Doing so makes getting through this life that much more enriching and exciting for me.
I can’t explain that to you alone, because it wouldn’t have happened without both of us working on it together. So me telling that story by myself is impossible. It leaves out Erin’s side of things completely. Without Erin, there is no story, you see. There is no “us.” There is no “rest of my life.”
But Erin has stubbornly refused to work on this with me, so I’ll give it a shot.
Erin and I have been dating for a couple years now. We met while we were working together on a blog called Chicagoist. I was writing about music and movies, and Erin was writing about food. Since we were working online, we mostly corresponded via e-mail in the beginning, often in group threads discussing story ideas with the other writers. The first time I felt compelled to e-mail just her was when she did this post on pazckis and was getting a bruisin’ from commenters on the site. I e-mailed her to tell her that they oughta get stuffed. She agreed.
It’s impossible to overestimate how quickly we became friends after that. It honestly scared the crap out of me. Like that scene in The Matrix where Keanu suddenly realizes “I know kung-fu…” Having a conversation with Erin in person for the first time was like that. I felt like I instantly knew who she was, and what she was all about, and how much the two of us had in common.
The first time we met, I hugged her before I’d said as much as hello. First time we met: Hug. Now, we had talked over e-mail and IM several times prior to that. But still, it was a little cart-before-the-horse to be hugging someone I just met. Luckily, this didn’t seem to bother her that much. Later, she would tell me it felt natural. (Let’s face it, I’m a pretty good hugger.)
This meeting was during a brunch for Chicagoist writers at Wishbone on Lincoln Avenue. We were seated at a really long table of 15 people. We sat at the same end of the table, and I made a big effort to talk to a lot of people other than Erin so I wouldn’t seem like a total doofus. I was probably only moderately successful.
The next time we hung out together was during a Chicagoist reader Happy Hour at a now-closed bar called My Bar on Addison and Ashland. That night was fraught with problems. Some weird dude stole some of the prizes we were giving to readers. There was this reddish-colored cocktail that was getting everybody loaded. Erin slipped and fell on her butt. But all through that night, I just kept thinking “I really want to be friends with this person forever.”
We spent untold amounts of bandwith sending each other e-mails and IMs, talking about everything from music, to current events to just general bullshit. We also went to several concerts together, had several drinks together and helped each other through a lot. Does this make us different from other couples? No, probably not.
More than anything though, I think this is the thesis that has guided me and Erin through our entire relationship: “I just really want to be friends with this person forever.” I’m not sure either of us really knew what that was going to mean other than this: We knew we had to figure out a way to be a part of each other’s lives, because now that we knew this other person was out there, if we didn’t it would always feel like something was missing. Like Keanu going “Wait…I’m pretty sure I knew a martial art…I forget which one, but…woah.”
So I could tell you about a bunch of other stuff from our relationship like when we went to Memphis and saw Al Green and ate the best cheeseburger in the country. Or the time she met most of my college friends and I became convinced they liked her better than me. Or going to roller derby together. Or how every year on Valentine’s Day we go to White Castle. Or how going to a half-empty bar and shooting the shit with Erin is my favorite thing to do.
I could tell you all those things, but the story pretty much begins and ends with Erin and me.
We’re the rest of each other’s lives together. And that’s all that matters.
– Scott
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This is Scott. He is 33-years old and the Web Editor of Time Out Chicago magazine. Born in Lansing, Ill., he cites his years attending college in Ohio as his most formative, and his years since, living in Chicago, as his most enriching. In that time, he’s worked as a tech support rep and a supervisor at a runaway youth hotline. He’s also written for the local culture blog Chicagoist (where he engaged in a public feud with ’80s rocker Richard Marx, which was later immortalized in a YouTube video), freelanced for Metromix and Centerstage Chicago, and has been a commentator on Chicago Tonight, WGN Radio 720, and Filmspotting, a film review podcast. In his spare time, Scott enjoys comic books (especially Superman), whiskey, the oeuvre of Queen, Wii, The Faces, and the Atlantic Rhythm and Blues boxed set.
Oh, and Erin.
This is Erin. She is 32-years-old and the Director of Community Development for FohBoh.com, a B2B social networking site. Erin is a short, liberal Irish-Catholic from Joliet, Ill. who spent her college years in Peoria, Ill., before moving to Chicago. For good. Now that she has spent almost a decade living here, after a few cocktails she has a tendency to unleash a flood of “dis, dat, dem, dere, dos” onto the unsuspecting eardrum. Erin’s blog, Lose the Buddha, has appeared in O Magazine, the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal, the Chicago Tribune, Women’s Health, Women’s Day Weekly as well as Web sites such as MSBNC.com and Lifescript. She’s been on Good Morning America and WGN-AM radio, too. In 2005, her first, and at this rate last, book, Tales from the Scale, was published and lots of nice people bought it and said nice things about it. She has been blogging since God was a boy.
In her spare time, Erin enjoys running, cooking, scotch, and obsessing.
Oh, and Scott.
Erin and Scott live in the Roscoe Village neighborhood, where they are allowed to live because they own a dog. Her name is Glin, and she is a golden retriever. This is her. She likes chasing her ball, pig ears, licking your feet, eating grass and puking it up, and barking for no reason.
Glin is the one creature in Erin and Scott’s lives who is really ticked that she’s not attending the wedding.

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Generations

He is the luckiest man in the world as his daughter then his granddaughter and then his great granddaughter give him their virginity

Fiction

Chores VI

I walked up the drive picking daisies as I walked along leisurely. It was a beautiful day and I was a fabulous mood. I had a so so day in classes today, college was not near as much fun as high school had been but that’s the way life was I assumed. Filling the air was a blood curdling scream. I stopped and tried to figure out where the sound had originated from when it came again. I knew then where it was from, I dropped the daisies and ran up the driveway to the house. I ran up the front porch steps and threw open the front door, darted through the living room, around the corner, and took the steps to my room 2 at a time. When I reached my room, I found my father standing in the doorway with his back to me. In a chair sat my boyfriend naked, and tied to my chair in my room. My father had a whip in his hand.
“My God, Daddy what are you doing,” I yelled.
My father spun around on his heel, and smiled at me. My boyfriend craned his neck around my father to see me standing in the doorway.
“Baby, get me out of here, and away from this son of a bitches crazy ass,” my boyfriend begged.
At that my father turned around snapped the whip back and hit my boyfriend in the balls again. He screamed again.
“Daddy stop it, “I said.
“I told you baby, I was going to take care of him for what he did to you in the park, and I meant every damn word of that,” Daddy said through gritted teeth.
I crossed the room and stood in front of my boyfriend; I turned and began untying him. His balls were red, and one was bleeding from a gash my father had inflicted with his whip. My Dad turned on his heel and went out of the room. I got my boyfriend out of the chair, he could barely stand he was a bleeding mess. I darted back down the steps to get a washcloth from the bathroom. Back up the steps I went, he was laying on my bed, tears on his face. I began to dab gently at his balls. It wasn’t near as bad as it appeared when the blood was everywhere. I apologized over and over, and helped him get into his pants, and out to his car. He kissed me goodbye and told me he would okay.
I was exceptionally pissed at what my father had done. But in all actuality my boyfriend had been very lucky Daddy hadn’t just killed him and buried him in the backyard. He was exceptionally very protective of me. I went in the house and upstairs to my room. My father was sitting on my bed. I walked over to him and looked at him giving him the ugliest look I could muster. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him. I struggled, and I knew better before I even did it. But it happened anyway. He kissed me hard on the mouth; his tongue filled my mouth searching for mine. He pulled away, grabbing a handful of hair he pulled me down on the bed, his hands went to my breast. He began to fondle them roughly and then pulling up my shirt, his hand jerked my bra, breaking the clasp and freeing my tits. His mouth found one, sucking and biting at my red little hot hard nipples, I began to get aroused. He sucked my right tit, and then grabbed my left in his hand and began to squeeze very hard. Reaching down to my pants he flipped the button and unzipped my jeans. His hand went into my little pink panties I wore. I felt his fingers pulling and pushing to get between my slick pussy lips. He reached his destination, my hard little clit. His index finger and thumb began to work my little clit over he pulled the clit up and then stroking back down toward my pussy, and back up. He stroked my clit like he stroked his hard cock. Continuing to keep my tit in his mouth I was very wet, and getting close to having an orgasm. I loved it when he stroked my clit, he knew I was close, because I arched my back, the more he stroked the more I hung on to him digging my nails into his back. Just as I reached my orgasm he shoved two fingers into my dripping wet little hole. I tightened my thighs around his arm as I came.
He stood up and pulled my jeans off, throwing them on the floor, he whistled, and my dog ran into the room. He smiled at me; my Daddy had taken his hard cock out of his pants and had moved between my legs. He had his hard dick in his hand and was rubbing the throbbing purple head against my dripping wet folds of skin. He patted the bed for the dog to get on the bed. The dog immediately went to my pussy to see what was going on. I felt his tongue licking my pussy when Daddy pushed him off. He walked up to my face; I spun him around and reached between his legs. I took my dog’s slick cock into my hand and began to stroke it. He stood still as I stroked him with long slow strokes. His cock was becoming bigger and bigger and I continued my assault. I felt my Dad between my legs spreading my little asshole apart. He pulled my cheeks apart and rubbed my asshole with his thumb. Very gently he would ease his fingers into my asshole, as I continued to stroke the dogs cock.
Daddy patted my pussy for the dog to come to him. He reluctantly went to Daddy, who shoved him down on the bed. He wanted me to come to the end of the bed and straddle the dog. I obliged because I loved fucking that dog like this. I moved to the end of the bed, standing above the dog I moved him to his back, his hard red cock was protruding, as was his big hard knot. I squatted down over him guiding his slick pre cum covered cock into my cunt. I moved up and down while squatting over his cock, it felt wonderful inside of my hot little slit. I settled down on my knees leaning up toward the dog’s head, moving my hips up and down fucking my pussy with his cock. I pushed hard spreading my cunt out and slipping that big knot into my puss. I moaned as I got wetter. Daddy was behind me with his hands rubbing my tits, and then my ass. While straddling the dog, my ass was facing my father, I felt his tongue on my asshole, and then on my cunt every time I rocked in on the dog’s dick. I felt his fingers going into my ass; he shoved first one then two fingers into my extremely tight, hot asshole. I began to rock my pussy faster on the dog’s dick; I could feel cum continuously coming from his cock inside my pussy. Daddy shoved his cock into my asshole in one stroke. I screamed out, he began to fuck my asshole harder and harder. I rocked on the dog faster, when I felt him explode inside my pussy, I moaned loudly and began to cum myself. Daddy started to cum inside my asshole, the cum ran from both holes, down onto my thighs.
Daddy slid out of my ass and hit the bed beside me, and rolled off on the other side. The dog jumped off the bed and sat to lick his cock on the floor. Daddy rolled over and touched my tits, I couldn’t hardly breathe I had cum from two dicks fucking me at once. I was covered in cum. Daddy moved over between my legs pulling them apart, his face went between my cum soaked legs. He pulled my lips apart, his tongue began to lick at my pussy, he sucked the cum from my pussy then moved to my asshole sucking the cum from there as well. I moaned loudly, it was so sexy I could hardly stand it; I was about to cum again when he flipped me over on the bed. He raised my hips up and slid his hard cock into my pussy. He moaned as he began to fuck my cunt, his dick moved in slowly and methodically, I could feel the head of his cock running deep inside my cunt, hitting my cervix with every stroke. He shoved until I had everything but his balls shoved into my drippy wet slit. He fucked me hard and with a purpose, or so it seemed, his strokes picked up speed until he was slamming into me and I could feel his balls hitting my clit as he fucked harder and faster. He came again, this time deep inside me. He continued to fuck until I came again. He rolled off, and told me to finger my cunt. He wanted me to scoop out the cum and lick it. I did as I was told; I pulled out a hot stringy hand full of cum and put it into my mouth. Daddy rose up and stood over me, he pointed his cock at my face as he started to piss on my face, the stream hit me and was almost so hot it burned my skin, he pissed on my face, and my tits, as he finished he leaned down and rubbed the piss into my tits, and onto my pussy.
Leaning against the headboard he motioned again for me, I got up and crawled up to him naked and wet. He wanted me to stand over him, I did as he pushed himself down further on the bed. I stood taking my hands and pulling my lips apart, I began to piss as well, right on his chest, I pulled my lips apart to piss on his face, he opened his mouth. I couldn’t do that but he liked it, he had a mouthful, when he then spit it all over my tits. I finally lay down on the bed exhausted. I told him I didn’t want to catch him near my boyfriend again or he would very sorry. He smirked at me, but I think he might have believed I might trying something if he didn’t back off.

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My naughty family – part 2

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“Laura, is there something else to put in the car?”
“I’m checking, John, but it seems we are ready now”
“Finally! It looks like we are going to stay away for a month!”
“Come on, John, you know I need to be sure I have everything I need with me”
“I know honey, I know.”
Every year the same scene: my dad gets annoyed while waiting for my mom to be ready, while she ticks every item from her checklist. She is very neat and precise, so when it’s time to pack, she is in charge, but she always fear to forget something. The moments before leaving for holidays are often hectic, but my father is able to keep my mother quiet enough. Me and brother were just enjoying the show.
“Isabel, Alex, come here and say hallo to mom and dad!”
For the first time after many years, our parents were about to go on holiday for one week, only the two of them. I had to fight a bit, but in the end they realized that at the age of 17, I could survive without my parents for seven days.
“Listen, you have food in the fridge, and you just need to warm it up in the microwave”.
“Ok, mom, but you didn’t need to cook all that stuff” I said.
“I don’t want you to eat junk food for a week, that’s it” she replied. “And, Alex, please, take care of your sister!”
“You can be damn sure about it!” I thought. I couldn’t wait for Alex to take special care of me.
“Don’t worry, mum, drive save and enjoy your holiday!”
While Alex was closing the gate, I was feeling already aroused, thinking about the days to come. Alex took me to the seaside for some days one week ago, and we barely touched the sand. I think I spent more time naked than with something on, my desire of cock was insatiable: I usually woke up Alex with a blowjob, and he just loved that. Sometimes we started our day with a 69, and I was glad my pussy was the first thing he saw in the morning. Inside that hotel room we had sex under the shower, in the bathtub, on the floor. A couple of times I also jerked him off underwater after a long swim in the sea. I was always turned on, and so was he: one evening I was out on the balcony, wearing my bikini and enjoying the panorama: I heard he was jerking off on the bed, staring at my ass. Then he came outside, silently took my panties off, and slid his hard cock in my pussy, taking me from behind. All the people walking down on the street could have enjoyed a live sex show, if they only had looked up. I came hard but quietly, not the get everyone’s attention, and the feeling of his warm cum on my back while I was admiring the sunset is the best postcard I could ever collect.
Since we came home, tough, we just had a couple of quickies, so I was terribly horny. As soon as he closed the door, I literally jumped on him, and we started to make out.
“Easy, sis! Let’s wait a moment, if mom realizes she forgot something, they will be back.”
“Uhm you are right… How about you finger me, then? I don’t need to get undressed…” I smiled.
“You nasty girl, come here!” He put his tongue down my throat and grabbed my ass, I could feel his cock on my stomach, and my pussy was already in need of his fingers.
His hand then disappeared under my skirt and started rubbing on my panties, right over my clit.
“Oh finally Alex, yes! Get inside my panties and finger my little pussy!”
Then his phone buzzed, someone texted him. He grabbed the phone and said “Damn, it’s mom, let me read it”.
“Hi honey, we’re already stuck in the traffic jam, but definitely on our way to the beach! 🙂 Love you.”
A big smile appeared on our faces.
“They’re not coming back” I said
“They’re not coming back, and we can go further” he added.
“Then let’s go have some fun!” I said.
We ran upstairs, taking all our clothes off on the way to my bedroom. As we touched my bed, we were already completely naked. Alex took one of my feet in his hands, and started sucking on my toe, he knew how much I loved that!
Then he eagerly kissed me all the way up to my lips, down to my tits, and finally to my pussy. He was literally eating me!
“I love every inch of your body, Isabel”. His eyes were full of desire, adding fuel to my fire.
“And I love every inch of you cock, Alex”.
He sucked my clit, my lips, and licked my asshole, with growing passion. As always, he managed to make me cum in a few minutes, but then I begged him to fuck me. I truly loved every inch of his cock, and with an empty house I was finally free to scream in pleasure.
“Yes, Alex, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard! Make your little sister come, don’t stop”
“Oh yes, Isabel, I love fucking your sweet pussy, I’m coming!!!”
“Yes, Alex, give me your huge load!”
Seeing his powerful ejaculation covering my tummy with his sperm, made me cum as well. I stroke his cock while rubbing my clit to add pleasure to pleasure. We were in desperate need of orgasms.
“It’s going to be a hell of a week, right, sis?” he smiled
“Definitely!” I replied. “Are we having fun again this evening?”
“No need to ask! Where are you going this afternoon?”
“Our cousin Sandra invited me over”
“Oh really?” He looked surprised. “Why?”
“I haven’t seen her in a while. Just a coffee, and probably a bit of girl talk” I smiled.
“Does girl talk include our… intimate moments?”
“Don’t be silly, Alex: what happens between us, stays between us.”
“Ok, Isabel” he smiled “I’ll go meet Simon then. I love you”.
“I love you too”.
I took a shower, then got dressed and went to Sandra’s house.
Although we don’t see each other very often, I feel very close to my cousin: she is 24, and I consider her as the older sister I don’t have. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, she has always been there. You know, there are things you are not comfortable sharing with your mother. My parents feel safe when I’m with her, so we go shopping, we’ve been on holidays together and sometimes I even go out with her. She practically knows all my secrets, but the one about me and my brother… no, she will never get to know that.
Actually we are not blood related: she was born in the Dominican Republic, and she has been adopted at the age of two, because my uncle couldn’t have children.
She is truly a gorgeous girl: her exotic beauty, together with her stunning body and her charming smile are irresistible, and of course she is very popular among men. She could literally choose anyone, if she wanted to.
But sometimes things simply don’t go the way you expect them to go: Sandra is a lesbian.
I think nobody in our families knows it, except me. I was so shocked when she told me, a few months ago, I couldn’t believe it: high heels, mini skirt, perfect make-up, she has never shown a sign of any masculine side. She has been with a couple of boys, but that little voice never stopped – she told me – and when she had the opportunity to be with another girl, during a school camp, she realized she found her way.
I am now used to hear her talking about her adventures, her favorite quote is “you can have fun with a big cock, but no man in the world can eat your pussy like a woman does”.
She offered me an ice-cream, and then we started talking. I told her about the school, and my plans for the summer, she told me about her work and showed me some photos of her recent trip to Paris. Then inevitably, the conversation turned to love and sex.
“I’ve been looking at you since you entered the door, and I’m pretty sure those boobs got bigger, right?” she asked.
I blushed and replied “You think so? Maybe, I’m not sure”.
“You know it!” she laughed “I’m sure boys love your breasts, don’t they?”.
“Well, I guess so…”
“What’s with the shyness, today? Don’t you dare hide me something, Isabel…”
“Come on, Sandra, you know I’d tell you everything”. I managed to lie in a credible way.
“Well, let’s change subject then: listen, I have some dresses I don’t use anymore, would you like to check them out? Maybe there is something you like.”
“Of course I’d like to check them out!”
Me and Sandra wear approximately the same size, and we have identical taste when it comes to clothes. Maybe our DNAs are not so different!
Plus, I could never afford to spend what she spends for her shoes and dresses, so it’s very kind of her to pass something nice on to me.
We went upstairs in her bedroom, and at first she showed me her latest purchases – fabulous, no need to say – then she handed me a couple of dresses to try on.
I took off my clothes, but as soon as I got undressed, I saw Sandra staring at me, saying “Wow!”
And I thought “SHIT!”
“You better explain me something, honey, ’cause I’ve never seen you wearing black lace underwear to come meet me…”
Of course I didn’t want to impress Sandra. It’s just that I know how Alex loves black lingerie, and I wanted to surprise him once back home. Unfortunately I still don’t own any sexy underwear, so I stole something nice from my mom’s drawer, and put it on before going out.
I didn’t imagine that someone else could have seen me, and now I had to come up with a plausible excuse for Sandra. I couldn’t fool her.
“I-I actually stole it from my mom’s drawer” I said, embarrassed.
“Well, it’s no surprise that my spicy aunt owns spicy underwear, and I have to admit you look gorgeous in it. But I still don’t understand why you are wearing it.”
“I-I just wanted to try it!”
“Isabel? No bullshit here, please”.
“Ok, ok. You taught me that a woman must be always good looking, right? Everything in order, because you never know what could happen to you, right?
Well, this evening I’m having dinner with a guy I like, and I wanted to be pretty for him, that’s it!”
Sandra gave me one of her brightest smile: “Oh, Isabel, come here, my little girl!” and she hugged me.
“I couldn’t be prouder of you! My lessons are starting to pay off! Good girl, I’m going to find the best dress for you! Do I know this guy?”
“N-No, actually, he lives quite far from here”
“Then, he’d surely want to be rewarded!” she winked. “I want you to call me tomorrow for ALL the details!” she smiled.
“Promised!”
She seemed very excited about it, and I was glad I came out of that difficult situation. All in all, I didn’t even had to lie that much!
“Let me just say something here, Isabel. You really look great, but your panties are almost transparent…”
“Do you think it’s vulgar?”
“On the contrary, I find it elegant… provided that no hair is shown.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you have to be shaved…”
She must have read the surprise on my face. “You don’t have a second chance to make a good first impression, honey. Your man is more likely to prefer shaved pussies than hairy ones. And anyway, he won’t bother, believe me.”
“Do you really think it’s a good idea?”
“Trust me. If you get to the after-dinner fun, you’ll be thankful”.
“But I’ve never shaved my pussy… I think I might hurt myself”
“And what do you think older cousins are for? I’ll take care of that. When it comes to pussies, I’m the expert!” she giggled, proudly.
“Well, if you think I have to…”
“Let me show you the result, Isabel, so you can see for yourself. Take those panties off, I’ll show you how they look on my shaved pussy”.
I had never exchanged underwear with any of my female friends, but with Sandra it felt completely natural.
“See? It’s way better!”
On a gorgeous body like hers, any underwear would look great, but I have to admit that seeing no hair through the lace was quite appealing. Alex would have loved it, I’m sure.
“Ok, Sandra, let’s shave this little pussy!”
“Yeah, baby! You are going to love it!” We both laughed.
“Should we move to the bathroom?” I asked.
“No, we’ll stay here on my bed. It will be easier for me, and more comfortable for you, since it’s your first time”.
Sandra went to the bathroom and came back with all the necessary tools: trimmer, razor, shaving cream, and a couple of towels. As she walked in, I noticed she had taken my panties off, and was just wearing her bra.
“Do you want to know a little secret? When I’m home alone I love walking with no panties on, it makes me feel so good” she smiled. “Hope you don’t mind”
“Your house, your rules” I said. “My friends would do anything to see what I’m seeing now.” I smiled.
I’m pretty sure Sandra lives in their hottest fantasies.
“Now, relax: you can lay on my pillows, and have a look at what I’m doing.”
I was laying on my cousin’s bed, both of us pretty much naked, and I had just spread my legs in order for her to shave my pussy: I wouldn’t have bet a penny on that, one hour before. Nonetheless, I was completely at my ease.
“The first step is easy: we’ll trim out most of your hair, and if you keep shaving, you won’t need to do it again.”
In a matter of seconds my pubic hair was gone. “That’s already a huge difference” I said.
“Believe me, you’ll love the softness of your skin at the end” she assured.
Then she took the shaving cream and started rubbing it on me. I thought she would have asked me if I was ok with that, but she took it for granted.
“Be sure to put the cream everywhere, so the razor will be more effective”.
Feeling a woman’s touch around my pussy for the first time was kinda weird. There should have been no malice in her hands, but she happened to touch my clit twice, by accident – she said – and I little jumped on the bed both times. I couldn’t deny I was feeling a sort of arousal, anyway. My mind began to picture some awkward scenarios, that I tried to fight back. But the arousal was still there.
Sandra’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Ok, now we can go with the razor”.
As she put the cold blades on my skin, I let out a little moan.
“Oh sorry, Isabel, is everything ok?”
“Y-yes, I’m ok”
“Any chance you might be enjoying it, baby?” she giggled.
I was actually enjoying it quite a lot, her warm hands felt so good on me, and she was very delicate, a true expert. I instinctively spread my legs a little more to let Sandra shave me carefully. I was feeling both relaxed and aroused at the same time, and once completed her job she said, to my regret, “We are done shaving, Isabel.” and smiled at me. As she was talking, I felt her breath on my pussy, and a shiver went all the way up to my head.
“Now let me clean you up”.
Sandra took a soft towel to remove the shaving cream I had here and there on my crotch. I immediately found myself moving my hips to follow her hand, trying to press my pussy harder against it, and moaning in a low voice. The more I pushed, the more she pushed me back. The towel brushing on my skin got me all wet, I just hoped it could dry away the evidence of my involvement. Because I was totally involved.
“Here, admire your brand new pussy” said Sandra. Then she placed a small round mirror between my legs, to let me have a close look at the result: it felt weird at first, but I immediately liked it. I also noticed that despite the towel, I was still wet. But I liked it as well.
“It’s so nice” I said
“It surely is” she replied.
In that moment I realized that Sandra was lying on her belly, with her head between my spread legs, and her face a few inches away from my newly shaved pussy. Her black skin was in contrast with my pale legs, and that picture was amazing to my eyes. I think she saw the admiration I had in my eyes.
“Give me your hand” she said. Then she took my index finger, and began caressing my skin, starting from my knee, then to my inner tights, and finally to my pussy. I was touching myself, with Sandra guiding my hand.
“I want you to feel how soft you are now”
She moved my finger around my lips, up and down, very slowly, to let me feel every single millimeter of my skin. She carefully avoided my clit, which instead was begging for attention. Then she moved my hand up, to reach my belly button, and from there, all the way down to reach my pussy again.
This time she let the tip of my finger get wet with my pussy juice, then started rubbing my clit. My cousin was masturbating me with my own hand, and the feeling was overwhelming, I was about to climax.
My finger penetrated me a little more, but then Sandra took the lead: she pulled away my hand, then softly slid two fingers in my pussy while her lips started to suck on my clit.
I wanted to say “What are you doing?” but I couldn’t spell a single word.
A very small part of me felt I was doing something wrong, but I honestly didn’t care, I was loving every single second of her tongue on my pussy. I groaned in pleasure, and closing my eyes, I pushed her head deep down on my crotch. After a few minutes of pure heaven I reached the most powerful orgasm of my life. I just let out a long, loud scream, still unable to speak.
The waves of pleasure were still beating every corner of my body, but Sandra decided I should get no rest: her fingers never stopped banging me, and her tongue was glued to my clit. I honestly didn’t want her to stop either, and I quickly took the short road to yet another long, strong orgasm.
After I came for the second time in my cousin’s mouth, she climbed up to me and kissed me passionately. The taste of my own pussy is always a turn-on, and I kissed her back while my hand reached down to grab her firm ass. Then I unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Mine was already gone, I don’t know exactly when.
I never ever had lesbian thoughts before, but the only thing I wanted to do in that precise moment was eating Sandra’s pussy. And I wanted it badly. Did I become a slut all of a sudden? Maybe, but I was having such a good time, there was no room for regret.
We rolled over, so I was now on top of her. I licked her ear, went down on her neck, then I squeezed her big ebony boobs with my tiny white hands and sucked her hard nipples. Women shouldn’t be surprised that men love tits so much, especially if you are lucky enough to come across a spectacular rack like the one of my cousin. By her moans I knew she was very sensitive there, and I was loving to give her pleasure. But the best had yet to come.
I couldn’t have enough of the softness of her skin, I kissed her stomach, licked her belly button – another highly sensitive spot of hers – then finally I got there: I almost couldn’t believe I was about to eat my first pussy, but I couldn’t wait for it.
I didn’t exactly know what to do, but then I recalled what Sandra use to say: “no man in the world can lick a pussy like a woman does”, and I just let my instinct lead me.
I started with some innocent kisses on her lips, then I added a bit of tongue with every kiss, and got closer to her clit. Again, I started sucking it gently, then harder and harder. The taste of her pussy juice was lovely, and as my tongue was furiously licking her, I put two fingers in her soaking wet vagina and started banging her.
In a panting voice Sandra managed to say “O-one more finger, Isabel”, and I surely didn’t want to let her down.
With three fingers screwing her vagina, her moans became louder, and I was diving in her pussy under the pressure of her hands. I sensed she was about to come, and so was I.
“Oh Isabel, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m cumming!”
“Yes, Sandra, cum, cum in my mouth!”
“Oh yessss, yesss, YESSSS!”
As she reached her orgasm, I came too, but my lips didn’t move from her clit until she stopped spasming.
Then I laid down next to her, I fingered myself with the hand I had just used to bang her, and finally licked every single drop of our mixed juices from my fingers.
“Welcome to the club, Isabel”, she smiled.
“Thank you! Does this qualify me as a lesbian?” I asked
“Well, maybe you are not a true lesbian, but you do like pussies for sure!” she laughed.
“I know I like your pussy, and that’s enough for me”.
We kissed and hugged, then stayed silent for a while, caressing our skin.
“We got a bit carried away, but now we should choose your dress for tonight, baby”
“Yes you are right, but I don’t really feel any urge to get dressed, right now” I smiled.
“Well, that wouldn’t be polite, but if you want to cancel your date, I think we wouldn’t get bored at all!”. We both laughed.
“I’m kidding” she continued “you should really go meet your ‘friend’ now. But instead of calling me, why don’t you come here tomorrow to tell me how it went?”
“I’ll be here tomorrow, you have my word!”
“And may I have something else, beyond your word?” she said smiling, with false innocence.
We both laughed, and I nodded, kissing her.
She will definitely have much more than my word.

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