First Time

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Ill Conceived

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Spring break at the Beach

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Captured Family (Repost)

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The Bruner family was on their way back home from vacation, and all of them were rather tired. Rock Bruner was proud that he had been able to finally afford the cross-country trip that he had always promised to his family, but until this year they had been unable to go. They’d been on the go for two weeks, had been to California and were now only several hundred miles from home. Rock’s wife Linda was in the front seat asleep, and the two teenagers, fifteen-year-old Mark and fourteen-year-old Becky, were in the back seat looking out the windows at the passing countryside.
Suddenly, a thunderstorm came upon them. The sky turned black and the rain pelted the windshield as Rock struggled to maintain the car on the slick road. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed and all at once the whole family was scared.
“Rock, we have to find a place to pull over. There’s no way we can continue on
in this storm like this,” said Linda, shivering with fright.
Mr. Bruner agreed. “You’re right, Linda. But there’s no town for miles, and I don’t see a house or shelter anywhere. There’s no place to stop.”
Becky exclaimed, “Look, Daddy! Over there! A big house!” Lightning illuminated the stormy sky and outlined a two story mansion just off the road. “Let’s see if they’ll let us stay there while the storm’s going on.”
Linda looked at Rock with pleading eyes. “Please, Rock. Let’s stop at the house. Surely these are dependable, nice people way out here in the middle of nowhere. We’ll be safer there.”
Rock agreed. “OK. I’ll stop. You’re right. We’ll be a lot safer there. Mark nodded his head, as if to say he thought so too
The family got out of the car and rushed to the huge porch to stay dry. Rock caught a glance at his daughter’s soaked t-shirt and just about shit. “Damn,” he thought. “Her tits look just like her mother’s did as a teenager.” Shaking his head for thinking about tits at a perilous time like this, he reached up and rang the bell. He heard no response. He tried the door, and it opened easily. “Looks like it’s abandoned,” he announced. “Let’s go on in and stay out of the weather.”
Becky spied an oil lamp perched on a nearby table. “Daddy, light this lamp so we can see,” she said. Rock pulled out a lighter, which he kept for the big cigars he occasionally smoked, and lit the lamp.
The room was huge, and seemed to be fairly spartan except for a large sofa and a few pieces of furniture. The family sat down on the sofa and began to dry out when suddenly they heard a noise. Rock turned around a look of shock came over his face as he saw three huge, bearded men walk into the room!
“What in the hell are ya’ll doin’ on this property?” the biggest of the men asked.”
One of the big guys pulls out a pistol and holds it against Rock’s head. Grinning, the other two men approach Rock’s lovely wife Linda and begin to paw her tits, right there in front of the kids. “Don’t move!” The man holding the gun to their father’s temple orders. “You just sit there an’ watch while your mommy gets friendly, or I’ll blow your daddy’s head clean off!” “Let’s see what we got here…”
One of the men tore open Linda’s blouse, exposing her large, meaty breasts. The were really something… Linda’s tits were still the stuff Playboy centerfolds were made of… giant mounds of firm flesh, perfectly round and upturned. As the horrified youngsters look on, each of the men took one in hand… squeezing and pulling at it, twisting Linda’s pert little nipples sadistically. Linda gasped in embarrassment.
“Stop!” Cried fourteen-year-old Becky, “Leave my mommy alone!” One of the two men pawing Linda slapped the other on the shoulder. “I can’t wait to get some of that!” he said, his eyes aiming over Linda and Rock’s fourteen-year-old daughter. “Oh no, please…” Linda begged, looking up at the men as they pawed
her mouth-watering jugs. “Please don’t hurt my baby…” The men looked at each other and grinned.
“I’ll tell you what…” said the man with the gun. “If you were to be real nice to us, an’ do exactly like we said, maybe we wouldn’t have to hurt your husband… or fuck your little girl.” he added as an afterthought. “I understand…” Linda Brunner said, unhesitantly.
“Linda…” Rock began.
“Rock, it’s the only way.” Linda turned to her two teenagers. “Kids… your mother’s going to have to do something… I…”
“Shut up, bitch!” one of the men barked, “You don’t speak unless spoken to. Now get to work.” Linda took a deep breath. She knew what these men wanted. Reaching out with both hands, she fumbled for the zippers on their jeans. Finding them, she pulled them down together, then took a deep breath and reached inside to fish for their cocks.
As she slid her hands into the two brother’s jeans, Linda’s eyes went wide with surprise. They were absolutely huge! As she pulled first one, then the other out of their pants, Linda stared, unable to help herself. Neither man’s cock was hard, yet both were a over a foot long and thick as Rock’s wrist!
“Oh my god! “Linda gasped, and all three men laughed.
“All us brothers got big dicks, missus.” said the one with the gun. “The biggest in the whole fuckin’ world, I’ll bet… Now you get to work on my brothers before I tell them to wet their dicks in little sweet-cheeks over there…”
“Alright…” Linda said, nodding. She took hold of both cocks at the base, pulling at them, feeling the weight of both massive lengths of flesh. The two vein-covered tubes of meat throbbed in her hands, jerking and twitching obscenely. Linda turned to face the man on her left and took his huge cock into her mouth.
“Oh god, mommy…” Linda heard her daughter groan in disgust as she tasted the strange man’s dick.
Linda felt horrible… absolutely humiliated for having to perform this act in front of her husband and two children, but Linda knew that their only hope lie in her pleasing these men. She knew she had to do everything in her power to make that happen, so she sucked him… really sucked him, taking his huge cock
into her throat like she did her husband, pressing forward, forcing the bulbous head past the restriction of her throat… swallowing… sliding her lips down the shaft… feeling the thick shaft slide down, down, until her lips pressed against his pubic hairs… letting her tongue flick out to carress his balls before pulling back… slowly… seductively…
“Uhhh man…” the guy said, looking at Rock. “Your wife sure can suck a mean dick!”
“Ummmmmmmm,” Linda gurgled as she pulled her face off of the man’s stiffening cock.
A string of saliva stretched from her lips to the tip of the man’s prick. Without a word, Linda turned and swallowed the second man, gulping his prick greedily… bobbing her head, her lips making wet, obscene sucking sounds on his dick.
“Will you two kids look at your momma…” One of the brothers teased, “She took to suckin’ our dicks like some kinda fuckin’ whore!” All three men got a kick out of that.
They laughed uproariously as Linda worked back and forth between them, sucking their giant cocks for all she was worth. “You know something?” The man with the gun said in Rock’s ear, “I think she likes suckin’ two dicks at once! Yeah…it looks to me like your wife is havin’ herself a good ‘ol time!!” Rock looked at
his lovely wife, her head bobbing… her lips sliding up and down first one shaft and then the other… her throat working as she swallowed the two brother’s thick, throbbing cocks. “Oh Linda…” he said, his voice full of pain and sadness.
Little Becky watched, absolutely horrified to see her mother working so hard to please these two men with her mouth. She found it hard to believe that she could even get her mouth over either one of them, they were so fat, let alone actually take the foot-plus lengths of meat all the way down her throat! She was
too young to understand why her mother had agreed to do this terrible thing so readily… All she knew was that her mother was letting these men put their things in her mouth… no that wasn’t true… she wasn’t letting them… she was doing it herself! She was sucking them!
Her older brother Mark was equally horrified, but found himself unable to resist staring at his mother’s large, meaty breasts. He felt guilty, but he had never seen tits that big or that perfect before, except in magazines, and the way those two men squeezed and pulled at them… Well it was kind of exciting in a
weird sort of way. If he pretended for a moment that it wasn’t his mother… that she was just some big-titted whore… NO! He couldn’t think like that! But it was too late — he couldn’t stop his own cock from hardening in his pants, and to his utter shame, one of the men noticed.
“Hey look! Junior’s gettin’ a hardon watchin’ his momma give us head!”
“No… it ain’t that…” said the other, “He like’s lookin’ at momma’s big fuckin’ titties.”
“Why don’t you show Junior your pussy, missus?” One of the men suggested. That one caught Linda off guard. She stopped, looking up at the men in surprise. “Now…” The man said, looking meaningfully at Becky.
Linda nodded, her face red with embarrassment. Linda reached up under her skirt and took hold of the waistband of her panties. Lifting her rump off the seat, she pulled them down to her knees, then leaned forward and let them fall to the floor around her ankles. She kicked them aside, then let her legs fall open,
exposing her pussy to the three men, and to her two teenage children.
“Look! She shaves it!” One of the men pointed out.
It was true. Linda kept her crotch shaved smooth and bare because that’s the way Rock liked it. Now, however, it made her feel more like a whore to have these men see her like that. A moment later Linda’s face got redder still, as one of the men reached down to grope her big, firm jugs with both hands while the
second crammed two fat finger’s into her cunt.
“Look at your momma’s pussy boy… You wanna know why she shaves it? It’s because she likes to show it off. Yeah, she likes to show her pussy off wherever she goes. Ain’t that right, missus?”
Linda had gone right back to sucking their cocks, leaving her legs splayed open. Now she pulled her mouth off of a fat, purple dick-head with a loud smacking sound, and turned to face her two teenage children. She knew what was expected of her, and she was determined to play the game just the way these men liked it.
“Yes…” she said, ashamed that her children might think she was for real, “I like to show off my pussy…”
“Where, bitch? Tell me where you like to show it off the most!”
Linda’s mind raced. She needed to think of something fast… something that these men wanted to hear. “I’m a teacher…” Linda began, and it was true.. She taught tenth grade English at a local high-school. “I never wear panties when I teach class.. I like to sit in front of the room and spread my legs, so all the
boys can see my pussy.” Please kids… please don’t believe any of this…
Mark heard his mother and reeled in shock. It never occurred to him that she was lying… He looked at her, sitting there with her pussy exposed, those two men groping at her big mouth-watering tits. She didn’t seem frightened and she certainly wasn’t trying to resist. Hell, she was as hot as any girl in any fuck-mag he had ever seen. He imagined her in class, letting her legs fall open, pulling her skirt up, showing it to all the boys, and his cock twitched.
“Yeah I knew you was a hot number…” one of them said, “Is that all you do is let them look?”
Linda looked up at the man, trying her best to act the part. Oh Mark… Becky… I’m sorry… “No…” she said, pulling on their cocks, rubbing them in her face as she spoke.
“Sometimes I make a whole bunch of them stay after class. I like to get down on my knees and blow them…all of them… sucking all their cocks one after the other… And sometimes I make them eat my pussy…”
“Hey… if she likes havin’ her pussy licked by young boys so much, why don’t we let junior do it?” one of the brothers said, grinning at fifteen-year-old Mark. “Yeah, let’s make him eat it!” Suggested another.
The one digging his fingers into Linda’s pussy nodded.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Hey boy… get over here an’ eat your momma’s pussy.” When Mark didn’t move, the man got up and drug the boy over, pushing him to his knees between his mother’s wide-spread thighs. “Eat your momma’s pussy, boy.”
“No!” Mark said in a frightened voice.
While the first brother continued grope Linda’s impressive knockers roughly, the second grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. “Make him do it, missus.” He said. “Make him do it or I’ll let the wind blow through your husband’s head.” Linda knew that the man was serious. They’d all be killed if they didn’t do exactly as they were told. “Yeah… show us all what a whore you are…” said the one with the gun.
That was it, Linda knew. That was what the men wanted. They wanted to see her degrade herself… to have to play the part of the whore in front of her family. Well if that was the only way to survive, then that’s what she’d do. Linda would be a whore now for these men and worry about the consequences later, when they
were safe.
Linda reached out and took her son’s head in both hands. She looked up at her captors. “Eat me…” she said, and pulled him forward, Linda pressed her son’s face into her crotch. “Lick it, Mark… lick my pussy.” Sensing how dangerous their predicament was, Mark began to lap at his mother’s gash.
“Uhhhhh…” Linda grunted, not faking, as her son’s tongue flipped across her clit and then dug deep into her cunt-hole. He’s good. She thought to herself. He’s done this before.
While Mark ate his momma’s pussy, one of the men switched places with the man holding the gun to Rock’s head. The third brother, anxious to join in the fun, pulled out his cock and moved up beside Linda. “Time to make it three cocks in your hot fuckin’ mouth, whore!”
Linda opened her mouth and gobbled up the third brother’s fuck-stick without hesitation. The other brother moved up on her left, and once again, Linda was moving her head back and forth, sucking two giant cocks at once. Only this time, her fifteen-year-old son Mark was between her wide-spread legs, expertly slurping at her cunt.
He’s too good, Linda thought as her pussy twitched. Oh god, Mark… stop
licking at my clit!
“Ommmmmmmm…” Linda groaned around the fat cock in her mouth, unable to help herself, then blushed as the three men laughed.
Mark dug his tongue into his mother’s cunt, tasting the juice that was starting to flow. At the same time he slid his hands up the front of her body, taking hold of her jugs, squeezing and pinching at the swollen, hardening nipples as he ate her. Part of him knew he was going too far, but another part of him was excited… delighted to have his mother’s fat titties in his hands, reveling in the taste of her sloppy, nasty cunt.
Oh Mark, what are you doing!?! Linda tried to fight the feeling in her cunt but it proved much too strong to resist. She pulled her knees up to her shoulders, opening her cunt to his tongue. Gasping in shame, Linda threw back her head and came on her son’s face.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” she groaned, as the sparks went off between her legs, and her cunt gushed juice onto Mark’s tongue. She heard the three brother’s laughing again, and found to her surprise that it added to her pleasure. They’re watching my son eat my pussy! She thought, and a hot flash
shot through her body. Linda dropped her feet to the floor and lifted her ass off the seat, working her hips, rubbing her drooling fuck-hole into her teenage son’s face.
When it was over, one of the men pulled Mark to his feet. Linda looked up at her son, seeing her own cunt-juice glistening on his face. Beside her, the two men worked their cocks with their hands. “Get your cock out, boy.” One of them ordered.
The other grabbed Linda by the hair and pulled her off the chair, stripping her naked before pushing her to her knees in front of the boy. “Don’t worry about your momma, boy…” One of the men said, kneeling behind Linda. “We ain’t makin’ her do anything she don’t wanna do. You saw the way she sucked our dicks… all
three of us! An’ you heard her talk about suckin’ all them school boys… She ain’t nothin’ but a fuckin’ whore, boy… Why shouldn’t you get your dick sucked too?”
Reaching under Linda’s arms he lifted up the twin mounds of firm flesh. They were too much for even his large hands to handle, but he squeezed them painfully, the nipples poking up ino the air, looking hard and swollen. “Jus’ look at these big fuckin’ titties…” he said, jiggling them nastily. “I know you like ’em, boy…Go on an’ touch ’em.” Mark swallowed, and reached out hesitantly to take hold of his mother’s tits.
“Yeah, that’s it, boy… Squeeze your momma’s big fuckin’ jugs.” The man continued to hold Linda’s tits up so the boy could play with them, and grinned hugely when he saw the excited look in Mark’s eye. “Suck on ’em, boy…Go on. Suck on that nasty whore’s jugs.”
Mark leaned forward and put his mouth over one of Linda’s nipples. He began to smack and slurp away at first one and then the other, thinking about all the boys at school who had probably done the same thing…
Linda groaned helplessly, and the teenager’s breath quickened. She liked it! A moment later, he stepped back and began to fumble with his zipper.
“Yeah, boy. That’s right. Make the filthy slut suck your cock, an then we’ll all take turns fuckin’ her.” Mark pulled his dick from his pants and moved forward.
“Oh Mark, no…” Behind him he could hear his father gasp.
“Just suck my dick!” the boy hissed, and pushed his pecker into his mother’s mouth.
“Umphhh!” Linda gasped, as Mark began to fuck her face. It was disgusting… obscene… Linda didn’t know what had come over her son, yet she knew she had no choice, so she sucked it… sucked her own son’s cock with the same skill she had used on the three other men.
“How’s your son’s dick taste, missus? Is it good?”
“Roll her over onto her back.” One suggested a minute or so later. “Let the boy fuck his mother.” Little Becky sat on the sofa, watching the scene wide-eyed and terrified, as the men forced her mother to lie on her back with her legs spread apart. She was only fourteen, but she looked a lot younger because of her size. She was only four-foot-seven and about 85 pounds, and although she had dated once or twice, she had never let a boy touch her. That’s why this was all so unbelievable… like some kind of horrible nightmare. She heard one of the men speaking to her brother. “Go on, boy…. Fuck the whore.”
Becky couldn’t believe her eyes as Mark climbed between their mother’s thighs. He took his penis in one hand and guided it into Linda’s snatch, lowering his weight onto her, letting his cock slide up into her hot, moist channel. “Ohhhhhhh!” he groaned, feeling his mother’s tight wet pussy squeezing his cock. He had never done it before, and it felt even better than he had expected!
Once again, the man holding the gun traded places with one of the others. As the last brother took his turn guarding Rock, the other two took turns straddling his lovely wife’s head, pushing their cocks down her throat while his son fucked her pussy.
Rock was numb with shock and helplessness. It was bad enough that he was unable to stop the men from using his wife, but to have to watch while his only son fucked her, driving his stiff dick up into her pussy again and again… to have to listen to Linda’s gasps of shame turn to groans of pleasure as she sucked at the two brother’s dicks and lifted her cunt up to meet her young son’s cock.
“Uhgaah…” Linda grunted, pulling her mouth off of a stiff prick. “Fuck me…Ahh god baby, fuck me!!!” An instant later Linda’s pussy exploded.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgoddddddddddddddddddd!!!” she screamed, squirming beneath her teenage son. She squeezed her fluttering pussy around her son’s penis and saw his eyes glaze over. “Squirt it in me baby…” She cooed. “Come on… Squirt it in momma’s pussy.”
However, the men had other plans for the boy’s spunk. One of them grabbed the boy by the shoulder and literally tore him from between Linda’s legs.
“Make the filthy slut swallow it.” He told the boy, pushing him forward. “Go on, boy… You know you wanna put your dick in your momma’s mouth an’ give her a nice, big mouthful of cum, don’t ‘ya!?!” Mark looked at the man and then nodded.
“Yeah…” he said and leaned over his mother, pushing his cock into her mouth. Linda’s pussy was still twitching as her boy leaned over her, and she took his cock into her mouth gladly.
She wanted to suck him…wanted to make him cum! Rock and Becky were unimportant now… as long as they behaved they’d be safe. All that mattered now was how much she wanted to get fucked, and how badly she needed to taste her son’s jism… to feel his hot, sticky load dribbling down her throat. She knew it was wrong… that it was incest… yet she had loved being forced to fuck her own son.
It had been dirty… so degrading! And she knew Mark had enjoyed it too. She looked up to meet her son’s eyes as he worked his cock in and out of her tightly sucking lips. “Oh god…” he grunted, “I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it in her mouth!”
Rock and little Becky watched, frozen in shock, as Linda grabbed her son’s ass, pulling him forward and taking his prick all the way down her throat… holding him there with her lips pressed against his pelvis as he unloaded his balls.
“Unghh!” he gasped, his body convulsing as he shot a jet of goo down his mother’s throat. “Uhhhgod…” Another squirt. He jerked his hips, pulling his dick from Linda’s mouth. His penis literally erupted with a force and quantity of jism that only teenage boys can produce, a thick white stream gushing straight into his mother’s open mouth.
“Mmmmmmm” Linda gurgled. She swallowed greedily, cum running from the corners of her mouth. “Fuck momma’s face, baby.” she begged. “Shoot it down my throat.”
Rock thought he’d be sick as he watched his son force his spurting penis down into Linda’s throat… all he could see was the way Linda’s eyes shone as she gulped again and again and again…In less than a minute it was over.
Mark pulled his limp dick from his mother’s mouth and rolled over onto his back, exhausted.
“Are the three of you gonna fuck me now?” Linda was hot as a firecracker. She lay on her back with her legs splayed wide, fingering herself and squeezing her massive jugs as she looked up at the men. “Are the three of you gonna fuck me now?” She asked again, her own son’s cum hanging from her chin.
“No, I don’t think so…” The man holding the gun said, grinning. “Ya’ see, we like the young stuff!”
As he spoke, the two other men converged on little Becky. “Stay away!” Becky pleaded, trying vainly to scramble over the couch, but the men caught her and held her between them.
Linda scrambled to her feet, but the man with the gun stopped her, motioning for her to get back on the floor with her son.
“Get down there an’ 69 with your son…” he commanded. “Get his dick hard an’ maybe I’ll let him fuck ya’ some more.” Linda obeyed, squatting on her son’s face, leaning forward to take Mark’s prick into her mouth, sucking him as she watched the men holding her struggling young daughter.
“Jesus, she’s so fuckin’ little!” said one. It was true. Little Becky barely came up to their waists.
“How old are you little girl?” One of them asked.
“F-fourteen…” she replied, sniffling.
The two men smiled at each other..
“She’s gonna have tits like her mother…” As he spoke, the man pulled up the front of Becky’s T-shirt, exposing the cutest, pointiest little set of teenage titties you’ve ever seen.
“God damn!” The man grinned, “We gonna pork us a pretty little schoolgirl!” Becky started to cry as the two men turned her around, and forced her to kneel on the sofa. They had her bent way over the back of the couch with her knees together and her cute little rear end stuck up in the air. One of the men held
little Becky’s arms while the other unbuttoned her cut-offs. Then he grabbed her shorts and panties in both hands and whipped them down around her knees, leaving the youngster’s sweet little baby-fat ass bared for them all to see.
Without a word, the man climbed up behind the youngster while his brother held her. He wedged the huge, swollen head of his thick, eighteen-inch dick in the crack of the tiny teenager’s ass and shoved. The fourteen year old screamed and the big man cursed. “Hold her still, will ya? I’m tryin’ to get it in her butt…”
“Oh god!” Rock hissed, as the realization hit him. They were going to sodomize her! These huge men were going to sodomize his tiny little girl! “Please…” he begged, “Don’t hurt her…”
Linda sobbed as she sucked on her son’s dick.
Becky looked up, tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Daddyyyyy!!!” she cried, and a moment later her eyes flew wide in surprise, as the monstrous cock-head popped into her tender, virgin anus.
“Aaahhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” The little girl screamed, her face contorted in pain. The man hesitated with just the head of his massive cock in her sweet little schoolgirl butt. It looked like a god-damned baseball bat sticking out from between her baby-fat cheeks…the tight, puckered ring of her tiny virgin anus was clearly visible, twitching and jerking around the impossibly fat shaft.
The man grabbed Becky by her by the pony tail and shoved, driving more than half of his hard, fat cock up into the teenager’s spasming butt-hole. He turned his head, looked Rock straight in the eye, and grinned as he jerked his hips, whipping his cock completely from the little girl’s butt. The youngster’s mouth fell open and she sucked in a big gulp of air. He immediately placed it against the fourteen-year-old’s fluttering anus and shoved it back in to the balls.
“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!” Becky bawled, as the entire foot and a half of hard, fat meat was packed up into her bowels. “It burns, oh god daddy, it burns so bad!”
“Do ‘er again, Buck!” The one holding Becky said.
The one called Buck nodded and whipped his dick from little Becky’s buns, only this time he took hold of her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks. The poor girl’s abused and burning butt-hole was clenching and unclenching uncontrollably, looking so tiny in the big man’s hands. “Look at that, Chip…” He told the other. “Tightest little shit-hole you’ll ever fuck!” He moved in again, brutally slamming his prick back up into little Becky’s rear-end. He began to stroke the girl… working every inch of his oversized cock in and out of her ass-hole, pumping the entire length up into the fourteen-year-old’s little baby-fat buns so hard he knocked the wind out of her. Meanwhile, his brother had his cock in his hand, rubbing it in the crying schoolgirl’s face,
trying to get it in her mouth. “Suck on it, you little bitch… put it in your mouth like your momma did…”
Becky was bawling like a baby, babbling about how badly her ass-hole hurt, begging them to stop, yet at the same time she obeyed, licking at the thick shaft of meat dangling in her face… smacking and sucking at… reasoning on an unconscious level that this was the only way to make the pain stop.
“Man she can’t even get it in her mouth…” The man said, sounding disappointed. “And I really wanted to see sweet-cheeks with a mouthful of cock!”
“I got an idea…” said the man holding the gun to Rock’s head. “Let’s make her do her daddy!”
Both brothers agreed readily, and Rock was instructed to pull out his dick. He refused, and the man pulled back the hammer with a loud click. Having no other choice, Rock undid his pants and pulled out his flaccid prick.
Meanwhile, the two brother’s continued to abuse Rock’s sobbing teenage daughter. “Get over there, you little whore…” The man fucking Becky’s butt said. He simply reached under the small girl and lifted her up, keeping her impaled on his dick as he carried her over, dropping to his knees again in front of her old man.
“Suck your daddy’s dick, you little cunt!” The man holding the gun said. He leaned down to Rock’s ear.
“You just lean back and enjoy it mister… ain’t no hurry, cause me an’ the boys are gonna spend the next couple of hours pumpin’ your little girl’s butt!” Rock made a sound like a strangle groan, but didn’t move. There was nothing he could do. He watched helplessly, as the big man drove his monster cock deep into his little girl’s ass as hard as he could, over and over, obviously enjoying the way she whimpered and sobbed, commanding the youngster to suck Rock’s dick. He saw Becky lift her head, her eyes unfocused. “Daddy…” she said as her fingers closed around Rock’s limp penis. Craning her neck forward, little Becky took her father’s dick into her mouth. “There ya’ go, sweet-thing! Suck on daddy’s dick while I pump your tight little shit-hole!”
Linda felt Mark turn his head between her legs, so he could watch as the man sodomized his little sister. She felt his prick begin to stiffen in her mouth as the man drove his huge prick up into Becky’s butt-hole again and again.
My god… he’s actually enjoying all of this, she thought, and a moment later she felt her son’s finger pressing at her own anus, trying to work it in there. “No Mark… don’t” she said, and was instantly sorry she did. The man who was watching turned his head and grinned.
“Look…” he said, nudging the man cornholing the little girl. “Junior wants to fuck his mother’s shitter!” “Go give him a hand.” The other replied. “I’m OK here.”
The man walked over and grabbed Linda by the hair.
“Roll over, bitch.” he said, and Linda was forced to obey. She lay flat on her stomach, her firm, tanned buns sticking up invitingly. Mark didn’t need any encouragement. He climbed up behind his mother and pushed his cock up into her ass, and not gently either, but savagely, brutally like the man had done to his sister.
“Ahhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Linda wailed, as Mark drove the Hershey Highway. Meanwhile Becky continued to suck her father’s dick while the big man reamed out her ass. The man who had helped Mark got up and approached his brother. “Lemme get some of that…” he said.
The other man grinned and whipped his slimy cock from little Becky’s ass-hole. The teenager grunted nastily and pulled her mouth off of her father’s cock, looking back over her shoulder just in time to see the men change places.
“Oh god no…” she groaned, but a moment later the second man’s cock had slid painfully up into her butt.
“Oh daddy, help me…” the youngster pleaded between grunts and gasps. “They’re takin’ turns…They’re takin’ turns in my heinie!!!”
The minutes clicked slowly by. The first brother to fuck Becky’s ass replaced the one holding the gun, and he too took his turn in the little girl’s butt. She still thrashed and moaned from the pain, sobbing and sucking away at her father’s cock. Linda on the other hand had quieted down. Rock was disgusted to see that after several minutes of butt-fucking she had begun to grunt like an animal, sticking her shapely ass up into the air so her son could plow it better with his dick. “How is that, boy?” one of the men asked.
“It’s tight…” Mark hissed through clenched teeth. “Oh momma, your ass-hole’s so tight!” Rock heard his wife moan and saw her reach back to grab the boys hands, pulling them forward, lifting the front of her body off the floor momentarily, so the boy could get hold of her gigantic jugs.
“Squeeze them while you cornhole me…” Linda begged, surprising Rock with her language. “Hurt my ass-hole, baby. Come on. Make it hurt!” Mark began to savage his mother, pounding his dick up her ass. Linda wailed and shivered, and said something Rock would never forget.
“You can fuck my butt anytime you want, baby… from now on… You just say the word and I’ll bend over for you. I’ll even bend over for your friends, too! Would you like that, baby? Would you like me to let all your friends do it too?” The three brothers broke into peals of laughter.
The minutes turned into ten, and then twenty. The three brothers had switched again and again, each of them having five or six turns apiece up little Becky’s ass. To Rock’s absolute horror, the tiny, 85 pound schoolgirl begin to mew nastily, and he saw her back arch and her ass begin to quiver. At the same time she began to suck him feverishly, her lips sucking and smacking at his cock in a way that was impossible to ignore. Rock felt his cock begin to harden in his little girl’s mouth.
“Oh it’s good now daddy…” Becky cooed, “Let me make you feel good too…” She went back to sucking her father’s cock hungrily, while around her the three brother’s laughed uproariously.
Mark had been watching his sister the whole time. Hearing her now was just too much for him. He grunted and shot his load up into his mother’s ass-hole. Linda gasped and clenched her ass-cheeks as tightly as she could. “Oh god yeah mom squeeze it!” he yelled, and pumped her like a jackhammer.
The man sodomizing Becky pulled his cock from her ass and threw her to the floor beside her mother and brother. “Make the little tramp clean your dick off in her mouth!” He told Mark.
As Becky’s older brother grinned and pulled his slimy prick out of his mother’s ass, the little girl rolled over onto her back, her mouth open and inviting. “I’ve always wanted to do this, Becky…” Mark said, as he slid his dirty dickinto his sister’s mouth.
He took both of the youngster’s tits in hand and squeezed them, letting his sister do all the work. Becky moaned and took her time sucking him clean, obviously enjoying the terrible act. Then, to the three brother’s immense enjoyment, Mark had an idea of his own. He pulled his little sister by the hair, dragging her over to where her mother lay, exhausted, cum oozing from her freshly fucked ass-hole.
“Lick it up…” Mark said, pushing little Becky’s face between the greasy cheeks of her mother’s ass. “Clean out her ass with your tongue!”
Little Becky obeyed instantly, noisily slurping and lapping at her mother’s filthy butt-hole, using her tongue to scoop the jism from her mother’s anus and then gulping it down.
Grinning, Mark climbed up behind her and parted her buns, looking at her tiny fucked-out anus. “Oh Becky…I’m gonna fuck your poop-chute!” he said, and sunk his still-stiff prick deep into his little sister’s rear.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Becky groaned, her face covered with the slime from her mother’s ass. She was so excited, she cursed for the very first time. “Fuck me, Markie… Fuck my rear-end hard!”
The men gathered round, encouraging the boy to ream his sister harder, laughing as he slammed his dick up into her. With every stroke the little girl moved closer to her very first orgasm. Uhhhhgod Markie…” she groaned, “Don’t stop… I… I… uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
The little 85 pound youngster thrashed and squirmed uncontrollably as she came, her ass-hole impaled on her big brother’s dick. Before she had a chance to stop, one of the men pulled Mark off of her and rammed his massive fuck-stick straight up the girl’s butt.
“Eeeeeiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!” Becky shrieked as she came again, harder this time, her ass-hole clenching on the fat shaft, pinching it as her ass bucked and twitched below him.
“Ahhhghhhh!!” the man grunted, and unleashed a torrent of hot jism up into Becky’s rectum. He turned his head to look at Rock. “I just busted my nut up your little girl’s butt…” he said, milking the last few drops into the teenager’s behind.
“My turn.” said the second brother. He climbed up behind Becky and inserted his fat prick in her butt. Almost immediately, the little girl began working towards another orgasm.
“Your little girl’s a natural butt-slut!” he told Rock. “Yeah,” he said, “This won’t take long…”
As he stroked the youngster, his brother forced the little girl to lick his cock clean, which she did, cumming again halfway through the project… shivering and shaking and moaning as she licked the slime from the cock. In less than a minute, he too pumped a large load up into the little girl’s bowels.
“God, this tramp’s hole is gettin’ nasty!” he said, as he pulled his filthy cock from Becky’s ass. He moved around in front of the girl and grinned as she licked it like a lollypop. It was the third one’s turn after that.
He followed the other’s example, fucking her brutally for a minute or so before busting his nut in the fourteen-year-old’s tight little ass. When they had finished, they made the little girl squat over her mother’s face, forcing the older woman to catch the jism on her tongue and swallow it, as it oozed out of her daughter’s ass. Little Becky squatted over her mother’s face, leaning forward on her hands. Every time her mother’s tongue flicked across her burning anus she twitched and spasmed. She could feel a great gob of cum still up in her ass… the combined cum from all three men.
She pushed her ass-hole down onto her mother’s stiff tongue, and reaching down she spread her cheeks with both hands, relaxing the muscles there. With a nasty farting sound, the cum dribbled out of her, slowly at first and then plopping out in a gooey glob right into her mother’s open mouth.
“Uhhhhhhh!!!” little Becky groaned, cumming. Linda slurped and gulped down the nasty mess, digging in her cunt with both hands. Still not satisfied, the men had the two females 69 next, enjoying the sight of mother and daughter slurping at each other’s pussies, the mother on the bottom and the cute little teenager on the top, with her tender ass-hole exposed.
The man with the gun motioned Rock over. “Fuck her butt-hole.” he said. “Lemme see you bust your little girl’s butt.” Rock dropped to his knees behind Becky, his cock in his hand.
He didn’t have any choice. He put the head against her slimy, drooling ass-hole and pushed, his cock sliding easily into the well-fucked hole. Little Becky pulled her goo-covered face from her mother’s crotch and looked back at her father.
“Don’t worry, daddy…” she sighed, “I like it now…” Rock closed his eyes and stroked her, easy at first, but harder and harder as the men urged him on. Soon he was really plowing her, fucking her butt-hole as hard as he could.
Becky was groaning and tossing her head, obviously enjoying it immensely. “Oh god daddy… it feels so good…. I’m gonna let all the boys at school put their things up there… an’ the teachers too… an’… an’… everybody!”
As Rock listened to his daughter babble on, he felt his prick began to swell in her tight little ass. He pushed her face into his wife’s cunt, listened to her slurp at the sloppy, greasy gash. He grabbed her firm little titties and stroked her… humping her teenage butt-hole like a wild dog.
“You do that, Becky…” Rock grunted, “You hear? I want you to ask every boy at school to put his cock in your ass…”
“Yes, daddy.” Becky moaned, “I swear I will…”
“You’re a little whore, Becky… A sloppy, tight-assed little fuckin’ whore!” Rock grunted and a jet of cum burst up into Becky’s butt. He quickly pulled his cock from her tight little shitter and pushed it right into her mouth.
“Swallow daddy’s cum, you little slut… Swallow it like you’re gonna swallow all those loads at school!” Becky groaned and drank her father’s jism. When she finished, the three men threw them their clothes, and then pushed them out onto the porch, slamming the door. The family looked at each other for a moment and then dressed, before starting back towards the car.
They walked for a mile or so, dense trees lining both sides of the road. Rock and Linda were walking behind their two kids, and Rock’s eyes fell to the damp spot on his daughter’s shorts… cum leaking from her ass-hole.
He looked to his right and saw Linda staring too.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked.
Rock grinned. “Sure am…”
He took little Becky’s hand and led her into the woods.
“Come on, honey…” Linda said, leading her son by the hand. “Momma needs her butt fucked…”

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Dad Rules (1)

He walked into the room to find his son and daughter naked. His son was giving his sister instructions on how to suck cock. Dad decides to give them both a few sex lessons

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My Sisters ‘Slave Minutes’

My Sisters ‘Slave Minutes’
“One minute ONLY”…..
….That was the statement I got from the my bossy sister Dana. I came to her room to ’collect’ my ’slave minute’ she owed me. I began to feel her full, soft wonderful tits for 1 minute.
….I’m Chad, and a ’slave minute’ is what I get when I do something requested by my sister. It can be slave seconds for small favors. I spend my minutes on feeling her up.
…..She is older than me and she started all this when we were younger. It started when I wanted to feel her nice tits. She said ‘IF’… I did this or that chore, I could touch them outside her shirt, for 5 seconds ONLY. Not bare skin. That was a thrilling 5 seconds for me. She closed her eyes and smiled as I felt them. She then sighed….
…..Things progressed over time and I wanted to feel more of her tits, only this time the bare skin. I did all kinds of stuff for her to get slave seconds or a full minute. She always closed her eyes and smiled as she seemed to enjoy me feeling her up, only now…. under her bra. She would give me ’free bee’s’ sometimes and take my hand and quick rub it on her pussy. She had me ’willingly’ doing all kinds of stuff for her to get slave seconds or minutes.
…..She got spoiled, I mean really…spoiled.
….Her body grew hotter all the time. She was one of the hottest girls in school, and I got to feel her beautiful tits up, and more, for my earned slave minutes. I now felt her legs, tummy, bare tits and everything…but not…her pussy.
…..It got better. I wanted to wash her tits in the shower, of course, she would get a nice turn on from it. I had a plan to get her all hot and continue to feel more. I dreamed about feeling that ’forbidden-to-touch’ pussy of hers. The taboo, can’t touch, no way, place of hers I had wanked to, so many times. I had quick felt it, flash seen it, but I wanted to feel it and get my fingers in it.
…..I used all of my slave minutes and seconds on her that afternoon. She got hot and aroused as I stood behind her and reached around feeling her soaped up tits. My fingers headed for her pussy. She didn’t stop me as I stood behind her in my swimming trunks. I had her front all soaped up as it ran down between her legs. I felt her tits and bare skin. She leaned back on me as the minutes raced by. Slowly my fingers drifted down and I was carefully going up and down her little bush and slit. She jumped and moaned as my finger rubbed across her nice sized clit.
…..“Ok Chad, stop.” she gasp and said. By now I had my hard on tent poking her in the ass. She stood there breathing hard and reached around behind her and felt my hard on. I said: “That will cost you 3 slave minutes right now for a hard on feel.”
“In your fucking dreams, Chad.” she said jerking her hand away. She giggled and pushed me out of the shower.
….When I got a girlfriend, my slave world with her all stopped. I got everything free now from my new girlfriend. Dana had lost her power over me. “Sorry sis,” I told her.
…..God she hated my girlfriend! She called her ‘little miss what’s-her-name‘….but…
….that was not the end of it.
…..My sister’s body…it continued to grow really hot, nice full tits, sexy hips and ass. She knew how to tease me with her killer body and oh…. those hot long legs and long light brown hair.
…..She had all kinds of boyfriends …but…she had trained me slowly how to massage and feel her up, just like she liked it….except her pussy. My prices went up, much to her displeasure. Now I was up to 4 slave minutes saved and I planned to spent them to finger fuck her. I still had my girlfriend if she didn’t want to go for it, but Dana had the ‘forbidden’ pussy I wanted to feel for so long.
…..I stopped her in our hallway. Mom and dad were down stairs. Dana had on only a robe. I whispered: (“…a free bee..”) and began to massage her neck and shoulders from behind her. I knew it was her weak point. She closed her eyes and leaned up against the wall. She was melting, just as I planned. I whispered in her ear as I leaned against her: (“…2 slave minutes and you let my fingers do what they want. Ok?”)
…..I now had a full hard on in my boxers and it was again against her butt crack. I worked my fingers deep in her neck and back. She half moaned in a drunk like, slurred voice. She whispered: (“..make it quick Chad….(gasp and swallow), mom and dad are right down stairs.”) I lifted up her robe from behind up over that beautiful ass of hers. She ’assumed’ I was going to finger her from behind. She spread her legs wide apart and stuck her ass out for me. I reached around to her front and felt her sweet patch of pubic hair. I continued my fingers down to her damp pussy. I slowly started my fingers up and down her slit. She was breathing hard as she leaned against the hall wall. I reached down and with my other hand and let my boner out. It sprang up right between her legs. I slowly moved it back and forth on the underside of her pussy.
….(“…Chad…that’s not your finger back there …Chad….that wasn’t…(gasp)..part of the deal Chad….” ) I worked my fingers in her wet pussy and my thumb on her wet clit. Just like she had described she liked it. She reached down between her legs in front and felt the head of my hard on. She moved her hips back and forth on my hard on and kept gasping for air. (“..Chad…we can’t do this right here and now…later Chad….(gasp)…we’ll continue later Chad….let’s stop now…ok….”) She kept feeling my boner and then stopped and took a big breath. She pulled her robe down and staggered to the bathroom.
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…..That was the best one so far. Worth the 2 slave minutes I spent. I was planning for the next play time with sis when she came in my room. I was standing up. She came up to my face smiling and said: “Chad, would you like to ’earn’ some more slave minutes?” I said: “You owe me 3 minutes for feeling my hard on Dana.”
She smiled and said: “Tonight mom and dad are spending the night gambling, and won’t be back till tomorrow. Chad…I know what you want. How about you and I have a ’spend and earn’ night tonight?…or do you have a date with what’s her name?” “Bonnie?” I said…”I can have Bonnie anytime I want Dana…free….but I’ll take your offer if ….I can feel your tits right now.
“Why you little shit,….
…ok…go ahead, but that will cost you a massage tonight Chad boy. We both smiled big as she closed her eyes and I felt those wonder tits of hers……
…..As soon as our parents left we put on our robes, and that’s all.
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Dana thought at the time….
….I had Chad under my control to do what I wanted. If I wanted a sexual buzz, he would do it. Chores, cleaning and all, Chad was there to do it for me. I had a very good set up until that little bitch of a girlfriend came along and fucked it all up….but…..I had the better body and it was ’taboo’ which made him want it bad…..
…. As time went by, I slowly wanted to have sex with him as I knew he wanted to also. I still had that power to control him and devised a plan to get what I wanted. I had trained him ‘to’ good, and he knew how to turn me on real good. Now to make him my sex slave. The thought of that makes me so damn horny…..a guy to please me, ‘Dana!’, in every way….oh yesssssss!
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Fast forward……
….Sis and I were older now, and we sat in her apartment and talked about that glorious night. She said: “You were so hot for me, you were trembling Chad.” “I was Dana, I was. You were spoiled by me and you wanted me to keep spoiling you, and I wanted to get my hands on you and get in your panties, and fuck you so bad. I remember you taunted me with your sexy charms….
…..I remember it so well…..
….“Well… tell me Chad, what you remember.“ Dana said.
…..We went in your bedroom and negotiated slave time for each thing we did. Feels were first, bare skin next. You wanted one of my special massages, and I wanted to massage your pussy and tits. We turned down all the lights and got naked. We could still see enough with the night lights. I feasted on seeing you naked and in bed. You moaned so sweet as I felt you up. You charged me for each tit I sucked on. I charged you for feeling my boner and balls. “5 slave minutes and you can lick my boner.” “5 slave minutes and you can lick my pussy.” No way!, you charge to much! We said. We laughed and giggled our way along as things heated up. Slowly we got so hot we went 69 and had a lick fest. “Time is up…stop!”…one of us would say.
….” I want to earn some more minutes!”…. we said as we quietly giggled.
…..Soon I remember only our breathing and moaning was all we heard. We started kissing and loving like boy or girlfriend. We forgot we were brother and sister as just closed our eyes. We started kissing our faces and went on to all over our bodies. We got lost in our lust for each other. We both had trembling fingers and heavy breathing. Your pussy felt so good rubbing on my hard on. I played with your nipples just like you liked it. I loved feeling your hot body squirm underneath me. The feel of your naked legs wrapped around me was awesome.
….. I was now going to lick the pussy I had dreamed about. I did a kissing 180o turn. Your lips on my hard on were over the top sensuous. I felt the biggest cum of my life on the way, and you seemed to know too.
….I did every thing you had told me about. I fingered you faster on your G spot and drew your whole clit between my lips and sucked it firm.
…..The anticipation of us wondering if we were going to have taboo brother and sister sex made it super exciting. We had never had sex with each other. Was it going to happen?…we went crazy wondering…..
Dana said: “We took care of that when you licked me into a great climax and I made you cum big with my deep throat blow job. We kept that up until we couldn’t suck and lick anymore. My pussy was sore and so was your cock….but we still had an overwhelming urge to have sex together. I think we both knew…the day was coming when it was just going to happen.”
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….”What time do you have to go to work Dana?”
“I’m off today, why?”
…”Chad…I know what your thinking.” (giggle)
….. I put my arm around Dana and said quietly: “So…your off all day?” She smiled big and said: “Yes…all…. Day.”
I said: “Dana, as you know, I’ve been writing our story in my computer, and I….” Dana interrupted….
“Don’t you dare put it on the internet Chad!… it’s our private story. Let’s let it remain that way.”
“Dana, I haven’t written the last part yet and I don’t list our real names, so what’s the big deal?”
“Chad…it’s just that it is so special all that happened, I don’t want to share it. Let’s just keep it to ourselves.”
“Dana Dana, relax. No one will know it’s us.”
….We locked the door. The ’next’ part of the story began….again. This story continues on and on so there really is no ’end of story’ for now.
Here’s what has happened …so far.
….Going back to when mom and dad were gone that wonderful night and we licked us into euphoria, we woke up about 3 in the morning in each others arms. She moaned and felt my cock. My fingers were in her sweet pussy and I began to slowly massage it. We drifted back to sleep with my fingers in her pussy and her hand slowly stroking my cock.
…..Us talking about our story got us both very hot and turned on. I felt Dana’s big tits as she leaned her head on my shoulder and felt my hard on.
…..She jumped up and got her knees by me. She had that cute rascal smile on her face. She slowly pushed me down on her couch. She got on top of me, and in my face. She spoke quietly: “You will kiss me now Chad. Like the first girl you ever kissed. You want me so bad. I excite you and you want to please me.”
…She had this hypnotic look in her eyes, with one eyebrow up putting her power on me. I said quietly: “….Dana, you’ve got to get in line. I have so many hot girls I can fuck, your just a number.”
…. Now she grinned and put her forehead on mine. “You little shit!….You will not think about them, because you want me so bad, don’t you Chad!. You’ve always wanted me. You will do as your told, so start kissing me now, my little slave. I said: “No way Dana, I’ve got a better idea. You…be my slave for 1 hour…then I’ll be your slave for 1 minute.
“Oh…you’d like that wouldn’t you Chad. 1 hour to have your way with me! Not a chance in hell, little brother. Feel my hot body on you. You want it so bad, be my slave and you ‘may’ get to feel, kiss and even lick it.”
“Dana…feel my hard on. You may have your way with it for 1 minute….ok…2 minutes, and that ALL!”
We grinned as we looked in each others eyes…
… that’s when our lips touched…..
….the hot passion we both had, started to over take us. All the times of feeling her hot and wonderful body were a burning desire in me now. It was like we were on fire and we had to fuck to keep it from melting us. I just went for it….She moaned like a starving little girl finally getting what she wanted. He soft lips were all over mine. She panted so hot with her little moans of pleasure. She was being pleased beyond her desires. I now had a wild woman for a lover wiggling on top of me. She even growled and pulled my hair like a hungry animal. I became like her and she fed my desires as well. I let all my stored up passion for her, for so long ….out… for the sex we both wanted.
….We heard her blouse buttons hitting floor, as I ripped her blouse open. She tore my T shirt literally off of me. We only broke our kiss to gulp air, then back to two hot tongues fighting for pleasure. Whispers of: (“…oh god Chad..”) and (“Dana I’ve waited so long to be with you”) was all the talking that was done. She had a childlike moan that sent hot flashes straight to my cock….
Dana….
…..I had lost all sense of the world around me and my only thoughts were of my Chad. Nothing else mattered but us. I was rubbing my clit just right on top of his cock, back and forth like an animal in extreme heat. All I knew was that we had to be naked. We jerked at the clothes left on us, and pulled them off. We rolled off the couch and on to my carpet. I was still on top of him. Moans came out of me from nowhere. We were so desperate to have sex, we both trembled all over. My pussy was dripping my juices as I let it rub on his cock. I lost track of my hands as I felt his body.
…..Both our shaking fingers desperately took his hard cock and pushed it in my wet pussy. I brought my knees up and started to ride him like a jockey riding for the win. His hands held my ass as we became one smooth blend of motion. I loved looking at the euphoria in his sweet face. He looked at me like I was an angel of joy. My tits swung across his chest as every part of our bodies joined as one moving unit. He and I felt it building up and up inside up….a massive swelling of desperate desires coming up to welcome us to utopia. “Oh God”….came out of my mouth….”Chad!”…”Oh baby… oh god baby!” I felt a warm glow in my wet pussy as I had to close my eyes or faint. He lifted his cock high to me and pushed his cock in to the hilt.
….We froze and trembled hard….we started yelling loud as the biggest load of cum I ever felt shot in me…..I almost blacked out with the feelings going thru my body. I got tears of euphoria as he moaned with each load he shot in me. All we could due was shake and moan as it went on and on…..my shaking arms couldn’t hold me anymore and I felt like I was melting on top of him. I collapsed as my pussy kept going and going to get every last drop of pleasure…..He strained and sucked for air as his cock twitched in me ….over and over…..he held me like a baby, and rubbed my back so sweet. I wept with joy….
….the room was dark and quiet now…where was I?….I slowly grinned as I realized…. I was on top of Chad and in his arms. I felt his warm cock in me. I barely had the strength to squeeze his cock with my pussy. He was almost…. completely spent, but managed a cute smile. I felt his warm hands come up and feel my butt cheeks. We started slow fucking.
….We whispered to each other…and agreed..
…..“Unlimited slave minutes for life”
.. sounded just fine with us…….

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Stephen Wells, Neighborhood PI – Part 1

This is somewhat a long story. There is a lot of exposition. I plan on writing a series of our Hero Stephen Wells over the next few weeks, time permitting. I hope all enjoy and any constructive criticism is fine but I doubt I’ll take it. 😉

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The Lone Wolf

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The Lone Wolf
Bran Stark had never felt more alone than he did now. His father was dead, and the gods
only knew about his sisters. Both of his brothers were off winning battles and bringing glory to
Winterfell and House Stark, but not him. He was Bran the broken, he was useless. After tonight
though he wouldn’t be a bother any longer, he would leave, as the castle slept. Rickon could be
Lord of Winterfell until Robb returned. After all he had Maester Luwin to guide him. There was
no place here any longer for a broken boy who had to be looked after.
Hodor entered Bran’s bed chamber just as Bran had commanded him earlier in the day.
He needed Hodor for even the simplest of tasks, the thought of it made Bran want to cry but he
would not.
“Hodor,” Hodor greeted his young Lord.
“Hello Hodor,” Bran responded in a melancholy tone. Bran was grateful for Hodor but
despised being dependent on the simple giant. Bran had Hodor pack a few things for him and
after Hodor gathered all he required it was time to dress for the journey. Bran was dressed in his
bed clothes but these would not do for the journey to come. Bran began to undress as he sat on
his bed looking down at his lifeless legs. Bran removed his night cloak revealing his naked body;
he was completely hairless from his neck all the way down his skinny body to his toes. He had a
small frame but he had tiny muscles beginning to develop on his arms, and his chest, and his
stomach. They made him look like a boy lord should. He had now grown enough so he no longer
had the look of a baby but a young boy; his eighth name day had already passed. His milky white
skin was flawless, save for a few boyish freckles that dotted his skin here and there. And there
between his legs was his manhood, well boyhood he supposed. He was quite small, only 3 inches,
nothing compared to Hodor, half giant in his manhood no different from everything else. Bran
remembered when he first saw it in the gods wood, how surprised he was to see Hodor’s giant
member swinging between his legs as he walked. It even excited him a little; he recalled
pondering what something that size would feel like inside of another human when they mated.
For a moment Bran imagined that he was the one receiving the half giant’s manhood. But he put
that thought away quickly; such thoughts were not befitting a highborn Lord, least of all a Stark
of Winterfell.
Bran always liked his body and the way he looked, with his boyish features and his
shaggy brown hair that hung down over his forehead. He didn’t receive the attention from the
girls the way Robb did but they did sometimes giggle with each other as he passed. But now
when others giggled or stared at Bran it was for a different reason.
Bran loved being naked like many boys of his age. It made him feel free and without
limits, much like he felt when he climbed, almost like a bird. And now that he couldn’t climb
being naked was the only freeing thing he had left. He didn’t mind being naked in front of
others, he had never minded. Before his accident sometimes he would run and climb the walls of
Winterfell naked on the rare occasion it was warm enough to do so.
One of his favorite things to do was climb to the top of one of Winterfell’s high deserted
towers and pleasure himself there. He would climb naked, digging his toes into the warm stones
of the tower, his sweaty body glistening in the sun as he climbed. He would begin to breathe
harder the longer he climbed, and his legs would start to burn, but that made him all the more
excited. Sometimes his manhood would become hard and erected which made the climbing
slightly more difficult, but Bran loved every second. He would have to wait until he was safe on
top of the tower to truly pleasure himself and the suspense made him that much more excited.
When he finally arrived at the top of the tower he would lay on the floor and let his
hands explore every inch of his small body. He would rub his hands over his chest and stomach
wishing it was someone else lightly massaging his body. Then he would let his hand drift down
to his small but very hard boy cock. He would pull it and flick it and stroke it for what seemed
like hours. Every stroke brought forth a soft moan from the little Lord. He didn’t have to worry
about anyone hearing him up here. Eventually he would stroke enough to make his whole body
quiver and his entire body would tighten up awaiting the moment to come. He would always
gasp and moan loudly when he finally arrived in this moment of ecstasy. He had no seed yet and
nothing came forth when it happened but it felt wonderful all the same.
On one such climb he was surprised to have a visitor in one of his believed to be secret
hideaways. His Lord Father was entertaining one of his bannermen who had brought an entire
host with him. Winterfell was full to the brim with people; Bran had never seen so many within
the walls. As Bran lay on the tower floor with his tiny cock in hand he saw another boy slightly
older climb up just as he had. Both boys were startled to find another there but began to laugh all
the same. The boy introduced himself as Colton of House Hornwood he was a nephew of Lord
Hornwood a Bannerman of the Starks, sworn to Winterfell. “Everyone calls me Colt for short my
Lord.” The boy explained to him. His 12th name day had just passed. He was slightly taller than
Bran but he had the same build. He was golden haired with a little brown mixed in. Bran
marveled at the boy but tried not to show it. Bran was awestruck by his beauty; he most admired
his deep brown eyes, and his lips that looked as soft as the softest silk. Bran lay there naked
while the boys laughed and chatted. Colton wore only his trousers and no shirt, Bran stole every
glance he could at his new mate’s bare skin. The last time he chanced a quick glance he was
caught and a smile spread across the young Colt’s face.
“I am sorry I interrupted you my Lord, allow me to help.” And with that Colt began to
remove his own trousers. Now both boys were naked with hard cocks dying for attention. Colt’s
was slightly longer than Bran’s standing at 4 inches maybe more. Then Colt began to give Bran
pleasure unlike any he had felt before. He wrapped his lips that Bran so admired around his rock
hard boyhood and began to suck and move his head up and down. He let his tongue dance
around his new mates tiny cock; licking it from balls to the very tip. Bran had never been in such
ecstasy. It did not take long for Bran’s pleasure to become too much and he shook all over and
his boyhood became soft again. Colt looked up at him and smiled his mischievous smile.
“My turn if you will my Lord.” Was all he needed say, and with that Bran wanted to
return him all the pleasure he had just received and more. Bran placed his boyish face in between
his mate’s legs just above his erected cock. The young boy engulfed the small dick and did just as
the other boy had done to him. Bran looked up into Colt’s eyes and saw the pleasure on his face.
Colt reached down and with the softest touch brushed his Lord lover’s shaggy hair away from
his face. It didn’t take long for the boy to reach orgasm and he pleaded for Bran to stop but Bran
continued despite his protests. What happened next surprised Bran. Spurt after spurt of the boy’s
seed flowed into Bran’s mouth. It was a new experience for the little Lord. It tasted salty but it
was the greatest thing he had ever tasted at the same time. Bran didn’t know what to do so he
swallowed all of it. When the boys were done they laughed together and climbed down from the
tower. The Starks and their men gathered the next day to see off their honored guests and the
two boys exchanged knowing glances with one another.
The memory made Bran’s heart flutter as he sat there on his bed naked with Hodor
looking on. His small cock began to twitch at the thought. That was one thing Bran was grateful
for, while his fall had rendered useless his lower body that was the one thing that still worked
thank the gods. He wanted to pleasure himself but he knew that there was no time tonight, there
was other business he needed to address. Bran had Hodor bring him his riding clothes and he
dressed. After he was clothed he commanded Hodor to take him down to his horse who was
saddled and ready. As they left the room Summer awakened from his sleep at the foot of Bran’s
bed and trotted along behind them.
Tonight he would leave Winterfell and go out alone. He didn’t know how he would make
it but he would try. He had grown tired of the mocking whispers and the long stares as Hodor
carried him through Winterfell’s halls. After Hodor had strapped Bran into his saddle and opened
the gate Bran rode out alone, save his direwolf which was now his only friend. Bran rode as far
as his horse would take him. He came to a forest and supposed he would stop for the night. He
figured he could mount his horse again if he pulled himself up on a tree limb. So he decided to
stop in the forest for the night.
He looked ahead and thought he saw a small pond in the woods, that would be a good
place to stop. As they approached the pond Bran noticed Summer begin to sniff the air and he
looked at him. “What is it?” he questioned his wolf. Bran strained his eyes and looked ahead;
there was someone in the water bathing. He was instantly afraid; it could be a wildling, or a
bandit, meeting men in the wild were rarely cordial encounters. He stopped his horse just behind
a thick covering of bushes and trees and looked on. There in the pool was a young man not much
older than his brother Robb. Bran guessed he must have seen no more than 25 years. The man
was naked bathing in the pool in the woods. He was alone except for his horse, tied up at the
edge of the water drinking.
Bran watched him in secret as he bathed. It was night but it was a clear night with a full
moon. As Bran looked on he could see the man in the water, his wet body shining in the
moonlight. The water came up to his waist as he stood in the pool soaking in the quiet calm
waters. Bran thought the man was very beautiful, he could think these thoughts now; he was
alone and wasn’t held to standards like before. The stranger looked to be tall, maybe not as tall as
his father but he looked like a Lord, only younger. His skin was flawless and tanned he must be
from the South, he didn’t have the rough, hardened look of the Northerners. He had a trail of
dark hair down the middle of his stomach disappearing in the water at his waist. Bran wanted to
follow the trail down farther but the glare of the moonlight on the surface prevented him from
revealing the treasures below. Bran could feel himself getting hard as he continued to watch and
imagine. He let his hand find his small cock through his trousers and explore.
The man washed himself splashing water into his face. His muscles were tight and sleek
he had the look of a great warrior. He wasn’t large like King Robert had been; he had a different
look about him, a sleeker look but just as fierce. His hair was short and dark and his face had
features of a young soldier with great pride. Bran wondered who the stranger was; he must be a
knight or a young Lord. Just then the man looked towards Bran, his gaze lingering on the brush
Bran was hidden behind. Bran ducked down as low as his horse would allow. His heart
pounded, had he seen? After a short few seconds Bran chanced another look. The man was still
in the pool; he didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. After a final splash the man began to emerge
on the bank. Bran’s heart began to race again. He was going to get to see the rest of his lusted
after stranger. The man walked out next to his horse and stood there naked in the moonlight his
wet skin shinning like a suit of armor in the sun. Bran watched as he stood there and then he
noticed something about the man that made Bran’s small cock stand up again. His manhood was
beginning to grow between his legs.
As Bran looked on the man reached down and began to stroke his increasingly large cock.
Bran estimated it stood around 6 inches, it was nothing like Hodor’s but it was the most
beautiful cock he had ever seen and he wanted to touch it, to feel it inside him more than
anything. He was entranced by it and could do nothing but lust after this stranger from afar. He
forgot about everything else in the world except for this man pleasuring himself for Bran’s
amusement.
Bran continued to watch in secret as the stranger stroked his manhood. And then the man
tensed up, his tight muscles rippled as the orgasm washed over him. Bran thought he was even
more beautiful now as he was experiencing these sensations. Bran wanted so badly to relieve
himself but he could not while still mounted on his horse. Bran peered through the thicket to
watch the man further. He trotted out of the pool. He dressed himself in fine quality traveling
clothes befitting a Lord. They looked to be elegant, dyed in the deepest black; some sigil was
sewn into the chest in pure white thread but Bran could not make it out.
“He must be a Lord,” Bran reasoned with himself. For a moment Bran considered
revealing himself to the man but though better of it. Instead he looked on as the man settled
down, lit a fire, and began to cook some kind of meat he pulled from a saddle bag that hung
from the side of his steed. As the meat roasted over the fire the scent of it filled Bran’s nose. He
was suddenly aware of how alone he was out here and how long it had been since he had last
eaten. Perhaps he was mistaken in leaving Winterfell; if there was a place for him in the world it
was there.
“Will you come and share my fire little Lord or are you contented watching me from
afar?” The stranger’s voice startled Bran. He waited motionless on the back of his horse. A
thousand thousand thoughts rushed through his head. How had he seen? How long had he
known he was being watched? With all the courage he could muster Bran led his horse forward,
his direwolf trotting along behind. Bran approached the man on horseback until he was
illuminated by the fire light.
He could now make out the sigil on the man’s chest. Two crossed swords underneath a
storm cloud, with a bolt of lightning striking where the two swords crossed. Bran knew it well,
the sigil of House Brighton. They were one of the great houses no different from the Starks, but
they were often overlooked by the people of the seven kingdoms. House Brighton held no
loyalties to other houses, or the crown for that matter. They rarely interfered with matters that
did not directly concern their house. It was as if they were completely separate from the other
people of Westeros although they lived among them. Their seat was Castle Stormshield that lay
to the South of Winterfell. It was South of the neck and was settled just West of the Vale of
Arryn. The Brightons held the little land that surrounded their castle. They had few people in
their service but their glory was legend.
They were self sufficient, relying only upon their own lands and people. They had never
been conquered, never bowed to a King or a Lord, not even the mighty Targaryen dynasty stood
against them. Few were ever concerned enough to rise against them, there was little to be gained
from opposing the Brightons but there was much to lose. Castle Stormshield was said to be
almost as impenetrable as the Eyrie and their soldiers were ten times as fierce. The few times
anyone was foolish enough to take up arms against House Brighton they sustained losses great
enough to abandon their conquest.
Old Nan had told Bran many stories about House Brighton and their fierce albeit small
armies. They marched in all black armor so dark that it drew the light from the battlefield and
struck fear into the hearts of their enemies.
“When a host of Brighton soldiers gather it looks as if a great storm gathers to march
against its enemies,” Old Nan once told him.
The soldiers of House Brighton were said to be the finest swordsmen in Westeros. Old
Nan told Bran that a knight in the service of House Brighton could defeat 50 knights of any
other house in sword combat, but he wasn’t sure that was entirely true.
Perhaps some of the most famous stories about House Brighton were the ones about the
son of Lord Brighton; those had always been Bran’s favorite. There was one instance in which
the Brightons rode out from their castle in force and joined the cause of their fellow houses,
during Robert’s Rebellion. The Brighton’s joined Roberts cause and sought to overthrow the
Mad King. Their forces were led by the very young son of Lord Brighton himself. He was
scarcely older than Bran was now, a boy of 12 leading an army to war. He had prodigious skill in
sword play and was a gifted soldier and so his Lord father allowed his only son to lead their
armies to war. The boy did well for himself in battle; his enemies named him the Stormsword
because he struck as quick as a bolt of lightning and overtook his enemies like a great swift
storm. It was said that his skill in the field nearly matched that of King Robert and Lord Eddard
and the rest of the great heroes and that he killed enough men to fill the narrow sea with their
blood. He carried two Valyrian steel swords into battle, and wielded them with deadly precision.
His skill in battle had people saying that he couldn’t be killed, that he was a chosen hero of the
gods. These stories helped inspire Bran to become a great knight when he heard them.
And here he was, in front of a soldier of Castle Stormshield a broken cripple who could
not even mount a horse properly. Bran looked directly into the man’s eyes; they were a grayish
blue, somehow when he looked into them he felt less alone and less like Bran the broken. To
Bran’s surprise Summer was nuzzled up next to the stranger, none of the Stark children’s
direwolves took to strangers this quickly. Summer was usually very protective of Bran; he didn’t
know what to make of this.
“How long were you planning on watching me in those bushes Lord Stark?” the man
asked.
“I’m sorry, I was scared and…How do you know who I am? Bran asked perplexed.
The man began to laugh. “You are Bran Stark of Winterfell, any fool could see that. Few
men travel with a direwolf at their side, you must be a Stark. I know you aren’t Robb Stark I saw
him less than a fortnight ago leading a host South. That only leaves Bran and Rickon, I assume
you are Bran?”
“I am.” Bran answered his question. Bran prepared to ask for the stranger’s name when
Summer raised his head and sniffed the air. He rose to his feet and began to growl. Suddenly, a
group of men appeared in the clearing. Bran counted at least six. They were dressed in ragged
clothes and were very dirty; one of the men was dressed in the black as the men of the Nights
Watch. “They must be wildlings,” Bran thought to himself. His last encounter with the wild men
had not gone well.
“We saw your fire and thought we might come and see what we could find.” The man in
the black said with a grim smile that showed the few teeth he had in his mouth. The rest of his
company chuckled along with him.
“I can assure you the only thing you will find here is death.” The Stormshield warrior
warned them.
“Bold words, maybe the southerner thinks he is above us boys. Let’s fuck his young mate
to teach him some respect, he is awfully pretty.”
“For that you will pay with your life.” Was all the man said as he sprang to his feet.
Summer was first to charge, overtaking the first man he encountered driving him to the dirt.
Screams of terror and the smell of blood filled the calm night air. When Bran looked back to the
stranger he was retrieving his sword from his scabbard that lay on the ground next to him. When
the man arose Bran noted that he was armed with not one but two swords. The blades shined the
deepest black. Bran immediately recognized them as Valyrian steel.
“He could not be,” Bran thought to himself.
Summer had finished off his first victim and was charging a second. The remaining four
men had drawn their swords and were approaching Bran’s mount. They were met by the warrior
before they could reach him. The first wildling swung wildly at the warrior. The man sidestepped
the strike with the grace of a dancer, and with his first sword cut the sword hand from the
wildling’s arm; with his second he sliced his leg open. The wildling was on his knees in front of
the gallant warrior screaming in agony clutching the stump that was once his hand. The Lord
placed both his swords crossed in front of his enemy’s neck and with a swift motion cut his
throat. A spray of blood gushed from the wound. Some of it splattered in Bran’s face and on his
clothes as he fought to steady his horse. The remaining three combatants looked startled at the
ease with which their companion was slaughtered. They charged together. The first strike came
from the deserter; the warrior swept the blow away with one of his swords. He deflected it with
such force that it struck one of the wildlings knocking him to the ground. The soldier seized this
opportunity and drove his sword into the downed man’s chest all the way through to the ground.
With his remaining sword he attacked the remaining wildling. He struck him so swiftly Bran
barely saw the blow fall. Bran did notice however the gash across the man’s chest from
underneath his left arm to half way across his chest, a river of blood flowed from the wound.
There was only one man left standing, the deserter from the Nights Watch. His grim confident
look had faded from his face, replaced by a look of pure terror. He made a desperate attempt to
strike the warrior but was deterred. The Lord deflected the blow and disarmed the man. He
begged for life on his knees in front of his conqueror.
“Please my lord, spare my life, and I am yours.”
“I told you the price was death.” The victor stuck him with a downward strike with such
force that it nearly cleaved the man’s head into two pieces. And with that it was finished.
Summer stood beside him, his face covered with blood. Six men were dead, killed by a wolf and
one man. Bran had never seen such a victory, the man killed with such grace and precision. The
man retrieved the sword he had driven into the wildling’s chest during the battle. Bran sat upon
his horse, unmoving and silent as he watched his hero drag the bodies from the camp.
When he returned he gazed deep into Bran’s eyes. Neither spoke a word; the only noises
that were heard came from summer licking the blood from her face lying in the grass. The man
began to untie Bran from his saddle and lifted him from his horse. He was not a large man but
the strength of his grasp was surprising to Bran. He cradled Bran in his arms never breaking eye
contact. Bran wrapped his hands around his new friend’s neck as he carried him to the edge of
the water. “We’ll need to clean you up,” was all he said. He lay Bran down at the pool and knelt
over him. With the gentlest of touches he began to remove Bran’s clothes until he lay naked in
the grass. Then he undressed himself and Bran saw the object of his affection up close, the naked
body and six inch cock he had watched from afar in secret. Bran sat up and the man cradled him
once again their naked bodies in contact with one another. The feeling of being carried in the
hero’s arms, feeling his small body pressed against his naked flesh, looking into his grey blue
eyes; all of these things made Bran tremble with excitement. He felt safe and at home here. He
hadn’t felt this way since his body was broken after falling from that tower.
Bran’s protector wadded into the water with Bran in his arms. Surprisingly the water was
warm against Bran’s skin. The man resituated Bran in his arms so that they were face to face and
Bran’s legs hung to the sides of the man drifting in the water. Bran wrapped his hands around his
neck and pulled himself in closer; it made him feel better to be closer to his new friend. The man
cupped water in his hands and washed the blood from Bran’s face. Bran was suddenly aware of
how hard he had become. His tiny cock was as hard as it could be. He had wanted to relieve
himself even before he had left Winterfell but had never had an opportunity. His cock brushed
up against the body of his gallant knight. The sensation sent chills up Bran’s body. Bran began to
rock his hips back and forth in his hero’s arms; each time his cock brushing up against his body. It
didn’t take long until Bran felt an overwhelming sensation overtake him. His orgasm was as
powerful as any he had ever felt. He felt it throughout his entire body, even in his toes, which
shocked Bran more than anything. He could feel nothing down there, not anymore.
Bran awakened from his trance and looked at the face of his friend; he was more
beautiful now than Bran had thought before. The man reached forward and swept Bran’s shaggy
brown hair from his forehead and smiled at the little Lord. He carried him out of the water back
up to the camp. He wrapped Bran in one of his own cloaks and sat him beside the fire.
“You’re the Stormsword.” Bran spoke as calmly as he could.
“I am Lord Lucas Brighton heir to Stormshield,” the man replied. “But many call me the
Stormsword, you’ve heard the stories I take it.” He added with a sly smile at the young boy.
“But you my young friend can call me Luke.”
“You’re the most gifted swordsman that’s ever lived. I’ve never seen such skill with a
blade. I wanted to be a great warrior just like you.” Bran told him, his eyes sparkling with
delight. “But I’m sure you’ve noticed that’s impossible now.” Bran added as he looked down at
his lifeless legs.
“Gifted? The power to kill is not a gift it is a curse. Each man I kill raises five more that
would see me dead. This is my burden to bear, my “gift” from the gods.” He spoke calmly but
with a sadness in his voice that Bran was all too familiar with.
“I thank you for saving me Lord Lucas. Ask of me what you will and if it be in my power
to give it, it is yours.”
“Just Luke if you will little Lord. And I would ask what you are doing alone at night time
outside the walls of Winterfell.” Luke said smiling warmly at his young friend.
“Just Bran if you will Luke, and I left Winterfell in the night. I should ask you the same.
What are you doing this far to the north all alone?” Bran retorted.
“Sometimes I like to venture out alone and see the world. It makes me feel alive.”
Bran liked that answer well enough. He smiled up at his protector and new friend. When
he looked at him he felt alive again. He had been dying on the inside ever since his fall and
meeting his hero had given him his life back. He was grateful he had left Winterfell; the gods had
arranged this chance meeting in the wild. It had helped him realize that his place was Winterfell.
But more than anything Bran was glad that he had stumbled upon Luke and they had become
friends. He still wasn’t sure what their connection was but Bran had never felt this strongly about
anyone before. His place may have been inside of Winterfell’s great halls but he never wanted his
friend to leave him. Everyone else had left him and none had come back, his father, Robb, Jon,
Sansa, Arya, even his mother had gone. He would not lose another, nearly everyone he had loved
had left him he would not lose his newest love. Suddenly Bran realized his strong feelings for his
mighty hero. He loved him; he must love him how else could he explain what he felt.
“Will you return to Winterfell with me?” Bran asked looking desperately into his new
love’s eyes.
“I will see you safely back to Winterfell. I welcome the adventure; I have never seen the
great northern halls in person.” Luke answered.
“How long will you stay?” Bran asked him next.
Luke looked down at the boy and brushed Bran’s hair from his forehead affectionately.
“We will see, we leave on the morrow, tonight we’ll sleep here.”
Luke knelt down and scooped Bran up in his arms and carried him to the tent they would
share for the night. As they were walking to the tent Bran rested his head on Luke’s chest and
listen to the steady beating of his heart. As they lay down for the night Bran slid himself as close
to his hero as he could, pressing his back against his chest. Bran felt warm and secure being so
close to his love. Slowly, Luke wrapped his arm around Bran and pulled him into a tight embrace.
As he drifted off to sleep Bran could feel his lover’s manhood harden underneath his trousers
and press against him.

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“Ohh daddy,” Anna sighed, the springs in her mattress squeaking as if she was pushing her hips with extra force. My mind reeled with thoughts of what this could possibly mean: did she want me? Was she really fantasizing about me? Did the word have no connections with me? Did my daughter want me?
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I am a very busy daughter, according to my dad, Dan. And he knows exactly what I do. Every day, I come home and go straight to my room, slamming the door behind me, strip, and start to furiously rub my little cunt.
God, I live to masturbate. My daddy knows that too. That sick fuck loves to listen to my bed squeaking with my hips, the moans from my porn videos, my excited gasps floating down the hall to his waiting ears. I know he strokes that hard cock, and it drives me wild! I’m not sure how I can ignore the deep throb in my pussy whenever I think about it, but deep down I know that’s why I’m such a horny piece of pussy.
Why, just today, I made my dear old daddy watch his little girl soak her bedding with pussy juice! I know he didn’t mind it though. I put on a very good show for him: gasping as I imagined his hands fingering the swell of my breasts and pinching my nipples, his tongue soon following suit as he would suck them deep inside his throat, his warm cock pounding inside my cunt as his hands gripped at my ass cheeks, my walls rippling around his length as I whimpered for more of my imagination.
I knew he would cum hard like he did. Even though I was moaning real loud for my daddy, imagining his thick fingers moving in and out of my tight little hole, I could definitely still hear his low moan of pleasure as he came hard in his hand.
I had been rubbing my aching clit soothingly for a few minutes after we had come together, but my hopes of him bursting into the room to ravage my body were dashed to bits as he retreated to his sofa. The bastard!
Only a few minutes were spent as I grew horny again, and this time, determined. Picking my naked body from the bed, I strolled down the hallway to my father. His black hair was glinting from the sun as I could hear the slippery sounds of his hand stroking his inflating cock. My own juices had slicked my thighs as I walked.
Daddy turned his head when he heard the pitter patter of my tiny feet and his eyes widened in fright and shock as he drank in my naked body.
“A-A-Anna!” he spluttered as he attempted to hide his hardened member back inside his pants. His attempts were to no avail as the strain forced his dick head out of his fly. My heart was pounding only because the object of my desire was gleaming with pre-cum in front of my eyes. I licked my lips greedily as I bent down in front of him.
My hand wrapped around his meat pole and stroked up and down his shaft eagerly. The base was thick with cum even though he had shot his semen not long ago and it was beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight if I wanted to, and I certainly didn’t want to. What I wanted was to make him moan my name and fill my mouth with his creamy cum over and over again.
He made no futile attempts to stop me from licking his tip—probably too shocked to do so—and ran my tongue slowly down to the base and back up to the tip. My tongue flicked over his piss slit slowly, my hands traveling up his legs to rest at the crevice of his groin and thigh.
Our eyes were open and staring into each other as I licked and kissed my daddy’s lovely cock, my fingertips ever so gently caressing his scrotum. Every brush of my fingertips glazed his eyes with an extra coat of lust until I began to massage his balls slowly. My fingers softly squeezed on his right testicle as my mouth tenderly suckled his left, my tongue savoring the salty taste of his skin.
I groaned with him as his head was thrown back onto the back of the sofa, his eyes undoubtedly closed with pleasure. With the slightest of movements, I felt his balls jump—a sure sign that his cum was beginning to boil over. His hand took a grip on my hair between the soft strokes his fingers made through my locks. “That’s it baby, suck daddy’s cock. Suck the cum out of me,” he urged me on desperately, his hand pulling me off his nuts and forcing me around his cock.
My warm mouth locked onto my daddy’s fattening cock as my tongue played underneath his length. His moans grew louder and evolved into yells as he released a sizable load into my mouth. I hungrily drank it all and swallow every last drop. After I could feel that he was unable to spurt out any more hot cum for his good little girl, I sucked the last drips from his delicious cock.
I licked my lips as I reveled in the taste of his salty cum and looked back up at him. He was disheveled on the sofa, panting for air as he softly rubbed my cheek affectionately. His cock had wilted in my hand by the time he could bring his eyes back to mine.
Without a thought, I stood and kissed him on the lips. I made him taste his cum on my tongue by shoving it down his throat, our tongues dancing together like choreographed snakes. Biting his lip, I slowly pulled back to stare him in the eyes.
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My body was in shock as I looked at my naked daughter, her eyes filled with lust. The swell of her breast heaved as she breathed.
Though the taste of my own cum lingered on my tongue, I was smiling up at her. Her mouth had played it skills like a professional violinist on a violin—she being the professional and my cock her instrument. With how her tongue swirled and danced around me, I was sure that my little princes had not only done it hundreds of times before, but I was positive that she had also done other things—more intimate things—with other guys. The only question I had to this was when she found the time to be with someone without my knowledge. A part of me, however, doesn’t care.
As her tongue snaked out to lick her lips, she smiled triumphantly. My body had been spent, but I was determined to make it a fair ordeal between the two of us.
My hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her forward so that she was straddling my lap, her open slit nudging against my wilted cock. My skin shocked at my finger found my daughter’s coated clit. I realized then that seeing Anna’s eyes flutter closed while her face clearly displayed pleasure was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my fifty-five years.
“Mmm, daddy,” she sighed with a smile spread across her bright face. As my fingers mashed at her love button, teasing her opening ever so slightly, she began to bounce up and down as if she were riding a cock. In my mind she was riding her sweet old father. In the most hypnotic of ways, her full tits bounced up and down in front of my face. The large circles that were her nipples were hardening and my mouth latched onto her pink nubbin.
I greedily sucked her like a newborn baby, my daughter loving the attention and showing her gratitude through calling out to me, “Daddy….Daddy….Ooooh daddy!” My tongue flicked and circled her areola and tip with fervor, my body needing to pleasure her as much as she needed it.
“Oooh that’s right! Yeah!—Bite your baby’s hard tits daddy! Ohgodyes rub baby’s pussy and suck on her tits! Rub baby’s pussy and suck on her tits!” Anna called out as her bounces grew harder and harder, wanting my fingers stroking in and out of her tight hole. With every thrust of her hips that failed to sink my fingers inside of her, Anna’s body just tried harder.
At last, I gave into her body’s demand to be filled and thrust into her as she came down on me, without warning. Her bright, blue eyes widened at the sudden gaping in her most intimate hole and temporarily lost her breath. I felt a trickle run down my fingers and onto my wrist as I slowly raked my fingers in and out of her snug opening. Her bouncing proceeded as I continued to finger her, somehow getting her breath back without panting in lust.
Fingering my daughter’s creamy cunt, my cock had become semi-erect and felt the droplets of the trickle I felt earlier splattering my skin. I had assumed that I had made her squirt a mini orgasm out of her packed cunt and my cock grew harder at the thought.
Soon my daughter was bouncing as fast as she had before my fingers were thrusted inside her, and I could tell from the rippling of her inner walls that she was close to the edge, ready to release on my hand.
An urge to have my mouth flooded with her sweet nectar took a hold of me. “Baby,” I ordered her breathlessly, “stand up Anna. I wanna taste this sweet, soaking cunt.” She moaned as her snug pussy left my stiff fingers and her legs stretched out straight, presenting her mound to me with her hips thrusted forward.
My eyes closed as I let my tongue extend so the tip could reach her hardened clit. With the sweet taste of her pussy juices saturating my taste buds, I brought my hands up to spread her lips open and buried into her thrusting hips. I had no time to process the distinct taste of blood from her cum as she gripped my tongue in her throbbing pussy and flooded my face with her juices.
The tangy and sweet flavor, my mind cleared of the blood that mingled in the fluid and ordered me to attack her mound with gusto. My lips clamped over her pussy lips as I sucked hard on the entire area, my tongue wiggling inside her spasming hole. Keeping my mouth firmly placed on her vulva, I allowed my hands to weave around her sides to grab the firm globes of her ass.
My fingers mauled at her flesh as I continued to drink her delicious liquid, hearing the faint call of my daughter’s sweet voice. With a mind of their own, my fingers were pulling her cheeks apart and squeezing them together only to pull them apart once more.
I found myself working my fingertips closer to my daughter’s asshole, my fingers gently rubbing and pushing her entrance. Never before had I been the type to be into anal, but with Anna, I knew I could do anything and she would want it. She wanted me to be using her like this and it was then that things clicked in my mind—she set this whole thing up; she wanted us to be disgustingly filthy with each other; she wanted me to see her taut pussy lips spread apart as she worked herself into a frenzy.
In my new state of mind, my finger pushed through her entrance and I was rewarded with a new flood of my little girl’s cum.
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“I’m coming daddy! Oooh…,” I called out to my father, probably on deaf ears as his finger slipped inside my asshole. Though I had fingered my own ass a number of times, I had never been able to get the relaxation or the ability to do it while I was so close to my orgasm. The shove of his finger while my inner walls gripped and milked his wriggling tongue sent me over the edge and I came in his mouth.
My daddy drank up my juices greedily as I continued to thrust against him, shaking hard. If it hadn’t been for his other hand holding my ass cheek so strongly, I’m sure that I would have fallen down and cracked my head open. As I shook and he drank, his finger slowly pressed in and dragged almost all the way out of my rosebud. His finger hugged snugly by my muscle.
“Oh fuck daddy….My pussy is getting sore and my ass isn’t used to such big fingers,” I told him. I didn’t have to force my voice to get high-pitched like a little girls, any orgasm could get my body automatically doing that.
All I got in response was his tongue receding from my pussy only to bathe its spit on my worn out clit. My eyes clenched tight as a gasp made my back arch in shock. I was faintly aware of my hands gripping tufts of his graying hair as I moaned breathlessly for him. After a few minutes, my father detached himself from my muff and looked up at me.
“You can’t get a period when you’re having sex can you?” he asked me quizzically, his finger stroking in and out of my ring with short, deliberate strokes. I told him that it wasn’t exactly a known thing, but my absolute guess was that it was practically impossible.
“Why did I taste blood then?”
That was the first thing that ever made me blush and I felt a little embarrassed that my dad didn’t understand that it was my cherry. I just turned my head away and stuttered on what I was trying to say to him.
“It was- Well I’m- I was- a virgin…,” my little girl voice finally forced out. From the corner of my eye I saw my father’s face readjust completely with shock. My own dad thought I was a slut! My anger was hushed before it even started as my father’s finger was still pulling in and out of my tight asshole, the skin tugging at my pussy lips and bringing my cunt back to life. If I had the ability to open my eyes and look down at my daddy, I would have seen the gears turning in his head.
He worked his finger in and out of me with more want, giving me his whole finger, before shoving another digit in my ass. “And how long have you been planning this?” I truly was surprised to hear him ask such a question – he was usually not the one to be so frank.
I had no need to lie, so I told him the truth. “I didn’t plan this daddy. I’ve always fantasized about it though… you coming in my room to saw your fingers in and out of my pussy as your tongue covers my little clit, but I never planned to act on it,” my high-pitched little girl’s voice sang as I forced my ass muscles to relax and take his digging fingers.
As my words melted into his ears, I could feel him working harder on my butt, getting himself a bit more worked up than me. “Oooh baby,” he groaned as he plunged his fingers in my tight ass, “oh baby, you have no idea how hard you’ve got my prick you little nympho.”
Guiding me with his fingers still in my ass, I was forced to turn around and look down at his cock. His cock head was dripping precum as he stood straight up in the air, waiting for a nice, wet pussy to wrap itself around his hard pole. My mouth was watering to take his meat in my mouth as I felt something cold on my ass cheeks. I still had a dripping cunt as I realized that the cold, wet streaks were my father’s slithering tongue licking at my skin.
I felt a little bad that my dad was doing so much to make me feel good so I bent at the waist and let my lips brush against his cock tip. My hand loosely wrapping around his balls brought out a hearty gasp from my father and I moaned back in response. Inside my mouth, I could feel my vibrations hardening his cock even more, my tongue sliding and snaking around his throbbing member.
My tongue snaking around his meat brought gasps and low groans that were only interrupted by his licking. With my head bobbing up and down on his length, my father nipped at my skin and used his other hand to play with one of my hanging nipples. I was surprised to find that my nipples were hard in his fingertips. His fingers pinched and scraped at my skin as I continued to suck my daddy’s cock with fervor, my hand caressing his scrotum so I could hear him moan. My efforts produced a long, throaty moan of my name. Hearing my daddy say my name so passionately made my aching cunt go into overdrive and a single drop of pussy juice ran down the length of my inner thigh.
“Oh god baby, fuck daddy,” he breathlessly begged, close to tears, as he pulled out of my ass with a pop and placed his hands around my hips. His hands helped shove me down on is cock, my pussy wrapping around his throbbing pole. My eyes closed tight as my walls rippled and gripped him desperately, my body bouncing on his cock as my father faced my back.
My daddy’s lips fluttered against the back of my neck as I mercilessly rode his hard cock. As I rode him, I could feels my pussy pulsating around him, milking his cock of precum as my daddy nipped at my skin. His hands came from my hips and cupped the swell of my breasts, his fingertips pinching at my bouncing nipples.
I couldn’t help but to moan passionately for him as his cock pummeled by sweet pussy and his fingers worked relentlessly on my nipples, his nails leaving scratch marks on my tits and on my stomach. I was sure that his teeth were leaving their own indentations on my skin as he furiously bit into me. It wasn’t long before he took his hands off my firm chest to push me forward, making me hold onto the coffee table for support as his hands helped me bounce on him.
He urged my hips to move up and down his shaft as his nails dug into my sides, the pain being a pleasurable pain in the most accurate sense. It was only a few strokes until my father found what could have only been my g-spot. The moans, mewls, and crazy screams I was producing told him that he found my g-spot and he began to hammer his thick cock into me, the veiny deliciously pulling against my pulsating muscles.
As I was bent over, my daddy’s huge cock pounding into me, his hands left my hips – one went to grab a fistful of hair while the other one went to plant itself above my ass. Now that I was looking forward, my eyes opened slightly, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes with how good it felt being my daddy’s little fuck slut. I was reveling the feeling my daddy was giving me as he fucked me when I felt his thick digit – most likely his thumb – entering into my asshole while he pounded my throbbing cunt.
“OHGOD YES! OH FUCK YEAH!!!! OH GOD DADDDY!!!” I moaned and screamed as my pussy could hold no more and gripped him deep inside me. “I’M COMING ALL OVER YOUR COCK DADDY! My baby pussy is coming for your cock!” I screamed at him, my throat being stripped raw as I damn near threw out my voice.
“Yeah, that’s it you little bitch. Fucking come for daddy, give that baby juice on daddy’s cock and let him fill you up with his hot cum,” my father moaned in a husky voice, his cock throbbing with a thick load of cum rising from his balls through his shaft. He fucked his little girl with a renewed vigor, filling the room with a wet slapping noise as our skin met and my pussy coated him, and the sofa, with our mixed juices.
“Daddy’s gonna come in you Anna – OH HE’S COMING IN YOUR PUSSY BABY!” he said as his cock exploded inside my cunt.
“YES DADDY! FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM DADDY! YES! YES! YES!!!” I screamed and urged him on as I felt his cum drain into me, filling me with warmth, spreading from my cunt to the rest of my body. My eyes rolled back into my head as I leaned back into my daddy’s chest and felt some of our cum drip out of my pussy and start to roll down his shaft and balls to join the puddle we had made on the cushions.
Our bodies settled, and my daddy kissed my lips and neck affectionately as his cock shrunk out of my tunnel.
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Dan hurriedly put everything in place as he eagerly watched the clock. Minutes ticked by and all he could think about was how his daughter, Anna, was coming home from college. Ever since they had had that glorious evening of sexual bliss, the two had become closer than ever, though they never really ventured more from the occasional grab and kiss.
A few years had gone by since that delicious afternoon and Anna had moved out of the house and into a community college dorm while holding her job at the grocery store, the chain being nice enough to move her to a location closer to her school. Dan spent more nights with his wife, Mary, as the months passed by, his mind occupied with how his daughter’s cunt was so much tighter than Mary’s.
Mary had certainly never known that her husband and daughter had any sort of sexual contact, but never understood why her husband was suddenly so eager to get to bed at night. She was always proud of her daughter with every new e-mail that she received and bragged about the achievements to her co-workers.
It had been over a year since Dan last felt any sort of contact with Anna and her arrival had caused him several trips to the bathroom so he could masturbate his cum into the toilet, moaning in solitude about how tight his daughter was.
In her car, Anna had turned up the volume and filled the tank up for her long trip home. Her company had graciously given her the time off that she need, after she had persuaded her boss with her mouth to give her the days off. She could still feel his sperm sliding down her throat as the wind blew about her car’s frame.
Her mind drifted in and out of her memories as she thought of her childhood home. The most recurring memory was of her father taking her virginity on the living room couch. After they had fucked, Anna gathered herself from her father’s lap and headed to the shower where she got rid of all his sperm thoroughly. She spent so much time in the shower getting rid of his cum that she was almost late to work.
Since then, Anna’s sexual escapades grew in numbers. Boys were noticing her in a whole new light. Sure, they had noticed her before, but now they could see the sex kitten that resided just below the surface – now they knew that they didn’t have to have a few minutes of coaxing to get her juices flowing. It made her become more womanly with her hips thinning out, her fat disintegrating as her muscles developed from all the thrusting. She had been made into a sexual deviant and she was proud of it.
No matter what she did with other men, or girls, away from home, Anna’s pussy always itched for the cock that made her. The way her daddy jack hammered into her had stuck in her mind as the best fuck she would ever get – and the men she messed around with were proving her assumption right. Though, she truly did miss her mother, Anna was excited to get another chance at fucking her father properly. Just the thought of being able to fuck him again sent her pussy into a drenched state, her juices soaking through her panties and to the seat’s material.
Mary had gone out to get some last minute snacks when Anna pulled into the driveway and opened the garage. Deep inside her, she felt excitement at knowing that she and her father would have the house to themselves for a number of minutes. Definitely long enough to get a quickie in. With her juices still collecting in her panties, Anna stepped inside the house.
Dan was in the living room like always, just as his daughter remembered him: black hair with gray sprinkled throughout the locks as his head poked over the side of the couch. The television was blaring like it always had, but Anna could still hear the faint sound of his panting. Her steaming hot cunt throbbed as her nipples hardened: it was just like that sex-filled day so many years ago.
“Daddy! You didn’t start without me did you?” Anna playfully pouted as her hip jutted out. Dan turned around to see the gentle sway of her hips lopsided, her legs open just wide enough for him to see the wet spot at the “V” of her limbs.
“Of course not princess,” smiled her father mischievously. “I was just getting warmed up for you. How about you bounce on your dear old man’s cock honey?”
Anna smirked devilishly as her hands grabbed hold of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her shirt floated to the ground as she made to wiggle out of her jeans, barely stopping to peal the fabric from her skin. Dan was surprised to see his daughter not wearing a bra, but enjoyed the view immensely. The jiggle of her shapely ass was just detectable as she jumped up and down, and her father laughed, his cock throbbing as he imagined her ass jiggled from his pounding.
She ripped off her old, drenched panties and straddled her father. Heat radiated from her legs as she grinded into him, the brush of his cock against her clit and vulva exciting her more.
Dan buried his hand in her blond hair and brought her mouth to his, their tongues dancing in a passionate bond. Veins were furiously bulging in his cock as his free hand went to play with his daughter’s erect nipple, the nubs standing up angrily with arousal. With her neglected nipples finally getting the attention from her father, Anna let a soft whimper out into her father’s mouth. Her whimper turned into a soft moaning when the calloused tips of her daddy’s fingers pinched the red beads of skin. Dripping from her soaking cunt, her sweet pussy juice coated the top of his shaft.
The feel of his baby’s smooth pussy against his warm rod forced Dan into a lusty thrust upwards. Both pulled away as her wet folds wrapped around his stiff member. Inside, Dan knew that her hole was not as tight as it was their first time, but it didn’t take away from the strong squeeze her inner walls were placing on his blood-engorged dick. Anna was enjoying his fat cock with a smile when her daddy decided to start pumping into her cunt.
“Oh yeah daddy, pound my little baby pussy with your fat fucking cock,” she breathed out in urgency, her body bouncing for more of her father’s length. He moaned in response as he drove himself deeper inside Anna, a wet, sloppy sound audible from the movement.
Dan worked in and out of his daughter, his thick cock pumping quickly into her as the sounds of their slapping skin paired with their moans. At times, father and daughter would moan at the same time and make them feel even more desperate for release. Anna could feel her inner walls rippling around his throbbing shaft with her hole tightly hugging against him. Her dad was definitely feeling his cum boil in his balls as he fucked his daughter.
The steady slap of skin against skin – stomach against stomach, balls against ass – was music to her ears as she felt her clit and cunt throb powerfully around her father. She was close and she needed to release.
“Fuck yeah daddy! Oooh that’s it – Fuck your little girl hard with your long, hard, fat fucking cock,” Anna cried into her father’s shoulder as her toes curled with her tightened body. She shook uncontrollably while her father continued to ride her spasming tunnel, gripping her hair with enough strain to make her faintly aware of the pain he wanted to cause her.
“Cum inside your horny, little baby slut daddy,” Anna ordered her father through her pants. Her eyes were staring deep into his as she flexed her cunt around his hard cock in hopes of having his cum fill her womb. Feeling her walls wrap around him tighter with such control brought Dan to the edge in a matter of seconds. His hands flew to her hips and pulled her completely onto his cock, trying to fit into her to the last centimeter.
Stuffing her full of his cock made Anna’s eyes go wide with shock and pain: she could feel the tip of his cock gently stretching into the opening of her cervix. Despite the pain, she came once more over his cock, her juices shooting out to cover his thighs and the warm sack that rested against her ass. Dan was in bliss as his lips fluttered over her exposed chest, kissing her clavicles tenderly as he pumped his thick ropes of sticky cum straight into her depths. Shot after shot filled her tiny cunt and began to drip out of her hole as her father pulled out of her.
Her full lips brushed against his as she wrapped her arms around him. They spent a few minutes with their sweaty bodies entangled together before they parted. Anna quickly gathered the remnants of her outfit and ran into her old room to get dressed.
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In the garage, Mary gripped the door knob with white knuckles. She had just seen her husband and daughter on the couch in a hot fuck. Clothes were strewn about the hallway and Anna was bouncing on her husband, sweat spotting the back of Dan’s neck.
She could feel the seams of her heart breaking. How could her husband of over 30 years cheat on her?- Especially with their own daughter?! Mary felt betrayed and hurt in the most intimate of ways, but she could not deny the excitement it had excited in her. Just the thought of having her husband’s thick cock and large balls being bounced on by a young tight pussy got her nipples throbbing on her large breasts.
Her old pussy was tingling in her heated panties, her juices beginning to spot the gusset. A soft breeze was running through the open garage and sending a pleasant shiver through her skin. Mary’s moist cunt itched to be fucked and her nipples begged to be pinched. She knew that the neighbors would certainly see her naked body if she pulled her clothes off and started to finger herself, but her mind pushed the thoughts out as she put her purse on the ground.
The buttons of her denim jeans unbuttoned and fell around her sandaled feet. Her fingers slipped beneath the waist of her white cotton panties and found her hardened clit. Mary’s other hand pulled her shirt up above her breast, the cups of her bra going with her shirt. The soft swell of her 40DD breast hung out in the open air as her fingers slowly ran up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around her mound.
Soft sighs of relief bubbled over her choked cries as her hand massaged her plump tit, her nipple swelling to a stiffened nub. Pinching and pulling on her hard nipples soon brought moans from deep within her throat.
Juices soaked her panties and were beginning to slick her thighs when Mary decided to pull her panties around her ankles. She could not believe that she was exposing her almost naked body for the entire cul-de-sac to see. What on earth was she thinking? Mary could only tell someone that she only had orgasms on her mind.
Her fingers slipped inside her lubricated hole and made her moan loud enough for her neighbors to hear. The 70-year-old man from across the street was peering through his window to see the perfect view of her hand working beneath her panties, his cock hardening at the sight.
As Mary furiously fingered her pussy with three fingers fitting inside her hole, the man in the window masturbated with eyes glued to her form. She lifted a breast to her mouth as she sucked her hard nub between her teeth, her fingers continuing to pound into her open pussy.
Thoughts of her daughter’s swinging tits as her father penetrated her slippery mound made her tunnel throb powerfully around her searching fingers. Her velvet smooth walls rippled around her manicured nails and gripped them as her canal spasmed in orgasm, the cum exploding around her fingers and smearing on her upper thighs. Mary was not afraid of her indisposed family finding her, nor was she scared that a neighbor was unashamedly stroking his cock to her nude body: she had no care in the world other than the hurt that she felt. The hurt of being cheated on subdued from her orgasm, but the pain was undoubtedly still lingering.
Mary pulled her shirt and bra down before pulling her panties and shorts up, taking her bag in her hand as she stood. Gathering the rest of her groceries, Mary wiped her eyes softly before making a loud entrance to a clean hallway and her family sitting in the kitchen, munching on chips as they chatted.
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Mary spoke with Dan and Anna throughout the night as normally as she could manage, her silent stares into the abyss only bringing a slight stir in the night’s talk. Images of her daughter’s head passionately thrown back as her breasts bounced up and down in front of Dan’s face moistened Mary’s slit throughout the torturous evening. Anna and Dan acted as if they were a normal father and daughter, and the sight absolutely sickened Mary. How could these two act so innocently when the two of them were doing such hideous things?!
The evening wound down with Dan sitting in the middle of the couch, Anna and Mary idly watching an old war movie the man of the house had chosen. Dejectedly, Mary stared at the television screen without really absorbing the line of the story, her mind preoccupied with jealousy for her daughter. Mary wanted to have her husband pound away at her aging pussy like that, to have that passion for her tanned body, to have an honest relationship to each other like they had promised to each other so many years ago.
“What?” Anna’s mother blandly asked as she realized her attention had been called.
“You looked tired mom. I think you should go to bed; I’m gonna go to bed as well momma,” Anna said to her mother. Her youthful body stretched—Mary noticing her husband’s eyes fleetingly glance at their daughter’s full tits—before getting up from her chair to head towards the bedrooms.
Mary changed into her nightgown and crawled into bed, staying up to listen for the perverted acts of her family. She drifted off to sleep, still straining her ears for the trace of her daughter’s faint moan.
In her slumber, Mary dreamt of her daughter’s moaning mouth, her body sticky with globs of cum as she rode her daddy. When she woke up at the darkest hour of the night, Mary could feel the moisture in her hairy slit. She noticed that Dan had not come to bed and wasted no time in slipping her hand between her legs, a sharp moan escaping her as her clit was softly brushed.
Her fingers gently pushed into her sensitive flesh, rubbing in small circles. The fingers of Mary’s other hand slid up and down her body before going to her slippery folds, teasing the skin around her opening. She could feel her heart pounding in excitement as she toyed with her pussy, her nipples hard as she thought of her daughter opening her slim legs to show her mother an open, horny hole.
A faint moan filled the house, a few moments passing by before Mary realized that the moan didn’t belong to her. Knowing that her baby girl was moaning while her mother pleasured her horny cunt made Mary sink her fingers into her depths. Her aging hips pushed into her pounding hand while her juices dripped onto the sheets and down her large ass.
The ripples over her fingers excited Mary, but she was distracted: she wanted to see her daughter getting fucked.
As quick as she could, Mary silently moved from her bed to the hall. Now, she could hear her Anna moaning to her father with clarity, the soft sounds of slapping skin falling upon Mary’s ears. Strong pulses in her pink depths gave Mary enough courage to make her way down the hall.
Loud slaps were heard with a strange scraping noise, Mary instantly knowing that it was the kitchen table her family was fucking on. “Oh yes daddy, fuck my little cunt,” Anna begged in a hushed moan, the words making Mary’s cunt spasm with want. Mary’s fingers thrusted in and out of her gaping cunt as she watched and listened on the sinful act.
Anna’s legs were wrapped around her father, his hand pushing her nipple to her mouth. Dan watched his daughter as she greedily suckled her own tit as he fucked her hot, wet pussy. “You want all of daddy’s cock in your pussy? You like having every inch of my cock baby? You like all of daddy’s cock in that tight fuckhole? Fucking take my cock” he grunted to his daughter, much to Mary’s delight as she felt herself shaking, her own body close to orgasm.
Her daughter’s groans and gasps became strained, her climax looming in the horizon. “Make my pussy come daddy,” she whined as her ample breasts bounced up and down. “Make me cover your cock with cum! Oh fuck my horny fucking pussy daddy! Fuck my slutty cunt you old fuck! Yes daddy, yes. Oh—I’m coming! I’m coming on your hard cock daddy! Oooh!”
Mary bit into her lip as she felt her pussy release its fluid over her hand as she watched her daughter do the same to her husband’s pistoning cock. The talk had driven the mother to the edge as she watched the sway of her daughter’s breasts and the swing of her husband’s balls against their daughter’s luscious ass.
“Make her fucking come daddy,” she whispered as her fingers rode out her spasming walls, her hard nipples rubbing against the wall as she watched her husband pull out of their blond daughter. Juices coated his thick cock as he started to fist his length, his daughter gliding off the table to slide her lips up and down his hard shaft.
“Suck my cock you little slut,” ordered her father as he pushed his girth into her pink lips, her throat bulging as his cock slid into her mouth. Tears welled up in Anna’s eyes as she let her father fuck her pretty mouth. Mary gasped and rode another orgasm as she saw her husband empty his balls down their daughter’s throat, her daughter gulping down his load with expertise.
In a shocked daze, Mary scrambled to her bathroom to clean herself up. A quick cleaning brought her back to bed, and was fast asleep by the time Dan crawled into bed with her.

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Doggy-Style

When school is over, summer can be so boring for a young girl in the countryside. Luckily, she has a dog!

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A freaky step daughter # 5

It was Saturday Night at 7:15 when my wife got home she went straight into the shower. At right at 8 she was standing at my side saying she is ready. As every Saturday night we went out for supper at the local sports pub, they had the best steak dinner in town. When we got there I was told that there was a small $10 race to three pool tournament tonight. I consider myself a fairly good pool player so I entered the tourny. My wife said she was tired tonight and didn’t want to stay for the tourny so she would call Sue to come get her after supper. We had a few drinks with our supper, then when it was time for me to play she called Sue to come get her. I was in my second game when Sue arrived after my shot was done Sharon bought two 12 packs of beer, kissed me and left with Sue and Mindy. The tourny had started at 9 so at 11:15 Frank and I was on the last game. I broke made the 8 but scratched so I lost the match on the hill. I ended up getting $35 for finishing 2nd. I finished my last drink and headed home.
So I will tell you what was happening at home while I was at the pub. I learned this the next time I talked to Sue in private.
Note to reader in my state 18 is legal beer drinking age.
As the girls got home they started having a few beers and watching a movie that Sue had rented earlier this evening. By now Sharon was feeling no pain as she has never been a big drinker. She was slurring a tad and giggling a lot. When a scene of the movie was two lesbians getting raunchy in bed. Sharon looked at it and said you know I have always been curious about doing that. I always figured it would be great because its like only a woman knows what a woman likes. Sue turned to Sharon and said Mom it is great Mindy and I have had sex with each other and we love it. Sharon’s mouth dropped open and she just looked at Mindy as Mindy shook her head yes and smiled. Sharon still just sat there and stared so Sue took the first step and said Mom just watch.
Sue stood up started stripping then told Mindy to take her clothes off also. Sharon sat there and watched as these to beautiful young ladies was taking their clothes off. After they was naked Sue stepped to Mindy and they started kissing. As the kissing got hotter they started caressing each others bodies. After a couple of minutes of this Sue broke apart from Mindy then reached down and moved the coffee table to the side of the room. Mindy knew why she had done this and laid down on the floor where the table had been. Sue now returned to Mindy and laid down beside her and they started kissing and fondling again. Sharon had now leaned over with her elbows on her knees and stared at what was happening on the floor in front of her. After a minute of the kissing and touching Sue pulled away from Mindy’s face and lowered her head down to Mindy’s tits and started sucking one. She had done this for a while then she sat up and told Sharon “reach down here and squeeze Mindy’s other tit as I am working this one over”. Sharon was in a trance and just did as her daughter had told her to do. She reached down with a shaking hand and when it hit Mindy’s hard nipple she yanked back a bit. Sue reached out grabbed her Mom’s hand and put it on Mindy’s tit and held it there. After a few seconds Sue could feel her Mother’s hand start to massage the warm flesh it was holding. Sue then released Sharon’s hand and started sucking the other tit again. Mindy was moaning with pleasure as both of her milk mounds were being tended. After a little while of this Sue started slipping her fingers into Mindy’s dripping wet cunt. Sue slid 2 fingers in and in no time had 3 buried into her best friend hot pussy. Sharon was now really kneading Mindy’s nipple making so big and hard it looked like it would explode. Sue took her face away from the tit she was sucking and told Sharon to get on the floor beside her and if or when she was ready she could start sucking the 1 she was massaging. Sue had just started sucking the tit she had been on when she seen Sharon lean forward and touch the other nipple with her tongue, She just held it there at first. As she got more courage she started sucking and nibbling on it, just like she liked being done to her own. Sue then took her soaking wet hand away from Mindy’s love tunnel and smeared the juice onto the nipple she has been sucking. Sharon watched as Sue then took the nipple back into her mouth. Sue then reached over and touched her wet fingers to the nipple her Mom was just sucking. This time Sharon didn’t need no encouragement she just dove right in and took the wet nipple into her mouth. As she was sucking the sweet pussy juice from the nipple she then slipped her hand down with Sue’s and started playing with Mindy’s slick slit. With the double feature Mindy was receiving she started to cum violently shaking, shuddering and screaming. After she came down from her sexual high she just experienced she just laid there in ecstasy. Sue sat straight up and told Sharon to take off her clothes. By now Sharon was just like a sex slave she would do anything she was told.
~~~~Sharon stood and started removing her clothes as she was told. After she was naked Sue helped her to lay down in the spot that Mindy had just be in. Sue just leaned down beside her Mother as Mindy went right to Sharon’s waiting love hole. As Mindy got to the gaping hole she could smell Sharon’s musky sex smell and see her juices flowing down between her legs. Sharon clinched her eyes closed as she felt Mindy’s hot breath on her tender pussy. When Mindy entered Sharon’s gap with her tongue, Sharon went into a orgasm. As she was screaming she felt a mouth on her tit she opened her eyes and there was her very own daughter sucking her nipple like there was no tomorrow. That made Sharon orgasm again even harder than the first one. After calming some Sharon spoke up and said” I want to eat a pussy right now”. With that Sue sat up crawled up beside her Mother’s head and straddled her face then set her wet eager pussy onto her Mother’s mouth. As soon as the pussy was close Sharon stuck her tongue into the opening as far as she could. As she entered the love canal with her tongue Sue’s pent up juice flooded Sharon’s mouth as and ran down her face. Mindy had now given Sharon her third orgasm in as many minutes. As she felt Sharon’s body bucking under her she reached her first orgasm and spilled even more love juice into her Mother’s mouth. Just then is when I walked in the house.
Now back in my own words as I am now home.
As I walk through the door I am floored at the sight before my eyes. There on the floor is my wife getting her sweet pussy licked and sucked by my step daughters best friend. On my wifes face sets her daughter feeding her dripping pussy to her Mother. I stripped my clothes off and my hardening cock sprung out of my boxers. I then walked over to where the 3 girls was I reached down and pulled Mindy’s sweet ass up into the air, crawled forword and crammed every inch of my cock into her wet steamy hot pussy. I was pounding her so hard that her face was banging into my wife’s pussy like a hammer. When Sharon felt this she pushed Sue up some so she could see why Mindy was doing this. As Sharon looked me in the eyes she just smiled and pulled Sue back down on her face. I was fucking Mindy as hard and deep as I could. She was moaning into Sharon’s pussy, which in turn made Sharon moan into Sue’s pussy. That then made Sue moan and groan as she was riding her Mom’s sexy face. Then Sue said lets change. We all sat up and started moving around. It ended up with Sue on the floor Mindy setting on her face and Sharon bent down eating her Daughter’s hot cunt from a new angle. I just eased forward and crammed my hard cock into Sharon’s wide open pussy. We all started rocking and moaning. Sharon was so wet and sloppy that every stroke I was giving her was making a sloshing sound. By now all three girls was having another orgasm. There was moaning and screaming all through the room. I then had a great idea I stood and left the room. I returned and I had a fuck partner. Brutis needed no prodding as he headed straight for Mindy’s backside as she was bent over Sue’s face. I then jumped right back on Sharon.
Brutis had hit the mark and was slamming into Mindy’s pussy as Sue licked his thrusting cock as it went in and pout of the hole he was fucking. Mindy let out a long wailing cry as sheer bliss over took her body. I then started feeling my nuts tightening up in preparation of their release. I stopped before cumming pulled out of Sharon’s pussy then moved Sharon to the side. As I done this I entered Sue’s pussy and started stroking as hard and fast as I could. After a few strokes I started blowing my load of cum deep inside her. I was sending volley after volley of hot cum into her hole. As I was shooting her pussy was milking every last drop it could get. Just as I felt I had unloaded all there was to give Sharon reached under my ass and squeezed my nuts and shook them, that made 2 more volleys explode inside this fuck tunnel. After I was done and my shriveling cock plopped out of Sue’s pussy Sharon pushed her way back to the bowl of honey that was Sue’s cum filled cunt. Sharon didn’t miss any as she licked all that was running down Sue’s ass. She then put her face into the pussy and sucked every drop she could get out and swallowed it greedily.
I now just set back and watched as Brutis pounded Mindy’s pussy like a runaway train. I could see that he had inserted his knot into her and was just starting to fill this young cunt with his prize of doggy cum. After a couple of twitches I could see dog cum running out and into Sue’s waiting mouth. By now Sue’s face was covered in juices both from Brutis and Mindy. Brutis stayed tied with Mindy for about 5 minutes before he finally got pulled out. When he pulled it Sue reached up and stuck her hand over Mindy’s gaping cunt. She then rolled Mindy onto her back and motioned for her Mom to join her at Mindy’s fresh fucked pussy. Both women dove face first into the doggy cum filled pussy before them. They was slopping around for about 2 minutes when finally they all rolled onto their backs and just lay there gasping. I stood and took Brutis back out back then returned sat down and it was a long time before anyone said a word.

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Master Claims His Pet Part 2

I woke up slowly. I think my entire body was sore, although most of the pain was concentrated in the muscles between my legs. I stretched slightly, realizing as I moved that I was under the satin sheets of his bed and the ties that had bound my arms had been released. I opened my eyes. The curtains over the windows were drawn, showing me that it was still night. My new master was not in bed beside me. I turned over to the empty side of the bed, my lower lip trembling in disappointment.
“Carol Anne.” I sat up quickly and turned toward his voice, a smile breaking out across my face an instant before a slight wince replaced it as the pain of my sore muscles flared up. He was sitting in a chair not far from the foot of the bed. On the table next to him was a glass of wine. He had a book in his hands that he lay down beside the glass as he smiled at me. Much to my disappointment, he was wearing pants.
“Did you enjoy your little rest?” I nodded slowly. “Are you hungry, pet?” I realized at that moment that I was indeed starving, and told him so. “Then come here, little one.”
I got out of bed and turned to walk toward him. I froze when I saw his eyes were narrowed at me. He flicked a single finger down towards the ground. It was then that I noticed that a plate of food and a glass that was sitting on a stool at his feet and understood. I dropped to all fours and crawled to him. He didn’t really smile at me, but his frown did disappear. I stopped at his feet.
May I?” He nodded, and I placed my head on his knee. He placed a hand on my head.
“You learn quickly, Carol Anne.” He ran his fingers gently through my hair as I waited for him to give me permission to begin eating. He was watching me carefully, a small smile returning to his face. Finally he gestured towards the plate of sandwiches.
“Eat, my pet, while we discuss some things.” I reached for one of the sandwich halves and slowly ate while watching him. He, however, was staring out the window at the stars. I had finished one half of a sandwich and had started on a second before he spoke.
“You realize that I have every intention of keeping you here until I tire of you, don’t you, pet?” I didn’t answer, just smiled broadly at him. He looked down at me when I didn’t answer, saw my smile and looked back out his window, even though it was so dark I couldn’t see anything out it.
“I imagined you would be quite delighted at this. I have already indicated to your boss that you would be leaving. He believes you are coming to work for me, which I suppose is not entirely untrue.” He smiled slightly to himself.
“How did you…” I said softly before I realized it said it. I quickly covered my mouth with my mouth, looking up at him, expecting to see anger. He did frown slightly down at me.
“Finish eating instead of talking. If you have questions, you may ask them later.” I nodded and took a sip of the drink in the glass. It appeared to be a red wine, but was thicker and appeared to be stronger. I eagerly took another sip as he continued speaking.
“I will deal with your friends as the need arises.” I frowned slightly, not really wanting him to harm my friends, even if we weren’t really close anymore. He seemed to notice my frown because he gently said, “Despite my nature, I am perfectly capable of handling things without violence, Carol Anne.” I relaxed at his words.
After that, he turned back to the window, seeming to be thinking something over. He was, however, stroking my hair, petting it quite absentmindedly. I sat at his feet sipping my wine as he sat quietly thinking and petting my head. Finally, I lifted up slightly into his hand like my childhood cat would do as I pet him. My master looked down at me, smiling softly.
“Am I boring you, Carol Anne?” I smiled but shook my head playfully. “Are you finished eating?”
“Yes, Master. It was very good, thank you.”
“You’re quite welcome, pet. Now put your glass down, you have more to learn.” I obeyed eagerly, turning so that I was kneeling between his legs facing him. It had not yet occurred to me what he wanted.
“My pet, I must say I thoroughly enjoyed you earlier.” I smiled enthusiastically, but he simply raised one of his hands and continued. “But there is much more of you to enjoy.” His hand slid under my collar, using it to pull me closer. “Take it out, pet.”
I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped him, reaching into his pants for the object of my desire. It wasn’t completely hard yet, but his size was still quite considerable. Having him in my small hands made the fire within me flare up quickly again. I looked up at him for guidance. He met my glance and then moved to settle himself more comfortably in his chair. He pulled me closer by the hair until my lips were an inch away from him.
“Open and put it in your mouth, Carol Anne.” I licked my lips and did as he told me. I tightened my lips around him and start to gently suck at him. I started to take more of him in my mouth and gently bob my head up and down on his cock as my tongue massaged the underside of his cock. At first, I had no problem taking him in my mouth, but he quickly grew quite hard and larger in my mouth. I was now struggling to stretch my mouth sufficiently around him.
Try as I might, I couldn’t see his face from my angle, but I could hear his soft moans and grunts at my actions, and his hips were thrusting slightly towards me. Finally, I felt a hand on my head firmly yet gently pushing me down, forcing me to take more of his cock. I gagged several times as his cock forced his way into my throat. I could feel my throat contacting around his cock, trying to dispel him. He let up on the pressure on my head for a few moments allowing me to take several deep breaths before he pushed back down on my head. He repeated this several times, and each time I made sure to continue my sucking as well as the massage of my tongue.
The fourth or fifth time he pushed me down, my nose pushed into his pubic hair. He held me there for a moment before I heard him grunt slightly. He pulled me up slightly so that only part of his cock was in my mouth as he said, “Swallow it all, pet.” He grunted again, and I felt his cum spurting into my mouth and onto my tongue. It was far hotter than I had realized. I held his cum in my mouth until he finished and sat back with a sigh. I let his cock fall from my mouth as I closed my eyes and rolled his cum around on my tongue, savoring the taste for several moments before swallowing it. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was watching me, but finally spoke.
“You did better than I thought you would,” he said, “although I’m sure you will improve in time.” As he said it, I felt tears fill my eyes and lowered my head, feeling that I had disappointed him. I blinked quickly trying to prevent my tears of frustration from falling. I felt his finger under my chin to lift my face towards him, but I turned away quickly. Immediately I felt his hand slap across my face and his hand cupping my chin to force my face up to look at him.
“Do not pull away from me again, Carol Anne.” His voice was even softer and more dangerous than usual. For the first time since having arrived, I was actually scared.
He let me go, however, and sat back, watching me. I raised my hands to hover over his knee, hoping to be able to touch and placate him. “May I, Master?”
“No.” I lowered my hands back to my lap, sadly. “I never thought you to be such a perfectionist that you couldn’t acknowledge that you could improve something you’ve never done before. Unless, of course, you have such experience I should expect more expertise,” he sneered. I shook my head fanatically, opening my mouth to answer him. “Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”
I whimpered slightly and sat back on my heels. He was watching me with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, he spoke again.
“Do you know how old I am?” I shook my head, wondering at the seemingly irrelevant question.
“Suffice it to say I am centuries old. You are hardly the first I have claimed.” He paused for some time.
“However, you are the undeniably by far the most responsive and one of the most obedient and affectionate pets I have ever had the pleasure of claiming. I have never been more pleased with my choice of pet.”
I smiled slowly, not sure he wasn’t kidding. He smiled his slight smile back at me and continued. “Now stop your pouting because I note you can improve at something. It’s infantile and annoying.”
“May I speak?” I asked softly. He considered, then nodded.
“I’m so sorry, Master. I just thought I was disappointing you.”
“You weren’t. Trust me; you’ll certainly know if you do.”
“Are you going to punish me now for pulling away from you?”
He cocked his head slightly, obviously thinking. “Wait right there.” He got up and walked to a cabinet on one side of the room. He opened the door closer to me, preventing me from seeing what was in this cabinet. “I must say, pet, that there is such benefit to living in this century. So many toys readily available.” He closed the cabinet, and I finally saw what he had brought out. It was a leather flogger. He played with the tassels as he spoke to me.
“I don’t think my belt really made the impression I was hoping for, so let us see what this can do.” He used my collar to drag me to the center of the room. There was a hook hanging from the ceiling there that I hadn’t noticed earlier. He threw the flogger on the bed, and then pulled out a length of rope.
“Your hands.” I lifted them up to him, my eyes still on the flogger. I was still scared about the beating I was about to receive. He tied my hands together and then slipped the rope over the hook. My hands were raised high above my head. Only the balls of my feet touched the floor. He stepped back and looked me over. I saw him out of the corner of my eye but I was more interested in the flogger. He picked up the flogger and used it to turn my face towards him.
“Just remember that I love you,” he said softly before he brought the flogger down onto my left breast. I jumped at the pain, and whimpered slightly as the flogger fell onto my right breast. He continued until five blows had landed on either breast. He paused and I relaxed slightly, thinking it was over, but he only moved around to my back. He continued my beating, this time allowing ten blows to fall on my ass. He paused again.
“Now spread your legs.” I whimpered again through my tears, but did as best I could. He was in front of me again, this time raining four blows on the insides of each of my thighs. I was crying softly now.
“Just two more now, pet.” I was relieved until the first blow landed on my exposed pussy. I screamed, barely noticing the second strike. I stood there crying in pain as he put his toy away. He returned to me, untying my hands and whispering the only thing that could have alleviated my pain, “Good girl.”
He carried me to the bed, laying me on my stomach. I tried to roll over, but his hand pushed down on my back, preventing me. I frowned for a moment before I felt his hips against me, and realized that he was hard and throbbing again. Apparently, my master now wanted to take the last virgin part of me.
He moved away from me to get something, presumably some sort of lube. He inserted two fingers into my anus, trying to spread the lube around sufficiently. I heard him spreading the lube onto his cock before placing it against my hole. He leaned into my ear.
“Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked in a mocking tone. I knew perfectly well he wouldn’t be gentle even if I asked him to, perhaps especially not if I asked. It didn’t matter, though; if I had wanted gentleness in a lover, I would not be here.
“No, master, I don’t,” I told him honestly. He chuckled against me.
“Insatiable,” he whispered as he began to push into me. It burned at first, only to be replaced by sharper pain. He seemed to be having trouble pushing into my tight hole. When I saw that he was half way into me, he pulled out slightly to thrust back into me. He continued in this manner, pulling back only to thrust even further into me. Finally, he pushed his hips against the sore cheeks of my ass.
It took longer for the pain to fade than it had when he first took me, but in time it did. I tried to thrust back against him, but found it difficult from my angle. He seemed to realize this and, without pulling out of me, he lifted my hips so that I was on my hands and knees. From this position, I could meet his thrusts without reserve.
I had not expected to enjoy this as much as I had our previous acts, but I slowly started to feel pleasure at his thrusts. The pleasure quickly spread when his fingers began to rub at my clit. He leaned forward over me to whisper in my ear.
“Cum with me, Carol Anne.” I nodded, unable to speak. His thrusts were getting stronger, and his fingers were circling my clit faster. I was incredibly close, but held myself back, determined to wait for him. I was rewarded when I heard him whisper, “Now!” followed by his groan of pleasure. I let myself go, feeling the pleasure flow through my body, causing it to convulse under him for some time. I collapsed onto the bed as he slowly pulled himself from me.
“Come clean me off, pet.” I slowly pulled myself off to look at his wilting cock. Somewhat reluctantly, I licked it clean. I finished without verbal complaint, but couldn’t help making a slight face.
“Do you not enjoy that particular act, pet?” he asked as I lay my head on his thigh. I hesitated before answering.
“I will do what you ask me to do, Master.”
He chuckled slightly. “That is not what I asked.”
“No, Master, I didn’t. But…”
“You’ll do as I tell you, I heard you the first time you said it. But I will keep your dislike in mind nonetheless.”
I was surprised, but answered with, “Thank you, Master.” I was exhausted now. My two naps since the morning were simply not sufficient when compared to the energy I had expended. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I asked him where I should sleep.
“Unless I tell you differently, you may sleep at the foot of my bed.” Slowly, I crawled to the foot of his enormous bed and curled up there facing him. I felt him place a blanket over me before I fell into a deep sleep.
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He looked at the foot of his bed, where his newest pet was curled up and fast asleep. He had had all types over the years. He had never wanted to keep any of his women permanently, so he went through many. He had had blondes, brunettes, redheads. He had had small women and large women, tall women as well as short women. He had claimed someone from most countries in the world today. While most of his women were virgins, he had occasionally taken women who were slightly used as well as incredibly experienced. Some of the women he claimed came willingly, while others he had to drag back to his home and break over time. However, he had not lied to her; he had never had a woman who was so responsive or so eager to please from the beginning. He had taught such responsiveness to some of his women, but it came so easily to her. Furthermore, she had accepted her punishments better than anyone before. He had yet to test the full extent of her, but he doubted he would be disappointed. If anything, he felt that in time she could only improve.
Considering her lying there, he felt for the first time that he might have found his perfect pet. If she continued to please and improve, he might just make her completely his. Forever.
In her sleep, Carol Anne felt a deep sense of contentment and fulfillment that consumed her. She smiled in her sleep, feeling truly happy for the first time in her life.

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“ULTIMATE SLEEPOVER”

Ultimate Sleepover
By Blueheatt
__I’m Jamie. I liked walking in the woods behind my house. My house was always full of people all the time and so I would go down to the woods for privacy. I found a real secluded spot. I would sit there and think about my science teacher Mr. Houser. I had a really big crush on him.
One day I started getting very excited thinking about Mr. Houser. I pictured him taking me in his arms and telling me he loved me and just had to kiss me. We kissed right in the class room with a locked door. He would feel my tits and rub my pussy. I got myself all hot and excited. I checked all around and then put my hand in my panties. I fingered myself as I thought about him. I kept it up and orgasmed right there….wow…that was so special.
I was going down to my ’spot’ one afternoon when I saw another girl. I had seen her at school but I didn’t know her. I walked up to her and said hello. She said hi and we started talking. After a while she said she came down here to think. “Think about what?”…I asked. “Sex“, she said. She said she had a ’spot’ where she liked to sit and think about…. something.
She said she like to come here and sit in her ’spot’ and finger herself and think about…. ‘him‘. She never said who ‘him’ was.
I told her about the teacher Mr. Houser and what I came here to do. She said:
“Oh god,…… I’ve seen Mr. Houser and he is so hot looking.” I showed her my ’spot’. She said it was more secluded than hers.
We went in my hidden spot and sat down. She pulled out her hair bush and said: “This is my other boyfriend.” I looked puzzled at her. She said to watch. She lifted her skirt up, pulled her panties to one side and started putting the slick handle slowly in her pussy.
I had never seen a girl do this and I started getting excited watching her. She closed her eyes and spread her legs wide. She mumbled…“….you feel so good…”
This was very hot to watch. I began to rub my pussy slightly, hoping to be unnoticed. She kept going until she lifted up her hips and shuddered. She had an orgasm. It looked way more exciting than the ones I was having.
Girls who have a hot boyfriend ether like to show him off,….or keep quiet about him so other girls won’t go after him. I figured she was keeping this boyfriend all to herself. We met in the woods many times and both fingered ourselves. Me fantasizing about Mr. Houser, and her with her secret boyfriend.
Over time she began to reveal more about this ’mystery’ boyfriend. They were having glorious sex, and she said he was the ultimate. I envied her and fingered myself, sharing her description of this hot guy. She got into details that were making me extremely turned on. I just let her talk as I fingered myself to great orgasms.
Mia noticed my interest in her descriptions and she liked to make me all turned on talking about…’him’. This wasn’t just a story, it was really happening to her I felt. This ’him’ thing was driving me crazy. Who was he? A guy she met somewhere? I wanted a face to fantasize about. She described him as so hot, and how he had sex with her, his build and even details about his cock. Why was she here fingering herself about ’him’ when she was having hot with him? Was is possible that she was making this up?….I figured… no, she knew to many details about him.
I had to find out. Something was very strange about this.
One afternoon she invited me to do a ’sleepover’ at her house. I jumped at the chance and felt maybe…. I’d find out more about ’him’. That Friday night I arrived.
It was a nice house. Her dad was a railroad train driver and was gone days at a time she said. Her older brother looked after things while he was away.
We went to her room and got in our pajamas. After watching some computer porn, we lay on her big bed. I had to know more about this ‘him’ guy.
Finally, she talked about ‘him’. Their basement was rented out. It had it private entrance in the back. She said that was where Logan, or ‘him’ lived. She said she was having a secret affair with him, and no one knew. She said she trusted me never to say anything to anyone…ever. I agreed.
She said she had told him about her new friend, me, and he wanted to meet me.
By now I was dieing to meet this guy. Her descriptions of how hot and sexy he was,… I just had to meet him. She said her brother was leaving for the night soon, and her dad was at work so the timing was perfect for us.
She explained some things….
It was pitch black in the basement, and must remain that way when we go down. “Bummer”, I said. I won’t be able to see him. “You won’t need to, you’ll just ‘feel’ him. You can feel his face, that’s the way we do everything, by feel. We started out that way and we liked it so much, we keep it that way…you’ll find out what we mean tonight.
I was still bummed that I wasn’t going to see this…’Logan’ she called him.
She explained. “Logan was born blind. He had an operation in his teens and could now see perfect. He grew up in dark world and preferred it at night. Mia was gone the day he moved in and when she went to the basement to introduce herself, It was all dark down there.
She said:
“ I heard his voice say: “You must be Mia, come on down, I prefer the darkness if you don’t mind. I’ll come and lead you down the steps.” The door slowly closed by itself and I felt a warm hand on mine.
He led me to his big bed and sat me down. We held hands and talked. I can’t explain how sensuous it was. He talked softly and I got real horny listening to him. His hands felt mine and I scooted closer to him. He said I felt so beautiful and smooth, he really liked me. I felt him back. His arms and then we felt our faces. I got chills as we felt each other, more and more.
As I felt his warm face….I just….kissed him. I don’t even know why….I had a urge…so I did. From there we kissed and felt each other up. It was so awesome Jamie,….I got the best tingles in my pussy….ever.
Each night it was clear, I went to him and we’ve been having sex for a while now.”
I said: “You’ve never even seen the guy???”
“Nope, he comes in the back way late and I now prefer not to see him with my eyes, I see him with my hands, like he does me.”
I lay trying to imagine this Logan and me feeling him and him feeling me. It sounded very exciting in a lot of ways. I looked over at Mia smiling. “It this for real?” I said. “Wait till my brother leaves and you can find out for yourself.”
I think my heart jumped a beat.
We heard her brothers car leave. I gave out a quiet gulp as we got up and walked to the back of the house. She held my hand and opened the basement stairs door. When it closed…it was completely black. “Logan, I brought that ’special’ friend that you wanted to meet.”
She had told him about me?…..and now he wants to meet me?……my heart is pounding so hard right now. She held my trembling hand and carefully led me down the stairs. She led me over to a big bed and had me sit down. I hear this soft low voice. “Hi Jamie, I’m Logan, may I hold your hand?…we prefer to see with our hands.” I raised my hand up and he felt and found it. He had large warm hands. He put my hand between both of his. He felt my hand …very soothing and nice. “Relax Jamie, just feel my hands, feel free to feel anything you like.”
My first reaction was to feel his face, to get an idea what he looked like. He seemed to know this and raised my hand to his face. I felt all over his face. I got a automatic feel of a beautiful face. Wavy hair, he was clean shaven and had smooth skin. I was impressed and I got a new kind of turn on. Mia had told me so much, it was really effecting all my sexual buttons. I just….put his hand up to my face in return. I scooted closer to him. He whispered: (“….my god your beautiful…let me do something first…just sit and listen…”
Mia sat on the other side of him. I had no idea what they were doing. Then I heard whispering, giggling and little moans from Mia.
Oh god…are they going to have sex or something while I sit right here! I felt a hot panic feeling , but mega turned on all at the same time. She had described so many time how hot their sex was. Were they going to let me listen to them have sex?
I heard and felt movement. I heard walking. Someone was going up the stairs. I think it was Mia. Then I felt Logan’s warm hand on mine. The door opened and I could make out it was Mia leaving.
I got the instant feeling she was going to let me have time with Logan…alone. Oh god I like that idea. Logan said: “Don’t you know who I am Jamie? “ He spoke louder this time…that voice…oh my god…
“Jamie, Logan is my middle name, does the name ’Houser’ mean anything to you?”
It was him! Mr. Houser my dream guy, my science teacher, my fantasy lover….I swallowed and said: “Mr. Houser?” “Logan.” he said.
“Can you keep this all quiet?… I don’t want to go to jail and get fired.” he said.
I said: “Ooooo Yes!, I never tell anyone ever!…so Mia knew this all the time?…”
“You started it when you said how much you liked me, over and over. She planed this all out to bring us together. I have liked you both for a long time and she wanted to please me, by sharing me with you. Is that ok with you?”
I put his warm hand up to my face. “Mr. Houser…I mean…’Logan’, you just don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about you. This is…oh my god…my dream coming true.”
I felt his face as he felt mine. We slowly brought our faces close together and I felt his heat as our lips met. A soft sensuous, long heart throbbing kiss. We held the kiss…like forever. He put me in dreamland. We slowly leaned back on the bed and turned toward each other.
He told me how he would sneak looks at me in class and how he wished we could be together someday…but knew we never could. He said this was his ’dream come true’ also.
We talked about our feelings for each other as we kissed our faces, and felt our faces and arms. We had all night to be together. We took each others pajamas slowly off. We felt every inch of our bodies. The build up of desire was becoming higher and higher between us. My eyes told me nothing, but my fingers and his on our bodies told us we needed to be ’real’ close together. The body kissing began.
He began to kiss my tits and run his tongue around my nipples. I felt his hair an pushed my pussy on him. You could just feel the fever began to rise. I wanted him in me so bad now I began to whimper as his lips traveled down my tummy.
I began to squirm as his tongue zig zagged down closer to my wet pussy. I thought: “…oh yes…it’s going to happen!”…no one had ever kissed and licked my pussy. He would be the first. I rolled over on my back as his hands went under my legs. Up they came and wide open went my knees. I felt his teasing tongue dance around my wetness and tease my pussy more.
My fingers kept pulling on his hair by themselves. His tongue created tingles in the insides of my legs, the pushed them to my pussy… they went inside my pussy and just added to the tingles building there. The aroma of his aftershave, my perfume and a new aroma of girls pure ’sex’ all blended together around us.
I wanted to yell…”Hurry!”…yet I wanted the anticipation to last forever.
I jumped. His tongue touched my clit gently and began to put me in a trance. His tongue was making love to my clit….I felt a warm finger enter my pussy and massage it. His warm breath put tingles in top of tingles. My hips moved with his fingers. I was starting to have one continuous slow orgasm. My clit was swelled slightly and was kissing his tongue back with each stroke. I had heard about a G spot, and now I knew where it was. His finger moved around in a circle over it. The orgasms got stronger and I didn’t even know what moans I was making.
He stopped. He inched his way back up on me. He whispered: (“…you feel as smooth as a warm porcelain china doll. I dreamed you would. I wanted so bad to touch you in class…but knew I never could.”)
Those words jolted me as a big orgasm ran thru my pussy. I had to moan in his ear softly. His finger never left my pussy as he massaged it so beautiful….then…I felt it withdraw and the head of his erection start up and down my slit gently. I was shaking with the anticipation of what was coming…..
This would be my first sex. He seemed to know it and was so gentle. I felt the head of his erection ease it’s way in my pussy, I lost my breath and I kissed him with all the passion I had. My legs wrapped around his as we seemed to become one. My arms held him tight as I was sent to another world. I was having sex with a god. His big body glided with mine as the tension was beginning to come up to savage levels. He said…” I love you Jamie”, he said. “Yes Logan, and I love you my…oh my god“….I couldn’t talk….bursts of euphoria took over my body as I felt shots of hot cum being injected in my pussy. He squeezed me so tight as I froze and let the feelings have their way with us….every nerve shook, I gasp over and over again as each shot of cum shot in me. It was to much as I moaned endlessly. He whispered: (“…oh my god Jamie, you’ve taken my soul and blended it with yours.”)
I heard his words like in a dream…echoing over and over….’you’ve taken my soul’…and he was right…we were ’one’ now, and nothing else mattered…..
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I sat in Mr. Houser’s class and tried not to look at him. I had an inner tremble that no one but him would know about….as he had one also. All I could think about was graduation and we could finally be together. He was at the prom as a chaperone. The very last dance, they turned the lights down very low. We quick snuck out and met in Logan’s dark class room. He locked the door as we could still hear the band. We danced slow until everyone was gone….We were free as of…. right now….we kissed….
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Good morning, I’m Mrs. Houser, Mrs. Jamie Houser…..

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Temptation Chapter Three

Please read chapters one and two first as it wont make sense or I might post them all as one story ? Please leave comments as to my mistakes etc but remember this isn’t an English exam paper