First Time

Tawni’s Story – Chapter 1

This is my first lesbian story. I actually wrote it for a friend that requested a story like this. For those that are waiting for Tommy and Jade Chapter, just know, it’s on its way : ) I’ll take any constructive criticisms. Have fun rubbing or wanking.

A weekend with Leanne

This is part 2 of my 1st attempt at a sexual story, “John’s Chance Meeting”. I would recommend reading part one before reading this one to get to know the other character, John. I hope that you enjoy reading this, and any criticism or remarks are welcome. I don’t have any ideas for a part 3 yet, but if you like this story and part 1, I would happily write a part 3.

Growing up and Aunt Daphne

At the age of 12 I thought I had it all sorted. I had a clear idea of right and wrong- I knew that the church, God and the bible were right and that stealing, lying and cheating were wrong. I was, I thought, close to God. I went to church every Sunday, prayed every night and did my best to help others to see the error of their ways and return to the light- guess I was pretty much insufferable even if well-meaning. I was coming to understand about sins of the flesh- I wasn’t too sure what they were, but I lumped them into the general heading of bad things and left them there- happy to have a go at anyone who seemed to be erring in that particular direction. This all changed on Sunday shortly after my 12th birthday. I was keen to go to church but mum wanted to go into town to the mothers meeting and so she said I could go on my own that Sunday, Aunt Daphne agreed to bring me home and do some sitting whilst Mum finished up in town.
That’s was fine and after the service Daphne came and collected me from the kids class “You all ready to go?” she said. “Sure” I replied gathering up my books and bible. Daphne was my Mum’s younger sister, at nearly 35 she was still in the flush of her good looks, trim and petite with a well fitted dress she looked great and I had always liked her. She had recently divorced her husband (an action of which I thoroughly disapproved) and mum said she had gone a “bit crazy” since. Today she seemed to have a sparkle in her eye- but I guess I was just imagining it. The ride home was uneventful- I was spouting off about some sort of holier-than-thou nonsense and Daphne listed with a slightly pained expression. “Don’t you ever get tired of telling people what’s good for them?” she asked… I was surprised by the question- and frankly the answer was “No” but something in her tone of voice made me desist from actually voicing that reply. It thought for a while” What do you mean” I said “Its all laid down in the bible and the pastor explains it every Sunday- its not just me and its easy… you just listen and do what he says” She glanced at me as she drove “Its not always that simple” she said- “you are only 12 and there’s a lot you don’t know yet – stuff about relationships and between men and women- have you got a girlfriend yet?”. I reckoned she was off on the sins of the flesh stuff again and I was ready for that… “Well that’s what grown ups always say, but its no different when you’re older- it’s the same solution- listen to the pastor and the voice inside your head – and No I don’t have a girlfriend but I know how to behave when I get one” “Lucky girl” said Daphne under her breath- I could tell she was getting irritated with me and I really didn’t see what the difference was so we passed the rest of the journey in silence.
After we got home the phone rang- it was mum, she was delayed in town had run into some friends and was going to stay late for dinner, would Daphne mind putting me to bed? No problem, and so it was agreed, I went to watch TV and Daphne went upstairs. I heard her coming down a while later and she headed out for the garage. I lay on my stomach and watched the TV. The door opened and I turned to see Daphne standing there with something behind her back. “Your mums not coming home ‘till late” she said I thought maybe we could work a few things out and get some stuff straight? – you need to understand that the world isn’t quite as cosy as you think- there’s a lot of this man and woman stuff to understand- my ex showed me and I think its time someone showed you” I could see she has d a strange look in her eye, she closed the door behind her without turning round. “Get something straight little nephew, people don’t like having all this advice from a little prig, if you don’t stop you are going to really piss people off… anyway, its not as if its all bad…” her voice trailed off. Once before some kids at School had had a go at me along similar lines, I’d gotten the crap kicked out of me and left to go home in tears and a ripped shirt so I was pretty sure something bad was coming… She took a step forward and I retreated to the sofa “Do you like me?” she said “Yes of course” I replied… ”No, do you like the way I look?” she added. Well the truth was yes of course, she was trim and slim and her tight-fitting clothes showed off every one of her soft curves. “You look fine” I stammered. She came and sat next to me “Do you want to touch” she said. She put whatever it was she was holding down beside her and took my hand. She guided it to her breast- Satan’s work! “No” I yelled “I can’t do that I don’t want to!” “Don’t be such a scaredy cat” I tried to pull my hand back but in a flash she had reached behind her and grabbed the loop of rope she had been hiding, it was deftly slipped over my wrist and slid tight. “Can’t run now little boy” she teased. “What are you doing?” I asked. For reply she tied the rope to the arm of the sofa and grabbed my other wrist. She looped that one too and tied it off on the other side. “Just like hubby used to do” she said with a sparkle. I was worried now, I knew that her ex had beaten her; maybe she had learned to do the same? “No, No I said let me go” and I started to struggle. Daphne moved over me, putting her weight on my body, she was lithe and strong and easily overpowered me. I started to kick and got a lucky hit on her thigh. She slapped me hard across the face. I was so surprised by the sudden sting that I stopped struggling, it hurt, the redness welled on my cheek and tears started to trickle down my face “Just shut up, don’t struggle, you need this” she said. I thought of the saints and their trials and I knew that I had to face suffering, although somehow this seemed that it wasn’t all bad. Daphne stood and looked down at me, with a sudden movement she lifted her dress over her head and was standing before me in knickers and bra. I’d never seen a woman in her underwear before, the sight was spectacular but also forbidden, I closed my eyes. “Don’t be a cry baby” she said, “Look at me”. My eyes stayed shut “look at me she repeated and gave me another slap- although more gentle this time. I opened my eyes, I was crying properly now, no pretending, I was trapped and I didn’t know what to do. I was scared but excited- somewhere (I wasn’t sure quite where) there was an odd tingling…. But this was all wrong; I was going to go to hell for sure. Well if I was, then Daphne might be there ahead of me. “Don’t worry she said, I just need to do a few things for me and whilst I’m doing them you should learn a thing or two yourself” I didn’t know what she meant but I got the idea when she reached down and unzipped my fly… no-one had ever done that. The sensation was pleasant but it was wrong so I struggled again. Daphne used her weight to restrain me; I could smell her scent, floral and intoxicating. I began to feel giddy. I couldn’t see what was happening but Daphne had managed to worm her hand into my fly and was even now extricating my 12year old manhood from the protective folds of my pants. I’d never been touched there before, I even avoided touching myself there! – it was dirty and evil. But this didn’t feel either of those things. Her cool hands finally freed me from my clothes and her slender fingers closed about me enclosing my soft penis in her hand. Things began to happen, I realised where the tingling was coming from. It felt nice, but it was wrong, “No” I said again but she just squeezed more firmly and my prick answered with a matching Throb, “What’s the matter?” she cooed-“isn’t this nice?” She squeezed again. I was getting hard. But I mustn’t I knew this was bad, I knew all the bad things that come from that and I always tried to avoid it. Frantically I started reciting my favourite passages from the bible, take my mind elsewhere throb not working, must try harder please father help me throb, no, no more must control throb. How was this happening to me? I couldn’t get up, I couldn’t move… she seemed able to restrain me easily with just one hand. I couldn’t control the situation, I couldn’t even control my own body as my small member strove to swell and fill her fist even as it squeezed me. “Oh look what’s happened” she cooed in a tone that was both victorious and mocking at the same time. “Has the little boy stood up?” I knew it was wrong but I didn’t struggle, I didn’t scream there was a rushing sound in my head, the world shrank to this room, to me and her, to this sofa and finally just to my prick in her hand, that’s all there was, it filled the universe, it was the universe, THROB and the sparkling prickles of sensation flashed from my prick to my brain and seemed to say “don’t interrupt this, Don’t stop it we need it you prig, let us have our way!”
Daphne was moving now, sliding down my body which was awkwardly propped in a sitting position against the sofa. She took her eyes off mine and looked down at the contents of her hand, my little 12-year-old hard on twitching in her palm. “Hmmm you like that don’t you?” she said, in truth I did, but I wasn’t prepared for what followed. Daphne lowered her head. I felt her breath on the head of my prick, warm and damp and then a flash of pure delight what was that? She was licking the head! I reacted in shock “Uggh I said, Ooh what’s that?” “Don’t worry little boy” she teased, “Aunty has it all in hand”. With that she opened her mouth and her head bobbed further down. Her mouth enveloped me, there was warmth and wetness, and her tongue swirled around the head and tickled the underside of my prick. “No, No stop!” I screamed but in truth I didn’t want this to stop, my prick knew what it needed and Daphne seemed to know too, the two of them didn’t want me getting in the way. I found my hips bucked up as the tingling grew and grew building to a crescendo. There was a dam inside of me and it was going to burst! Closer, closer the walls were getting weaker, soon it would give way, the flood would come and there was nothing I could do about it. I made a half hearted move to push her away, “Don’t” came the immediate and firm message from my prick “I need this- you need this give it up little boy, time to grow up!” It was a conspiracy- my own prick and this warm soft woman I was powerless in the face of it. Daphne flicked her tongue over the underside of my glans, and it was too late! The dam burst, stars exploded in my head, someone had moved the floor-or was it the earth? I was tumbling falling, falling, head over heels into space, there was a noise like a loud cry far away… and something was happening as I fell, my treacherous prick was twitching and jumping inside Daphne’s mouth sending rivers of sensation to flood over me…. Gradually the universe settled, the world came back beneath me and I realised that the crying sound was me so I shut my mouth. I realised too that my eyes were shut tightly so I opened them cautiously, Daphne had let me slip from her mouth, and my prick was lying limp and wet in my lap. She was licking her lips and seemed disappointed- “Hmm I’d forgotten little boys don’t make cum yet” I was sorry she wasn’t pleased with me, but then she smiled and said that soon I would, and next time she would milk it from me properly, Anyway, she added, it was less messy this way and she wouldn’t get pregnant. I wasn’t sure what she meant but I was about to find out.
I felt thoroughly exhausted, but something inside me was more peaceful than ever it had been, there was a deep relaxation, my body was cramped but that didn’t matter, I was content and comfortable. You could have removed my appendix and I wouldn’t have cared…
She must have noticed my changed demeanour… “Well how was that little boy? Not quite so easy to handle is it?” I looked at her puzzled. “I’m going to let you up now” she said, “but I don’t want you to struggle and I’m not through with you yet”
She loosened the ropes- I hadn’t felt them but as they came off I realised how tight they had been- blood flooded back to my hands and I rubbed my wrists. I looked at her unsure of myself. “Come” she said and raised me up from the floor. My prick was protruding limply from my shorts so she grabbed it with one hand and started to lead me to the door. The flabby flesh stretched a little as I got the message and I followed her up the stairs and into my mum’s room. “Now we can try this properly” she said- I wasn’t too sure about that, doubts returned, No I said lamely, she could tell I didn’t mean it, my prick knew I didn’t mean it, there was no fight left, just a resignation in my brain and a thrilling of anticipation in my prick.
Daphne stripped me easily, the shorts and pants dropped down my legs and the tee shirt came easily over my head. Then she lay me down on the bed and stood up so I could see her. “Watch” she commanded as she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. I had never seen breasts before and I wasn’t really ready for these; they seemed perfect, swollen symmetrical mounds of flesh each topped with a raspberry nipple like a cherry on an ice cream cone. He leant over me and brushed my face with them. The feeling was electric! They were soft and warm; as she leant forward they hung in creamy firmness over my face. By instinct I opened my mouth and took a nipple between my lips. I started to kiss and suck at it like baby she murmured something that sounded content. I put my arms around her and pulled her onto me and more fully into my mouth. Delicious sensations, half remembered memories safe and secure in my mother’s nurturing breast. But as well as that there were different feelings, a taste more bitter than that of sweet milk, an engorged nipple that my tongue rasped across, a yielding softness as the breast moved with my lips and an enticing scent. I raised my hand to cup the partner of this delicious orb and rolled the nipple between finger and thumb. “MMmmmm, good boy” she murmured above me.
I felt her hand slide down my body again, lightly skipping over my stomach to engage once again with my prick “Hello” it answered, rising and stiffening at her command. I did nothing to oppose the effect and sucked harder on the delicious breast above me. “Bad boy-Don’t be greedy” she said “and don’t forget the other one”. She pulled back and her nipple slipped from my mouth with an audible “pop”, she tilted her chest and presented breast number two for its attention, I happily set about the task, sucking deeply and being rewarded by the that first rush of bitter-sweet nipple flavour. She squeezed my prick and I felt him throb in her grip, hell the two of them knew more about this stuff than I did! Daphne moved across me and sat astride my body, her thighs parted to accommodate my body. Tentatively I reached down to her… ”Hmmm she teased “I see the little boy is starting to see that this isn’t so clear cut?” She lifted herself so I could slip my hand beneath her; I felt the tight curls of her pubic hair, the forest that grew on the hillside, and beneath that the river in the valley! She was warm and mushy, a heady scent started to rise, earthy, musky and urgent. Suddenly she flinched- “Ouch – be careful” she said my inexpert ministration had obviously scratched or pinched when I was trying to caress- “be gentle” she said! I was trying but inexperience let me down. “Sorry I said” mortified to have caused pain to such a delicious region and terrified that she would make me stop- I apologised frantically- “I’m trying- I’ll be careful” “Sure” she said, “but let’s see what this can do now”. She moved my hands away, and reached for my my prick, raising it whilst at the same time easing herself up so that her body hung above me, I could feel the heat of her on my prick as she hung there just for a moment, and then she lowered herself down. My 12-year old prick was just hard enough to ease inside her, gently parting her cunt lips as she lowered throb, I felt her opening to me, I felt the head ease into her and almost click inside as her lips closed over the glans throb. I hadn’t expected the sheer wonder of the sensation I gasped aloud “Ohh, Ohh, Ohh” as she lowered herself onto me. My prick seemed to be coming alive bit by bit as it entered her, each extra millimetre reporting in to my brain as she absorbed it, activating it with her warmth and moisture. Then at last and all too soon, she came to the end of her slow luxurious slide; she had taken all of me straight inside her cunt tube, her lips were closed around the base of my shaft and her mons met mine, her pubic hairs scratching on my as yet hairless pubis. I had slipped from earth into heaven and the warmth of the flaring stars seemed to radiate from inside her. My prick let out a grateful throb as it soaked in her deliciousness. I was speechless, I daren’t move, I didn’t want anything to stop this or interrupt the intensity of the sensation. I was inside a woman, throb – what now she’s moving? “Hmmm” murmured Daphne- she started to raise herself up, I was terrified she wanted to pull off me so I grabbed her hips and thrust myself back into her, I slid back in easily and clung to her body seeking to maintain the penetration. “Careful now” she said, “No need to be in such a hurry” – I wasn’t sure what she meant, I had just been frightened that she meant to pull me out, abandoning me to flop back into cold reality. I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I was desperate to stay in her celestial orbit. Her words were reassuring, so I relaxed my grip and sank back onto the bed. She came down with me and then rose up so that my shaft slid down her cunny tube. Before I popped out she reversed the motion, sinking down and letting me savour the deliciousness of entering her all over again: another slow slide then another! Hmmm we both moaned, and then she pulled up fast and quickly down again. I gasped, I wasn’t ready for that and wasn’t even sure what had happened, I had felt a rush of coldness then pressure around my penis and a flood of warmth as she enveloped me in her warm tightness once again. She was still for a little as I gathered my breath and then she did it again! I gasped in shocked delight, “Please stay on stay on me” I begged. She took no heed and started to work me up and down her vaginal canal as fast or as slowly as she wished- I didn’t yet know that this wasn’t about me, that it is always wise to let a woman take her pleasure when she wants and I cried out for her to hold me inside for longer. But Daphne was in control and she continued to ride me. I became accustomed to the cold chill of the “ups” as I began to understand that they would inevitably be followed by the luscious glide of the “downs” when and I slid easily inside her once more; warmth was restored and I was bathed yet again in her slippery welcome. Once I came to understand that “up” doesn’t have to mean “out” I relaxed and relished the sensations her movements afforded me. The flood was building up again behind the dam, each cycle of rise and fall was incrementally raising the pressure. The tingling in the head of my prick was getting stronger, building, building, building – rising inevitably with each of her downward thrusts to the point where I knew the dam would be able to hold it no longer. The point of release was coming, yes definitely coming- “Uhh”, closer- “Uhh” – closer, -“Uhh” -closer. I tensed against it, but it was inevitable. Bravely I surrendered myself to meet it. She was starting to moan now, her eyes were closed and I could hear her breath coming faster as she worked me up and down inside of her. She started to grind forwards and backwards, rocking to and fro slightly with each downward thrust. It scratched a little but I didn’t mind, the growing urgency in her was exhilarating. I felt things change inside of her, it was as if she had grabbed my prick with her hand (but how could she?). The working of a woman’s vaginal muscles was still a mystery to me, all I knew was a delicious firmness as her vagina gripped my shaft tightly during her ride, my prick twitched a couple of times in response. Then she seemed to convulse on top of me moaning “Uhh, Uhh, Uhh” in time with the twitches inside of her as her own muscles spasmed and gripped, gripped, gripped my shaft. The feeling was unbelievable! The dam burst, the flaring heat of the stars enveloped me, the bed dissolved and I tumbled again headlong into the raw heat of creation as a rushing sound filled my head. This time I was dimly aware, as if a long way off, that my own prick was pulsing, pulsing, pulsing and a feeling as if my very essence was spurting from me deep into Daphne’s thirsty body as my first ever spending rose from my balls. “Arrghh” I screamed as for the first time I felt the male fluid leave me. It was weak and thin with a lack of sperm, but it was plentiful and it rushed to bathe her cervix even as her throbbing pussy rejoiced to receive it… Her cunt muscles responded to my gift and milked my prick just as I had so recently suckled at her breast. I answered with milky spurt after spurt of seminal fluid, emitted just as deep inside her as my straining hips could thrust me.
We both stopped moving and there was silence for a moment, she started to giggle almost hysterically –I felt her body suddenly prickle with goosebumps and she started to tremble uncontrollably on top of me as the strength of the orgasm receded. I too felt cold, so we pulled the quilt over us and lay still. She remained crouched on top of me with my softening penis still closeted within her. “Hmm, hmm- that was good” she said “It’s been a long time and I needed that”. I had to agree that I had needed that too –although I hadn’t known that I did. “So no more preaching” she said with a mock severity, “I’m sorry that I had to force you, but you had to know what you were talking about… its not at all simple is it?” I had to agree, there was no doubt that the feelings she had shown me were the most intense sensations I had ever experienced- or was ever likely to. How could such a thing not be good? How would I have felt now if some prig told me that I should never do this again, but should rather read the bible and seek the strength to resist? I knew it was an unequal struggle; I grew limp and began to slip from Daphne’s body, and, even as my emission began to drip from her to puddle warmly on my stomach, I knew that I wanted to return. I wanted to slip back inside that warm, wonderful, heavenly place, I wanted to refill her with my shaft and my fluid and I wanted to rejoice in the sheer delight of her soft body just as soon as I was able. I had learned my lesson and I just hoped she would let me study some more.

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my step sister’s birthday treat

I woke up and glanced at the alarm clock. It displayed 7:30; the sun was already coming in through the blinds, so I rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. It is funny how the memory works, I remembered immediately it was my brother Andy’s 18th birthday, well he is really my stepbrother, but we had been together as a family for 10 years. !0 years this weekend actually, and my Mom and stepdad had gone away to spend their anniversary at a hotel resort.
Andy had said he was okay with it after a promise to have a pool party the following weekend. Deep inside I knew he was a little upset, but I was going to make it up to him, starting with breakfast in bed. I put my fingers through my short black hair and went downstairs. My “night shirt” was actually one of my Dad’s shirts, and was just long enough to cover my panties. I am not in the habit of traipsing around the house indecently dressed; I guess you would say I was a little shy. I had turned 18 a few months ago and still had my gawky teenage skinny figure. My breasts are still developing, and I just filled a B cup bra.
I made a plate of waffles and toast, added butter and strawberry jam, poured two glasses of orange juice and put everything on a tray with Andy’s birthday card. I knocked briefly on his bedroom door and entered. I guess I surprised him in the “act” because he hastily pulled up the bed sheets over his hips.
Pretending not to have noticed anything, I placed the tray on his lap.
“Happy birthday bro!” I declared, giving him a kiss on his forehead, which was now a little red from blushing.
“Err, thanks Debs.” He replied running his hand through his blond curly hair. No wonder my mother fell for his father I thought, he is so cute.
I sat on the edge of the bed; my right foot hooked under my left knee and ate the toast as Andy tucked into his waffles.
“So what have you got planned for today?” I eventually asked as I picked up the tray and placed it on his chest of drawers before sitting beside him in the bed.
“Nothing much, was just going to sit around the house, watch some TV. I have some things I should do, but I’ll do them tomorrow.”
I meant to reply “You are going to procrastinate then?” but to my horror I said instead, “You are going to masturbate then?”
It just slipped out; I guess it had been lingering on my mind. I was my turn to go bright red and I covered my face in embarrassment.
“Deborah! My innocent sister is perhaps not that innocent after all.” He paused for a while and before I could make a retort, he continued. “Why, do you want to watch?” His right hand slowly pulled the sheet down his chest. My mind froze and all I could do was watch the sheet slide down. He stopped just as a few blond curls of his pubic hair showed, I was fully aware he was watching my reaction.
“Last chance to leave.” He warned, and pulled the bed sheet off completely. His cock was already stirring and growing in size. Andy took it in his hand and slowly stroked it as I watched in fascination.
“Have you seen a guy’s cock before?” Andy asked, beginning to suspect the level of my innocence. I shook my head and lay on my side facing him, my elbow and hand supporting my head.
“Only in pictures and on video. My, you got hard very quick.”
“I am so horny, you interrupted me, remember.” He started stroking faster and little beads of moisture appeared at the tip. He slowed his pace to long strokes and closed his eyes.
“Ohhhhhhh.” Andy groaned as streams of thick white cum splashed onto his tummy. He continued to stroke himself until his cock lost its rigidity. His cum pooled in his tummy button.
“Pass me some tissues Deb.” I pulled out three and gave them to him.
“Was that good?”
“Very good, I needed that relief. Don’t you masturbate?”
I blushed again before replying. “Sometimes. How often do you do it?”
“Once I did it five times in a day, I’m sure I could do it more, just need some extra stimulation.” Andy said.
“How about trying to break that record today? I have some sexy clothes I could wear to turn you on. Consider it your birthday present.” I could not believe I had just said that.
Andy eyed me a little strangely. “If you want, I’m not going to say no.” He laughed. “The little guy agrees.” He glanced down as his cock twitched. “Have a go yourself.”
I reached out and lifted up his member, its weight and warmth surprised me. Under Andy’s instruction and suggestions, his cock soon became stiff. As I kneeled on the bed to get myself comfortable, my shirt parted and rode up my thighs. I saw him look between my legs, so I spread my knees apart giving him an unobstructed view of my translucent pink panties. I knew the material was so thin he would clearly see my triangle of black hair through them. A tingle of excitement started in my legs.
His hand rested on my knee and slowly moved up my thigh, his fingers tracing little circles on my skin. I gave out a moan and stroked his cock harder. I saw his balls retract and just as his fingers reached the apex of my thighs, he came.
“Ohhh, ohhhh, don’t stop, ohhh.” He cried.
His hot cum spurted out and I tried to coincide my hand movements with his spasms. Judging by the way his back arched, I got it right. The remains of his semen trickled over my knuckles. I got another three tissues and cleaned off his tummy.
“That’s twice; I think you are going to easily break this record.” I laughed as I stood up. “I’m going to get a shower and get dressed.”
“Wearing less is better.” He called out after me.
After a nice hot shower, I went back into my room and lay naked face up on the bed. As I thought about what I had just done, I slipped my hand between my legs and began to rub my clit. It did not take long before tingles of electricity replaced the sexual ache and that quickly developed in to a small orgasm. I rolled over pressing my face against the pillow to muffle my little cries as a wave of pleasure crashed through my body. Normally after an orgasm, I feel satiated, but this time it left me still wanting more.
I must have dozed off for a couple of hours or so. When I awoke, I searched through my chest of drawers for something sexy to wear. I selected a red lacy bra and panty set, and slipped my silk robe on. I walked out of my bedroom and went down the stairs to the kitchen.
Andy was already downstairs; as he turned around, I saw he was completely naked. Looking at him standing there, I realized that he had put on quite a bit of muscle on his shoulders and legs. He also had a nice set of six-pack abs.
“Hello sleepyhead, enjoy your nap?”
“Umm, yes.” I realized he must have opened my bedroom door and seen me lying there. At least I was facing downwards I thought.
“Aren’t you hot in that robe?” He walked toward me and grasped the ends of the tie around my waist. I did not say anything, so he undid the knot and my robe slid with a whisper off my shoulders onto the floor.
“Wow that is hot.” Andy said as he took a step back and eyed me from head to toe. The lace was transparent, and I felt my petite nipples harden.
“Does that work for you?” I whispered. He was starting to get hard again.
To tease him, I walked over to the couch, lay down and pretended to ignore him. He straddled my waist, put his hands on my bra and lightly squeezed my tits. His cock was now fully erect and just a foot away from my face. He slipped his hand inside of my bra and massaged my firm flesh.
“Can I fuck your titties? Rub my cock between them?” He asked.
“If you want to, do you like doing that?”
Without answering my question, he reached behind me, unfastened my bra and tossed in on to the coffee table. Grasping a breast in either hand, he pushed them together, trapping his cock between them and started to thrust.
“Oh God, this feels so good.”
My nipples were now rock hard and sensitive, I could feel his testicles rubbing against my tummy. His precum was oozing out and his breathing ragged.
“Fuck my titties bro, faster.” His cock was getting stiffer and he was having trouble keeping it between them.
“Ah, ah, oh, that’s it, ohhhhhhhh.”
The first jet of cum landed in my hair, so I closed my eyes before the second and third shots fell on to my eyelids. He carried on until he could cum no more.
“Jeez, that was so good, thank you. I am sorry for messing up your hair.”
“Number three.”
“Actually number four, I jerked off into your pink panties while you were sleeping earlier.”
“You’re a bad boy.” I scolded.
He got off me and I went into the bathroom to clean up.
We had made some lunch and watched a movie on TV. After it had finished, he went upstairs and brought back some DVDs. I had stretched out while he was upstairs and he lifted my head up so it rested on his hip. As the first movie started, I realized it was porno. Andy started to play with my breasts, gently pulling on my nipples, making them stand up erect.
I let out a soft moan and could not resist sliding my hand inside of my panties. I was soaking wet and started finger fucking myself. I came quickly and noisily.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, ah, ah, ah, ah. Arggggggg.” I cried before slumping back against my brother.
Eventually I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him.
“Looked like you needed that sis.” He was playing with his cock. “Do you fancy sucking me off?”
“Only if you lick my pussy at the same time.” I stood up, eased my panties down over my hips and kicked them off. I did not feel shy anymore, just incredibly horny. I wanted him to make me cum repeatedly.
Andy quickly slid down the sofa so he was lying flat. I put my knees either side of his chest and my elbows either side of his hips. His cock stood to attention pointing at my face. Andy wasted no time and buried his face between my legs. I gasped as his tongue licked backwards and forwards from my clit to my asshole. Driven by an intense lust I took as much of his penis as I could into my mouth, only stopping when it hit the back of my throat, before sucking hard on it. As my head bobbed furiously, I could taste his salty precum leak out.
I felt my brother’s fingers enter my vagina, stretching the entrance and I came hard grinding my pussy into his face. Waves of ecstasy washed through my body as his mouth sucked hard on my clit and I screamed out at the top of my lungs. I could not move as my orgasm peaked driven by his almost brutal assault on my sex.
Eventually Andy stopped his ravishing. “Oh my God Debs, I have never made anyone cum that hard. Are you okay?”
I rolled off him with a weary but satisfied smile on my face. “I think I just hit sex overload, my body feels like it is on fire.” He got up and I could see he still had a raging hard on.
I opened my legs wide. “Fuck me if you want, it’s the least I can offer after that orgasm. Don’t worry about my hymen; it broke during horse riding a couple of years ago.”
Andy needed no further encouragement and he pulled me to the edge of the sofa. He pushed my knees up against my chest and entered my pussy. His cock felt huge as it went in and I gasped.
“You okay?”
“Just fuck me bro.”
Andy buried his length inside of me and gently made love to me. We climaxed together and I will never forget the feeling of his cum erupting inside of me for the very first time.
I lost count of the amount of times we made love that weekend; I know for sure his record was broken. I went on contraceptives shortly after and was thankful I never got pregnant. We were always discrete in our sex activities and Mom and Dad never suspected anything, though.

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iCarly: iHave Sex

iCarly: iHave Sex
Author’s note: This is my first sex story, so I would really appreciate it if you could post any positive or negative feedback in the comments. That way, I’ll know what to improve on, and from there, I’ll decide if I should make a sequel. Thank you, and please enjoy the story!
“And ….. We’re clear!”
15-year old Freddie Benson shut off his camera and joined the two girls, Carly Shay and Sam Puckett, who were standing in the middle of the room. The three best friends had just finished their latest episode of iCarly, their popular webshow which Carly and Sam hosted and did crazy antics. Freddie was the cameraman, or as he liked to call it: “technical producer.”
Carly was Freddie’s neighbor and good friend, and Freddie had a huge crush on Carly. Carly was also 15, and had long, silky black hair that ran about halfway down her back, and mesmerizing brown eyes. She was wearing a tight-fitting light blue Old Navy t-shirt that really brought out her still-growing B cup tits, and was wearing a pair of denim shorts, exposing her beautiful, tan legs. To top it off, she was wearing cute pink flip flops and had a flowery scent to her. Freddie did not try to hide his crush on Carly and constantly told her that he loved her or that they should go out, but Carly almost never showed any positive responses to Freddie’s requests.
Sam was also 15, and had a very interesting relationship with Freddie. Sam would always make fun of Freddie, and even sometimes beat him up if he annoyed her. However, a few weeks earlier, Sam and Freddie had both been teased that they had never kissed anyone before. So, Sam and Freddie kissed each other in private to get it over with and promised not to tell anybody. After that, they had gone back to making fun of each other, but Freddie never forgot his first kiss, which left a permanent imprint on his lips (in a good way). Sam had long, wavy blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes, and had breasts about the same size as Carly, which were barely contained by her black and pink t-shirt. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, which amplified her beautiful ass and hips. Sam was a trouble-maker and acted like a boy sometimes, by beating up people and eating a lot of meat and chili.
“That was one of our best iCarlys yet!” exclaimed Carly.
“Yeah, our ratings were really high!” said Freddie
In the past year, Freddie’s voice had gotten deeper, and he knew it was because of puberty. Freddie used to be fairly chubby, but in the past year, he had grown a few inches and had evened out his weight with his height. Freddie thought he was pretty good looking and he even had a few girls in school that wanted to go out with him, but Freddie had turned them down in hopes of dating Carly. Freddie did not know why Carly had turned him down so many times.
The three teenagers walked out of their iCarly studio and went downstairs. By the front door of the apartment, they saw Spencer, Carly’s 26 year old brother who she lived with, standing with a duffel bag. Spencer had dropped out of law school to be an artist, and he was a bit eccentric, but Carly kept him under control most of the time. Spencer usually had a new sculpture he was working on, but Sam and Freddie were surprised to see that there was nothing new here.
“You sure you’ll be fine here on your own?” asked Spencer
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” said Carly. “Don’t worry, I’ll just throw a party and trash the house while you’re gone”
“That’s not funny,” said Spencer.
“Where are you going?” asked Sam.
“To the art convention”
“Uh, an art convention?” said Freddie.
“Yeah, you know, a convention of art. You see, artist around the world gather toge-”
“Yeah, don’t care,” interrupted Sam.
Spencer kissed Carly good-bye and went out the door.
“So what is there to eat in this place?” asked Sam suddenly.
“We have some leftover Chinese that we can warm up,” replied Carly.
“Ooh! I love Chinese!” exclaimed Sam.
“You love to eat everything, Sam!” said Carly.
“Yeah…” said Sam.
During dinner, the three friends were talking but Freddie was spending the entire time staring at his two beautiful friends. Freddie was studying the exquisiteness of Carly’s breasts and body and was getting a massive erection. Freddie found his mind thinking about the kiss with Sam, and his eyes starting wandering to Sam’s tits.
“Hello? Freddie? You still there, dipwad?” asked Sam
“What? What did you say?” asked Freddie, disgruntled and embarrassed.
“We were asking what you thought we should do for our next iCarly,” said Carly.
“Oh, I was thinking we should put on a few improv plays and have our viewers vote for the breast – I mean best one.”
Carly and Sam started to giggle.
“What?” said Freddie “I meant to say best.”
After a grueling two more minutes of teasing, they finished their meal and Carly and Sam got up to clean up. Freddie still had a huge boner and did not want the girls to see it and tease him for it, so he stayed sitting.
“Aren’t you gonna help, Fredward?” asked Sam.
“Yeah I’ll be there in a second,” said Freddie.
Freddie waited a minute until his boner had died down a bit and got up to help the girls. Out of the corner of his eye, Freddie thought he saw Carly’s eyes flicker to his crotch, but when he turned to look at Carly, she was focusing on the dishes. Freddie decided that it must have been his imagination.
After supper, they watched a few hours of TV, and after that, Freddie and Sam went home to their respective apartments. Freddie lived across the hall, and Sam lived a few floors up. As Freddie walked into his apartment, his extremely worrisome and overprotective mom bombarded him with questions regarding where he was and why he didn’t tell her.
“I was just at Carly’s, mom,” replied Freddie. “It’s just across the hall.”
“Well it’s very late and you need to go to bed now,” said Mrs. Benson.
“But it’s only ten o’ clock!” exclaimed Freddie. “And it’s summer! I don’t have school tomorrow!”
“Well you need your sleep, Freddie,” said Mrs. Benson. “And if it makes you feel any better, I’m going to bed, too.”
Freddie reluctantly walked into his room, grumbling. The second he heard his mother close her bedroom door, Freddie sat up in bed and turned on his laptop. He was working on a project on the computer where he was photoshopping Carly’s face onto a porn star’s body. Freddie had almost made it look genuine, when he heard a faint knock on the front door. Freddie’s mom was already fast asleep, so he knew he had to answer the door. Freddie again tried to relax his raging erection and when he thought it was safe he opened the door. Carly was at the other side of the door, now wearing a tight gray tank top which her blossoming breasts were bulging out of, and had on a pair of sweatpants. Freddie was having a very difficult time preventing his boner from reemerging.
“Were you in bed just now?” asked Carly, smiling.
“What!” exclaimed Freddie. “My mom makes me go to bed early. And I wasn’t even sleeping, I was on my laptop.”
“Whatever,” said Carly. “Well, I came over here because I was all bored and lonely. Do you want to keep me company and maybe watch a movie?”
Freddie was having a hard time not jumping up and down in the air, but he managed to keep it cool and just replied, “Sure, why not?”
“Great!” said Carly, and the two of them walked into Carly’s apartment and sat down next to each other on the couch.
“Hey, where’s Sam?” asked Freddie.
“Oh, uh, she couldn’t make it,” said Carly. “What, I’m not good enough?”
“No, no, of course not,” Freddie said quickly. “You’re perfect.”
“Thank you, Freddie,” said Carly, happy to be praised.
The two of them were watching the latest Harry Potter movie, but Freddie was barely paying any attention to the video. He was spending the whole time trying to figure out how he can manage to slip his arm around Carly’s shoulder, and maybe even get a kiss from her!
Carly stood up at once and said, “Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Yeah, sure,” replied Freddie.
Once Carly was gone, Freddie started thinking about how beautiful Carly was and how much he wanted to put his arm around her and kiss her. Freddie was contemplating: “Maybe I could go for the good old fake stretch, and then actually leave my arm around her shoulder. No, that’s too obvious. Yeah, but it still works most of the time, even if the girls know it’s coming.”
Freddie was going back and forth, and decided to stick with the fake stretch method. Once Carly returned, Freddie yawned and stretched out his right arm as far as he could, and then slowly lowered it down onto Carly’s right shoulder. To Freddie’s surprise, Carly did not squirm, protest, or try to shake his arm off. In fact, she moved closer to Freddie and snuggled up with her head on his chest. Freddie felt like he was in heaven. He had the most beautiful girl in the world, the girl of his dreams, lying on his chest, and both of them were alone in her apartment, just the two of them. Now Freddie was trying to figure out how to move in for the kiss. He decided to stick with good old fashioned chivalry.
“You know Carly, you look really pretty tonight,” said Freddie, at once.
“Thank you, Freddie,” said Carly. “That’s really sweet.”
“You know, you’ve probably heard this a million times from me,” said Freddie, “but, I feel like I should say it again. I love you, Carly Shay. I love you so much, and I have always loved you.”
Carly was silent at first, and Freddie figured that she wouldn’t reply the same comment to him, but then something else unexpected happened.
“I love you too, Freddie,” said Carly, as if it was natural to say.
“Wait, what?” asked Freddie, not sure if he had just heard what he thought he heard.
“I said I love you” repeated Carly.
“Wait, b-b-b-but-but-but-” stammered Freddie.
Carly sat up with a seductive look on her face, put a finger to Freddie’s lips, and whispered “Shhhh.” Then she removed the finger and closed her eyes and slowly started tilting her head and moving her face closer to Freddie’s. Freddie realized what was coming and started moving his face in closer, as well. After what seemed like an eternity, Freddie’s lips felt Carly’s soft lips gently push against his. Freddie wasn’t sure if they kissed for just a few seconds, or for a few years, but it didn’t seem to matter to him.
“Wow, this is much better than my kiss with Sam,” thought Freddie. As if she read his mind, Carly pulled away and asked: “So how did my kiss compare with Sam’s?”
Freddie finally found the words to speak, and he exclaimed, “Hey, how do you know about that? Sam and I agreed that it would be a secret.”
“Yeah, but Sam and I are best friends. Do you really think she’d keep a secret that big from me?”
“I guess not. But, are you upset with me?”
“Why would I be upset with you?”
“Because I love you, but I kissed Sam.”
“It’s fine, Freddie. I understand. You and Sam had both never kissed anyone, so you kissed each other. I still love you.”
“Yeah, could you explain that, too? Why have you never said that until now? All this time you really did love me?”
“Well, I never wanted to admit it in front of Sam, because you two weren’t exactly the best of friends, and I didn’t want to upset her.”
“But Sam is still going to find out, eventually.”
“Yeah, I know. But, now that you and Sam are on better terms, I figure that she won’t mind.”
“But aren’t you concerned that she’ll be jealous.”
“No, I’m concerned that we won’t continue our kissing. Could we stop talking?”
“Please”
Carly and Freddie moved their faces closer a little bit quicker this time. Once again, Freddie fell into pure bliss when their lips met. Their kissing became faster and more energetic, and Carly was breathing heavily between every kiss. After each long kiss, Carly would plant a smaller kiss on Freddie’s lips, like a signature. Freddie started to wrap his arms around her back, and, copying Freddie’s actions, Carly wrapped her arms around Freddie’s neck.
Carly and Freddie continued their kisses as they became more amplified, and Freddie decided to try and push his luck. Freddie slowly eased his tongue into Carly’s mouth and started exploring the inside of her mouth. Freddie saw Carly’s eyes widen, and to Freddie’s relief, she returned the favor and started stroking Freddie’s tongue with hers.
Carly and Freddie continued licking each other’s tongues with a strong passion, when suddenly, Carly broke away and put her lips around Freddie’s tongue and slowly sucked Freddie’s saliva off of it. Freddie returned the favor to Carly and began to suck on her tongue.
The pair of teenagers then resumed their kissing and they were clutching each other more passionately than ever. The two of them started leaning to one side while kissing, and they suddenly fell back and were lying horizontally on the couch. Freddie was on top and he began to kiss and lick every part of Carly he could get. He began with Carly’s lips, which he was already very familiar with, and was caressing them with his oral utilities. He them moved over to Carly’s soft, slightly pink left cheek, and made his way down to her neck.
As Freddie was kissing her neck, Carly emitted a soft moan of pleasure that made Freddie’s dick suddenly spring up into action. This excitement emanating from Freddie’s pants did not go unnoticed by Carly, who smiled and started stroking Freddie’s cock outside of his pants. Freddie was going crazy with ecstasy, but he did not stop making out with Carly’s slim neck. The virgin teenagers were giving each other pleasure while both moaning and sighing in delight.
Freddie then started rubbing and feeling Carly’s gorgeous tits with both of his hands and was massaging them delicately. Freddie had never touched a girl’s breasts before, and Carly’s felt amazing. Carly let out another moan of ecstasy which only made Freddie speed up, as he caressed Carly’s tits with more force and enthusiasm.
Freddie put his hands by Carly’s waist and started to pull up her tank top, but Carly suddenly put her hands on her tank top and started to pull it down.
“What’s wrong?” asked Freddie
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” said Carly.
“What do you mean?” asked Freddie. “I thought you loved me.”
“Wait, you didn’t let me finish,” said Carly. “What I was going to say is that we shouldn’t be doing this here. We should finish up in my room, where there’s more room and more privacy.”
“All right,” said Freddie.
The adolescent pair got off of the couch, stopped the movie, and made their way to the stairs. They walked up the stairs holding hands and kissing each other on the lips every few seconds, until they made it Carly’s room.
Carly and Freddie walked into the bedroom and Carly closed the door behind them. Freddie had never been in Carly’s bedroom before and found himself admiring it. The room was nice and cozy with a bed, a few dressers, a couch, a TV, a closet, a desk, a chair, and a window. The bed sheets, pillows, blankets, and curtains were all pink, which gave the room a pinkish glow.
“Nice place,” said Freddie.
Carly ignored him. “Now, where were we?” she asked.
“I think somewhere around here,” said Freddie, as he approached Carly and they resumed their make-out session. Freddie and Carly were clutching each other passionately, as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. Not unlike with the couch in the living room, Carly and Freddie suddenly fell backwards onto Carly’s bed. Once again, Freddie found himself lying on top of Carly and kissing her. Freddie grabbed the bottom of Carly’s tank top for the second time and began to lift it up. Freddie felt his mouth get dry as he saw Carly’s bare belly button, but once again, Carly stopped Freddie and said “Wait!”
“What is it this time?” groaned Freddie.
“Allow me,” said Carly.
Freddie moved, allowing Carly to sit up and get off of the bed. Carly was now standing up, facing the bed, where Freddie was sitting with an anxious look on his face. Carly put each hand on an opposite side of the bottom of her tank top. Once again, Freddie could feel his mouth get dry and his dick get hard. Carly slowly raised her arms up, gradually stripping her top from off of her slim, petite figure, revealing a hot pink lacy bra which clearly showed off the curves of her beautiful breasts.
“Do you want to see more?” teased Carly, intentionally dropping her left shoulder strap.
“You know I do, baby,” answered Freddie.
Carly smiled, and with a seductive look on her face, lowered the other shoulder strap, and then undid her bra strap in the back. With a sexy wink at Freddie, Carly lowered the now undone bra, revealing her beautiful, round breasts, which were proudly showing off her erect nipples. Carly’s tits were the perfect size; they weren’t unnaturally huge, and yet they weren’t so small either. They were a little bit bigger than Freddie could easily fit in his hands. They also didn’t sag at all, but they stayed straight and even. They were perfect, natural tits.
Carly walked over to Freddie and sat down facing him on his lap, with her legs outstretched under her, and her long, dark hair clinging to her bare back. Carly put her hand around Freddie’s head and started kissing him like she never kissed before. Freddie answered back by groping and squeezing Carly’s nude breasts.
Freddie broke away from their kiss to focus on Carly’s tits, which were begging to be squeezed and sucked on. Freddie put his lips around Carly’s hard right nipple and began sucking on it and licking it while squeezing the left breast. Freddie then switched to sucking on the left nipple and groping the right one. Freddie’s actions seemed to have pleased Carly, as she uttered a moan of pure ecstasy, which only stimulated Freddie to continue his licking.
Freddie’s dick seemed to have liked Carly’s moans of pleasure, as it bounced up against the inside of Freddie’s shorts, which came in contact with the area of Carly’s sweatpants that was covering her pussy. This action elicited another joyful cry from Carly who gasped, “We need to do something about that cock.”
Carly stood up and got on her knees in front of Freddie, who stood up and took off his shirt. She immediately pulled down Freddie’s shorts and boxers, causing his 6-inch cock to spring up right in front of her face. Carly looked up at Freddie, with a look of pure lust in her eyes, and then plunged down onto Freddie’s hard cock. Freddie fell into pure bliss as Carly’s warm, wet mouth engulfed his rock hard cock and got to work. Carly at first only put the head in her mouth and swished her tongue in circles around the top, making Freddie gasp with pleasure. Carly then put her right hand on the dick and lowered her head all the way down, trying to get all of Freddie’s cock in her mouth. Her soft lips bobbed up and down, wetting every part of Freddie’s hard shaft. Suddenly, Carly stopped her sucking and took Freddie’s cock out of her mouth. She then grabbed the tip of Freddie’s cock, held it up in the air, and licked the entire underside of Freddie’s cock, from bottom to top. When she reached the top, she looked up at Freddie, and then dove back down to resume her enthusiastic blowjob. During the split second Carly looked up at him, Freddie didn’t see his best friend through those eyes, but he saw a much older and more experienced girl licking his cock.
“Lick my balls, Carly,” gasped Freddie. “Lick them and suck on them, but be very gentle; they’re very sensitive.”
Carly obeyed, as she took Freddie’s cock out of her mouth and put his right ball in her mouth and gently sucked on it. Carly then slowly removed the testicle from her mouth, making a faint popping noise, which made her giggle. She then repeated her actions with Freddie’s left ball, and when she was done, she licked the balls, and ran her tongue along the underside of Freddie’s cock again, as if she was sealing an envelope.
“Talk dirty to me, Carly, baby,” commanded Freddie.
“Yeah, you like that, Freddie?” crooned Carly, as she was stroking Freddie’s cock. “Yeah you like it when I suck your big fucking cock?”
“You know I do,” breathed Freddie.
“Yeah, does it feel good? Does it feel good with your cock in my wet mouth?”
“Fuck yeah.” Freddie wasn’t sure who this girl stroking his cock and talking dirty to him was. She looked like his friend Carly Shay, but she acted and talked like a porn star. Freddie decided that he liked the new Carly.
“I’m just a dirty little slut,” teased Carly, as she grabbed Freddie’s butt cheeks and started fucking his cock with her mouth. Freddie could feel Carly’s fingernails digging into his butt as she was fervently sucking his cock. Once again, Freddie was overcome by immense pleasure, and he realized that he was coming close to an orgasm.
“Carly,” he gasped. “I’m about to cum.”
Carly removed Freddie’s cock from her mouth and said, “It’s Ok, Freddie. I want you to cum all over me.”
Freddie pumped his cock back and forth with his right hand, until he couldn’t contain himself anymore and his cock pulsated and began to spew his manhood. Freddie’s first shot landed on Carly’s nose, which then dripped into her mouth; another shot landed on Carly’s left breast; and another one landed in Carly’s mouth. Freddie shot some sperm onto her face and also onto her chest. Freddie lost count of the number of times he shot cum on Carly, but both teens seemed to have enjoyed it very much.
Carly grabbed Freddie’s cock and squeezed it, as if she was trying to squeeze the last drop out of a toothpaste bottle. She then cleaned up Freddie’s cock, licking up all of the leftover cum, and then cleaned up all of the cum off of herself, emptying all of it into her mouth.
“Swallow that shit, girl,” ordered Freddie.
Carly did as she was told and closed her mouth and swallowed Freddie’s manhood. When she opened her mouth up again, Freddie’s cum had disappeared.
“Mmm, it tastes so fucking good,” crooned Carly.
“Wow, where did you learn to give such a great blowjob?” asked Freddie.
“I don’t know,” said Carly, who was now back to her old self. “I’ve seen some porn movies, and I just sort of went with the flow and did what felt natural. Was it really that good?”
“You kidding? It was amazing! Are you sure you’d never given a blowjob before you gave me one?”
“Of course I’m sure. What, do you think I’m some sort of slut?”
“You already called yourself a slut!”
“Yeah, but that was in the heat of the moment.”
“You know, the moment doesn’t have to be over. I can try to pleasure you like you did to me.”
“Yeah, have you ever eaten a girl out?”
“Yeah, I just kissed a girl for the first time a few weeks ago, and now I’m already licking girls’ pussies,” said Freddie, sarcastically.
“Ok, ok, I guess it was a silly question.”
“I’ll just go with the flow, like you did.”
Carly stood up, got on the bed, and lied down on the pillows. Freddie got onto the bed, facing Carly, kissed her, and then pulled down her sweatpants, revealing the top of a pink pair of panties. Carly lifted up her butt, allowing Freddie to slide her sweatpants all the way off, and Freddie then put his hands on the sides of Carly’s panties, and pulled them down all the way off of her body. Freddie now had an excellent view of Carly’s tight, pink pussy, which, Freddie could see, was slightly moist. Carly’s pubic hair was aligned in a perfect triangle, and he guessed it must have been shaved, but he didn’t ask questions.
Freddie began by rubbing Carly’s clit gently, which emitted an ecstatic cry from Carly. Freddie continued rubbed her clit and did it with a little more force, and a little bit faster. Freddie then moved his hand and stuck his finger inside of Carly’s pussy, while licking her clit at the same time. Carly grabbed Freddie’s free hand, and started sucking on his fingers with passion not unlike when she was sucking on his cock. As Freddie slid his finger in and out of Carly’s pussy, he could smell her sweet pussy juices and feel them dripping down his finger. Freddie’s tongue danced around Carly’s clit as she opened her mouth, removed Freddie’s fingers, and let out a moan of pure pleasure. As Freddie’s actions sped up, Carly’s moaning reached a higher octave each time, until eventually Carly was letting out a high-pitched shriek at the top of her lungs. Carly’s cries sounded something like this:
“Mmm … oh yeah, just like that … oh fuck yeah … MMM … OHHH … fuck me with your finger … Yeah, just like that … OHH … OHHHHHH … OHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YES … OH GOD … OHHHHHHHH … IM CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!”
Carly couldn’t contain it anymore, and, without warning, her hips bucked, and she squirted out her cum all over Freddie’s face and neck. Freddie could taste Carly’s warm, sweet pussy juices as he swallowed the ones that made their way to his mouth. Carly sat up, and cleaned the rest of her own cum off of Freddie, licking and slurping up her own womanhood from areas on Freddie’s face. Carly and Freddie kissed each other, cleaning off any remnants of each other’s cum, and when they were done, they grinned at each other and swallowed.
“Wow, that was amazing, Freddie,” said Carly, after they had cleaned themselves up.
“Oh, it was no big deal,” replied Freddie, humbly. “I just went with the flow.”
“So, do you think you can finish me off?” asked Carly, seductively.
“I think I may be able to,” said Freddie. “Oh, wait,” he just remembered. “We don’t have any protection, and I’m not getting anybody pregnant.”
“It’s fine,” said Carly, pulling a condom out of the pocket of her sweatpants, which were lying on the bed. “I have one right here.”
“Wait, you planned all of this?” asked Freddie, surprised.
“No, not exactly. I invited you over because I wanted company, and I didn’t invite Sam, because I wanted it to be just us two. I was hoping for maybe a kiss, but nothing like this. But, when we were sitting on the couch, I realized that maybe tonight would be the night, so when I went to the bathroom during the movie, I actually took a condom from Spencer’s room.”
“Nice. That was smart of you.”
“Thanks. But, why did you ask if I planned all of this? Does that turn you off that you weren’t exactly controlling what was happening?”
“Are you kidding? It turns me on that you were hoping that I’d fuck you.”
“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” said Carly, as she sat up and kissed Freddie.
Carly broke away, took the condom out of the small plastic bag, and slid it down Freddie’s cock. Freddie then lied down on Carly’s pillows, and, with a nervous but lustful smile, Carly slowly lowered her pussy onto Freddie’s outstretched, protected cock. Freddie felt a barrier as Carly lowered herself onto him.
“It’s ok, Freddie,” assured Carly. “I want it to be you who pops my cherry. Just push into it.”
Freddie pushed a little bit harder inside of Carly’s hole, and he felt her hymen give way as he broke through it. Carly face twisted into a look that combined immense pain with immense pleasure.
“You okay?” asked Freddie.
“Yeah just give me a second,” said Carly. After a minute or so, she said, “I’m fine. Now you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
“Good, because I was getting impatient,” replied Freddie.
Carly smiled and once again lowered herself onto Freddie’s hard cock. She then raised herself up and lowered herself again, riding Freddie’s cock with a certain pattern to it. Carly was looking at Freddie with a pure lustful look that just said: “Fuck my brains out.” Freddie matched Carly’s rhythm and slammed his dick up into her pussy each time she bounced up. The teenage pair was fucking in perfect harmony, and both of them loved every second of it. Carly let out another one of her ecstatic cries, which got more and more high-pitched as they fucked even faster. In between each shriek, Carly was yelling curse words and talking dirty to Freddie.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Freddie!” Carly was yelling. “Fuck me with big hard cock of yours! Fuck me like I’m a dirty little whore who loves riding your cock! Ohhhhhhhh Fuck Yeah!!!”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m doing, Carly baby,” replied Freddie, between gasps of breath.
“Yeah, and you’re doing it so fucking good,” said Carly, as she sped up her fucking. “Mmmmm… It feels so fucking good.
“Oh Ohh Ohhhhh!” shrieked Carly as Freddie pounded harder and harder into Carly’s inviting pink pussy and tried desperately not to cum, hoping for another position to try.
Carly seemed to have read Freddie’s mind, as she slowed down her bouncing and dismounted herself from Freddie’s hard dick. Carly grabbed Freddie’s protected cock with her hand and licked from top to bottom, and then changed positions.
“Ok, this time I get to be on top,” Freddie told Carly.
“What?” teased Carly. “Does it boost your self-esteem when you are in control?”
“Hell yeah!” replied Freddie. “That was just warm-up. Now I’m gonna fuck your brains out!”
“Please do,” begged Carly.
Carly laid back on the pillows with her legs outstretched, while Freddie got on his knees facing her. Freddie held up Carly’s legs and guided his eager cock once again into Carly’s welcoming pussy. Freddie pulled Carly’s legs towards him with each stroke, as he plunged harder and harder into her tight pussy. Freddie plowed Carly with such force and might that Carly felt as if Freddie’s dick was thrusting into her whole body.
“Ohhh God!” screamed Carly. “It’s so deep! It’s so fucking deep!!”
“Yeah it is, baby,” answered Freddie. “Do you like it that way?”
“Oh, I fucking love it,” replied Carly. “Freddie Benson, you are pleasuring me in ways I could have never even imagined. What does that do for your self-esteem?”
“It does wonders,” Freddie responded, as he increased up his momentum and fucked with more power.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Carly. “How much deeper and harder can you go?”
“I still have a little more to go,” replied Freddie, grinning. “I don’t want to put it all in, because I might hurt you.”
“Stop being such a pussy,” laughed Carly. “Act like a man; you’ve acted like one until now. I don’t give a shit about your worries. I want your whole cock inside me, and I want you to be fucking me with all your might.”
“Whatever you say,” answered Freddie.
Freddie listened to Carly and pushed his entire cock into Carly’s vagina, still pounding it. Freddie pulled Carly’s legs towards him as fast as he could and plunged his cock into her as hard as he could. Freddie saw Carly’s eyes go wide with wonder and pleasure. Carly closed her eyes, licked her lips, and continued her ecstatic moans. Carly’s moans eventually escalated into cries and then into screams. Carly shrieked more high pitched as Freddie fucked harder. Finally, Freddie couldn’t take it any more and knew that he was close to letting his sperm go.
“Oh god, Carly, I’m about to cum!” gasped Freddie.
“I am, too,” breathed Carly. “You have protection, so it’s fine. Cum inside me, and I’ll try to cum at the same time.”
Freddie’s cock suddenly expanded and pulsated, releasing shot after shot of hot cum into the condom in Carly’s pussy. At the same time, Carly let out an ecstatic cry, and Freddie knew she was cumming as well, as he felt a warm liquid on the outside of the condom. Freddie could not believe how much sperm he had bottled up and how much he was letting go right now.
Finally, the party ended and the two teenagers stopped cumming. Carly sat up and kissed Freddie with her tongue in his mouth, while his cock was still in her pussy. Carly broke away from the kiss and removed her pussy from his cock. Carly first licked the outside of the condom, slurping up her own pussy juices, which she then transferred to Freddie by kissing him. Carly then removed the condom and cleaned Freddie’s cum off of his cock. Carly finished up with a farewell kiss to Freddie’s cock, and then let it go. Freddie then lowered his mouth to Carly’s pussy, and cleaned up her explosion of cum. After a minute or so, Freddie slurped up the last of Carly’s womanhood and then sat up.
After looking and grinning at each other for a while, and still breathing heavily, the adolescent pair finally found the words to speak.
“Oh my god, that was amazing!” exclaimed Carly.
“That felt so good,” agreed Freddie. “I can’t believe that I actually just had sex.”
“Yeah, me either,” replied Carly. “We have to do this again sometime soon.”
“Really?” asked Freddie, his cock perking up once again.
“Yeah, sure,” said Carly, giggling. “We can try something new tomorrow.”
“And what will that be?” asked Freddie.
“Well, you’ll have to wait and see,” replied Carly, seductively.
“Oh, I love you so much,” grinned Freddie.
Carly and Freddie got off of the bed and began to put their clothes on. When they were done, they found themselves kissing each other once again.
“Why don’t you stay here tonight?” whispered Carly, as she pulled Freddie close to her. “Sleep with me, in my bed.”
“Oh, I’d love to, Carly,” answered Freddie. “But I think my mom would notice if I wasn’t home in the morning. Then I’d be in big trouble.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Carly, disappointed. “C’mon, I’ll walk you out.”
Carly and Freddie made their way downstairs to the door.
“Well, goodnight, Carly,” said Freddie. “Thank you for an amazing night.”
“Oh, I think it was my pleasure, literally,” replied Carly.
They kissed for a few minutes, before Freddie finally opened the door, walked into the hallway, and then turned around to look at the love of his life, as she closed the door behind him. Freddie very quietly opened his front door, locked it, and walked to his room to go to bed. Freddie couldn’t help smiling as he was getting undressed to go to sleep.
That night, Freddie Benson slept well.

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Help! – Part 7

A heart warming tale of a young boy who finds himself in a lot of trouble and needs a hero to “cum” and save him!

Two Sisters

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Les & Bob Part 4

This is a story about a pair of twin boys in the UK and some of their experiences in life as seen through the eyes of one of them. It is set in the past in an age when children in Britain did very much what they were told to do by an adult and never questioned it.You are about to read the forth chapter in a story that will contain graphic sexual activity between boys a man, woman and a young girl.

My Wild Princes. Pt. 2.

Nandi’s skirt was ripped away. As much as I had tried to get her to wear panties, she never would. So she was now naked, under Aysha’s groping hands. They seemed everywhere, one moment, a breast, then an ass cheek, or back to her head.
Then one disappeared, between their bodies. I saw Nandi’s hips rise, hold for a moment, before lunging down. I knew she now had, one or more fingers inside her pussy.

Their Stories – Final Chapter

The Final Chapter
Bobby took the plunge. “Do you want somebody to make
you feel good?”
“Uh-huh,” Lynette said, looking him in the eyes. “That
feels good what you’re doin’ on my leg.”
“Would you like me to make you feel good, Lynette?” he
asked, almost in a whisper.
“Yeah,” she said, also hoarsely.
“Will you promise not to tell anybody?”
“I promise,” she said. “I won’t tell nobody. Not even
Stacey.”
With that, his hand moved into her crotch and touched
her cotton panties. To his surprise and pleasure, they
were moist, and he began to rub a finger up and down
the slit he could clearly feel through the fabric. “Oh,
Lynette, you’re so pretty and so sexy,” he sighed.
“That feels real good, Mr. Wilson,” she said, her head
almost falling back. Then she looked up at him and
said, “Do you want me to take off my panties?”
Bobby was gone now. Prison didn’t even enter his mind.
“Yes, sweetheart, I’d love for you to take off your
panties.”
Lynette rose, reached under the short green dress and
removed a pair of yellow-flowered, cotton panties. Then
she hiked up her dress so he could see her bare slit.
“Would you make me feel good?” she asked. “Then I could
make you feel good.”
She sat on the couch, her dress around her waist, as he
buried her tongue in between her wide-spread legs. He’d
cautioned her to make no noise, but she couldn’t help
some soft grunts, as his tongue lapped her small crack,
and his mouth finally came to rest on her erect little
clit. She came in what seemed like and instant, moaning
softly, her hips bucking, her legs pressed tight
against his head, her pussy juice flowing into his
mouth.
Though she was finally finished, Bobby’s hormones were
enflamed, and throwing everything to the wind, he
unzipped his pants, and pulled his trousers and brief
down past his hips. His pecker was small, but it was as
hard as any man’s had ever been. “Put it in your mouth,
Lynette,” he instructed. “Suck on it for me.”
The 10 year old did just that. She was very inexpert,
but she knew enough from her one experience to suck
with her mouth, lick with her tongue and rub what
wasn’t in her mouth with her tiny hand. She didn’t have
to be and expert with the tension in Bobby Wilson’s
body. She had hardly more than began to suck, when he
shot the biggest load of his life into her tiny mouth.
She jerked back a little, but never lost connection
with her mouth. Cum ran from the corners of her mouth,
down her chin and onto the floor, but she swallowed as
much as she wasted. When he had finally quit shooting,
the blackness of such pleasure having cleared from his
eyes, Bobby looked down at the little blonde girl who
was looking up at him, cum covering her jaw. “Did I do
that right, Mr. Wilson?” she asked, a smile on her
face.
He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the cum
in her mouth and mixing what were left of her juices in
his. Then he said, “That was the best I’ve ever felt,
Lynette.”
“Bill told me that even if I just swallow pee-pee,
it’ll make my titties grow and make the hair grow on my
wee-wee, like a woman’s,” she said earnestly.
Bobby saw an opportunity and ran with it. “Oh, it will,
sweetheart. It will.”
“Then can you and me make each other feel good some
other day?” she asked sincerely.
“Oh, yes, my love,” Bobby said, his trousers still
hanging from his hips. Then he suddenly realized what
he’d just done, and a flash of fear ran up his spine.
“But you can never tell anyone, do you hear me?” he
said, holding her wrists a little too tightly.
She pulled her wrists away from him. “I ain’t gonna
tell nobody,” she said. “I don’t want you to go to
jail. I just want a boyfriend who’ll make me feel
good.”
For some reason, Bobby believed her, and his heart rose
again. As he pulled up his pants, he watched her pull
up her panties. He wiped her chin with a wet tissue,
and they prepared to rejoin her mother. But they also
agreed that she would say she wanted to come back for
counseling in a day or two.Bill’s story: I made a lot of money in Europe with my
edited video and some of the photographs, the ones I
didn’t want to keep. It’s amazing what you can sell in
Amsterdam and Hamburg. I figured I’d covered myself
fairly well, since they would be looking for a “Bill”
or a “William,” and the girls hadn’t a clue what motels
they’d been in. Besides, I wasn’t even in the country,
much less in Illinois, so I figured by the time I got
back, even if it had been reported, the trail would be
cold.
While in Amsterdam, I hooked up with one of the guys
who wanted to “distribute” my video, meaning he knew a
few old codgers who would pay big bucks for it, then
pay again, if asked, not to let anybody know they’d
bought it. We made a few more films, through his
connections, and I got to fuck a dozen or so girls,
ranging from 12 to 15. Willy was very good at this, and
even the 15 year olds were chosen because they looked
younger, with small breasts and almost hairless
pussies.
Then we went to Thailand for a while, where I did some
girls as young as 8. This 8 year old told me she’d been
fucking men since she was 6 because her family needed
the money. I paid her some and shacked up with her for
about a week. Boy, that was tight pussy.
Then I went back to the states with a pretty sizeable
bank roll and more to come, with Willy managing the
“distribution” and, quite frankly, the following
blackmail. I found out that the girls had finally been
forced to reveal their exploits to their mother, and
that the old bag had gone immediately to the police.
There was a John Doe warrant out for my arrest for
rape, assault, and anything else they could think up.
The way I found all this out is interesting.
Mrs. Fellowes thanked Bobby for spending time with
Lynette. Bobby actually carried it off to say that it
was his pleasure, without laughing. Lynette immediately
asked if she could come back, that she felt better
talking with Mr. Wilson, just as they had rehearsed
while cleaning his cum from her chin. Bobby said that
day after tomorrow, same time, would be good, that he
could meet with her privately then.
Then he told Mrs. Fellowes that he still needed to talk
some more with Stacey. She looked at her watch with
concern on the lateness of the hour, since she had
agreed to work the evening shift at the restaurant. He
told her that if she wanted, he could drop Stacey off
on his way home, that he only needed another hour or 30
minutes with, then he was calling it a day. She agreed
readily to that, and Bobby’s heart skipped another
beat.
He returned to the room where the pregnant 12 year old
was sitting, listening to music on the CD player her
rapist had bought her.Bill’s story: Turns out, when the girls got home after
that final session in the motel, they put away all the
new clothes I’d bought them, including the underwear,
though they kept on the stuff they were wearing. I’d
told them to tell their mom, if she asked about it,
that they’d used their own money at the mall and bought
the outfits they had on. Mom did indeed ask them, but
crossly accepted the explanation that they had
purchased the clothes themselves. She actually
complimented them on having good taste.
The girls had gone to the mall the next day for our
rendezvous. I, of course, didn’t show, so they went
back home, I’m told, disappointed.
Next day, however, mom came across the other clothes in
closets and drawers, particularly the panties and bras.
She demanded to know where they had gotten the money to
buy such things. She badgered and badgered until
finally, Lynette blurted out, “Bill bought ‘em for us.”
“And who is Bill?” mama demanded.
“Stacey’s boyfriend,” Lynette said, before Stacey told
her to shut up. Like a terrier with a rat, mama stayed
on the story until Lynette finally let slip some
details of our rendezvous in the motel. Mama hit the
ceiling before dialing the police. Over the next 48
hours, the whole story, including descriptions of
“Bill” were related to various police officers and
detectives. Mama demanded my nuts on a platter, but
after a few weeks, the police realized how clever I’d
been and explained to her that finding me was going to
be difficult.
Then Stacey began to have morning sickness, and mama
immediately guessed the reason. She hauled the 12 year
old, first to the doctor for confirmation, then back to
the police for retribution. You see, mama’s religion
forbids abortion, so now her 12 year old daughter was
going to give birth to a bastard child at 13. She was
stuck with the kid, according to her religion, but her
religion didn’t stop her from wanting me strung up by
my nuts. But as the months went by, and as Stacey’s
belly began to grow, the police had to admit the trail
was dead cold. “Bill,” whoever he was, had probably
gotten away with it.
Stacey stopped the CD and took off her headphones.
Bobby asked her to join him on the couch in the room.
The pretty 12 year old sat down beside him, and he
noticed the slight bulge around her waist.
“So, Stacey,” he said, “I want to ask you a question
that sort of comes from my interview with Lynette. Do
you wish you’d never met Bill? Do you wish this hadn’t
happened?”
Her answer was so quick, it surprised even him. “Oh,
no,” she exclaimed. “I still love Bill. I know he can’t
come back or they’d put him in prison, but I’d love to
see him again and show him how our baby’s growing in my
tummy.”
Bobby was also surprised at how quickly his dick, which
had just been relieved in the mouth of her 10 year old
sister, got rock-hard again. “So if you could, you’d
let Bill fuck you again?”
“Sure,” the pretty pre-teen said, a smile flashing
across her mouth.
“And you want to have Bill’s baby?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“Even though you’ll only be 13 when you deliver?”
She looked around. “Is mama still outside?”
“No,” he said. “She had to leave with Lynette so she
could go to work. I’m going to drive you home after
we’re done.” He looked closely for reaction, but saw
little. He looked down at her pretty legs, which ended
in a pair of white shorts. He wanted to stroke them,
but he waited.
“Well, most people here don’t know, but mama had me
when she was 16,” the girl said, “so I guess havin’
children early runs in our family.”
Or getting fucked at an early age, he thought. “Did you
enjoy sex with Bill?” he asked, trying to speed it up.
“Yeah,” she said. “He made me feel real good.”
“If Bill were here today, would you have sex with him?”
“Well, if he comes back, they’ll probably arrest him,”
she said.
“No, I mean, if Bill were here today and nobody would
arrest him, and if he asked you, would you have sex
with him right now?” Bobby asked in a low voice.
She thought for a minute, digesting the question, then
said simply, “Yes.”
“Why?” he asked, putting his hand on her arm.
“Because I love him,” she said haltingly.
“But isn’t it also because it felt good?” he asked.
“You said he made you feel good.”
“Uh-huh,” she said cautiously, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah, he made me feel real good.”
Bobby had reached the Rubicon, and he decided to cross
again. He took his hand off her arm and placed it
gently on her cheek. “Stacey, I think you’re beautiful.
And I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever
met.” He knew he was taking a page from “Bill’s” book,
but, hell, if it worked once….. “And I’d love to make
you feel good too.”
She looked at him for a minute as though she couldn’t
believe what she was hearing. Fear sprang like a
leopard into his heart. He suddenly believed she was
going to run screaming “rape” from the room. Sweat
actually popped from his forehead. But then the girl
simply asked, “You mean you’d like to fuck me?”
He drew in two breaths to calm himself, then said,
“More than anything in the world.”
Again, her hesitation caused him near panic, but then
she said, “But I’m pregnant. Would you want to fuck a
pregnant woman?”
More than anything in the world, he thought. Then he
said, “Sweetheart, you’re more beautiful and sexy
because you’re pregnant. Besides, pregnant women have
sex all the time. And I’ve been told that when they
have their wee-wees licked, it feels even better when
they’re pregnant.”
The girl seemed to study his face for a moment, then
reached her own small hand to his cheek. “You mean you
want to be my boyfriend?” she asked.
“Yes, darling,” he said, but then had a reality check.
“But no one can know, or I’ll be the one they throw in
jail.”
She smiled and said, “Well, I wouldn’t want that. I’ve
done lost one boyfriend.”Bill’s story: Both girls were put under the care of a
court-appointed counselor. Turns out, he was as big a
pedophile as me.
They moved into the bedroom of Bobby’s apartment. He
knew he had to have the girl home soon, but she had
agreed to go to his place on the way and give him a
fuck. He turned on a low lamp in the room, which
luckily was fairly neat for a change. He took young
Stacey in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue
exploring her mouth.
She immediately put a hand on his crotch and began
rubbing it lightly. He moved a hand to one of her
breasts, which, though he didn’t know it, had already
swollen slightly from the days when Bill had fucked the
12 year old. It was sore now, and his groping hurt, but
Stacey wanted to be fucked so badly, she didn’t even
flinch as he kneaded the still quite small tit.
In no time, they had broken the embrace and stripped to
their underwear, bra and panties for her, boxers for
him, though they looked more like a tent. He undid her
bra, freeing her now slightly larger breasts, and
kissed and caressed them.
In the back of his mind, he knew how many years of
prison, and what type of treatment in the prison, he
could expect for taking a pregnant 12 year old girl to
bed, but the taste of those small young breasts in his
mouth put him over the edge. He bent down and removed
her panties. He also didn’t know the fullness that was
starting to overtake Stacey’s young pussy with her
pregnancy, but he beheld light down above and bald slit
below with ecstasy. He kissed it several times, then
laid her on the bed.
He immediately and eagerly began to push his tongue
into her young cunt. It was already wet with her juice,
and he tasted for the first time the sweet little girl
lubrication. Then he found her clit and began
administering to it, while running a finger in and out
of her wet folds. His other reached up to fondle one of
her small breasts, as her hips began to buck against
his face. He was startled when, after less than a
minute, she was overcome by a massive orgasm. She
moaned and bucked against him, writhing in pleasure.
He’d never have believed a 12 year old could cum so
hard.
Finally, her orgasm subsided, and he moved up to kiss
her. She grabbed his head, mashed her lips against his
and ran her tongue into his mouth, to taste her own
juice. When the kiss broke off, she smiled at him and
said, “Now I’ll make you feel good.” He immediately
began removing his boxers, when she said, “But because
of the baby, you’ll have to do it from behind. I can’t
let you lie on top of me.”
Hell’s bells, he thought, I’d rather do it that way
anyway! She got up on hands and knees, her lithe body
looking such a turn on. She turned her head back,
smiling and ready, and he positioned himself behind the
two gorgeous globes of her tight young ass. Then she
reached underneath herself, grabbed his hard-on and
guided it to her wet hole. This was unbelievable, he
thought. This girl is really wanting a fuck. Deciding
it was his duty, as soon as he was ushered in, he began
to pump her as hard as his close to 6 incher would let
him.
She was humping back like a pro, and clamping his
pecker with her pussy muscles. He knew now that, with
his short dick and his desire to come in her tiny twat,
he wasn’t going to last long. But he wanted her to
enjoy it too, so he reached under her with one hand and
began to massage one small breast. Then, with his other
hand, he began to rub her slightly bulging belly,
running from the top, all the way down to the moist
down above her pussy, gently inserting a finger on top
of her clit.
To his amazement, the 12 year old was soon bucking with
a new orgasm, and that was all for him. He shot his hot
load into her pregnant pussy, taking four pumps to dump
it all. After cumming in Lynette’s mouth only an hour
and a half earlier, he was surprised at how much cream
he was able to lay in her pregnant pussy.
Afterwards, as they lay together, stroking each other’s
privates, he told her again how important it was that
she not tell anybody and how he wanted to fuck her
again tomorrow. She eagerly agreed, and they set their
rendezvous.Bill’s story: The reason I know all of this, about the
police and the psychologist fucking them is that I paid
a visit. I watched from down the street until I saw
mama leave for work and that worthless stepfather leave
for the bar. Then I slipped around to the back door,
took a chance and knocked. Lynette answered. The look
on her face was half horror, half joy.
“Bill,” she exclaimed. I put a finger to my lips.
“Quiet, honey,” I said. “Is it just you and Stacey at
home?” She said it was, and led me upstairs to Stacey’s
room. She was still asleep, and she was obviously eight
months pregnant.
Her 13 year old body was still trim and lithe, but her
belly was swollen all out of proportion. I could also
see that her tits, though still small, were swollen
with pregnancy. She lay on her back, her mouth open,
her cute freckled nose snoring, her covers thrown off,
and her short nightgown hiked up to reveal her panties.
I realized immediately that they were the pink silk
ones I’d bought her.
Lynette was holding my hand as we roused my little
“wife.” She shrieked and tried to jump up, but with her
large belly, she had to maneuver slowly upright. “What
are you doing here,” she said, now talking in a
whisper.
“I had to see you again, darling,” I said, kissing her
deeply, as I had Lynette at the door.
When the kiss was over, though, my pretty 13 year old
wife said, “But Bill, if they catch you, you’ll go to
prison.”
“Tell me what’s going on,” I said. And for the next
hour, they told me everything, including about Bobby
Wilson, their “counselor,” who was now fucking both of
them. I finally asked them if they loved him more than
me, and they both enthusiastically said they loved me
more. Stacey even went so far as to say, “Bill, you’re
the daddy or our baby.” But they both admitted they
needed somebody to fuck, and Bobby was the only choice
they had at the time.
I started to develop a plan in my mind, but I also had
one in my groin. So I kissed Lynette and asked her if I
could be alone with Stacey for a little bit. Once the
door shut, we were all over each other, and soon I was
licking her to a massive orgasm. The minute that
subsided, she immediately was up on hands and knees,
begging me to fuck her.
I obliged, pumping in and out, feeling up her tight
little ass, rubbing her small tits and feeling her big
belly. I came more than I had in weeks. Afterwards, she
cleaned me, and I took a trip down the hall to
Lynette’s room. After licking her to a shattering
orgasm, I raped her 11 year old pussy until I dumped
another load, though smaller than the first. I found
that she was now able to take my hard-on much better
than the first time I fucked her.
Bobby came by that afternoon when Lynette called. He’d
begun fucking her in the past month, and he enjoyed it
even more than her blow jobs. He was nervous about
coming to her house, but he was so horny these days, he
decided to take the chance. When he arrived at the back
door, he was ushered in by Lynette. They tip-toed up
the stairs like they had the other time they’d done it
in her bedroom when no one was at home.
Bobby thought Lynette didn’t know that he was also
regularly fucking her pregnant 13 year old sister. But
he was shocked when they got to Lynette’s room, and
there sat the pregnant girl on the bed. “You’ve been
fuckin’ both of, Bobby,” she spat. “How dare you.”
Bobby darned near wet his pants. He sputtered, looking
for some words in his suddenly dry throat, when Lynette
said, “And both of us is underage, so you could go to
jail.”
Bobby looked down at the 11 year old, and no words
came, only horror.
Stacey said, “You know, we got proof you fucked us.”
Bobby gasped.
“Yeah,” said Lynette, “Stacey filmed you fucking me,
and I filmed you fucking her. And guess who’ll be
fucking you if you go to jail?”
Bobby’s knees buckled, and he abruptly sat down. “Why
are you doing this?” he croaked.
“Cause we want you to do something for us, then we’ll
let you off,” Stacey said.
“What?” Bobby managed.Bill’s story: Willy managed all the details. The
corporate jet was waiting, the fake ID and passports
were flawless, and the getaway was perfect. Bobby
demanded a court-ordered “counseling” session with the
girls, picked them up and drove them straight to the
airport. They all boarded the aircraft where I was
waiting. We flew straight to Amsterdam, where Bobby,
his new English passport in hand, departed for the
Caribbean.
Don’t know whatever happened to the boy. Don’t care.
Me, I’m living happily with Stacey, now known as
“Ingrid,” and Lynette, now known as “Lisl,” on our
German passports. Stacey had a beautiful baby girl,
whom we named Courtney, and the baby and I take turns
milking mommy’s titties. Big news is that 14 year old
Stacey has been missing a period for two months. Oh,
and Lynette just turned 12, and guess what? She just
missed her period..

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The Island, Chapter 31

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.