Masturbation

Daddy Makes Out with my Girlfriend

Daddy Makes Out with my Girlfriend 1
__Daddy would be real unhappy if he knew I was telling this story. None of my friends would believe me anyway, so what the hell…..
My daddy was having an affair with the lady down the street. Mom was having an affair with a guy at her work. They didn’t hide it much and I found out real easy. “Lynn, go to the park or something for a while.” mom or dad would say. I could see our house from the park and a guy or lady go in, stay for a while and then come out and leave.
The lady down the street’s daughter and I were best friends. Trina liked my daddy and we did a lot of talking about how she wanted to ’make out’ with him. She told me how my daddy would come in the back door and her mom would lock her out of the house to play in the back yard. She could go in the garage though, and that’s when she heard the noises.
“What kind of noises?” I ask. (“…sex noises..”) she said. Her moms bedroom was right above the garage and close to the vent duct she could hear my daddy and her mom having (sex). I didn’t believe her until she called me and said to ’come over quick’ to the side gate. She took me in the garage to listen.
She was right. I’d never heard my daddy groan- talk like that. I noticed Trina rubbing her pussy slightly as she listened. I was breathing hard my self. I had seen my daddy naked before and I pictured him naked and on top of Trina’s mom. Now I wanted to rub my pussy too. I was to embarrassed until Trina reached over and whispered: (“..rub right here..”)
She took my hand and put it on my own pussy. She took mine and her one finger and rubbed it right on my clit. That….felt real good. I liked her rubbing me. She took my other hand and put it over her clit. Now we were rubbing each other.
This was so exciting for me, I had never done this before. We kept going. We both had on our school uniforms with skirts. She went under my skirt and rubbed me over my panties. I did the same. Next she went down my panties and her finger was rubbing my bare pussy and clit. I followed and felt her wet pussy. We turned and faced each other with our eyes closed. We listened to my daddy and her mom make hot sexy noises, above us.
Every thing was changing in my life. I was having new feelings that were awesome. To hear my daddy and her mom have sex was effecting me in a new way, all over my body. Trina had heard them before, but for me…oh my god…this was so sexy, and now with her fingering me for the first time, I was trembling inside in an exciting way I never knew about. I found I too would love to be her mom and having my daddy have sex with me. I had only ever thought about that once before, and quickly stopped thinking about it, being so taboo and all.
He warm body against mine was my first time to have a girl touch me, and I liked it. To feel her all turned on as I felt her wet pussy was all new. Her breathing in my ear was even sexy. Then she whispered out of breath: (“…I wish your finger was your daddy rubbing on me. Put your finger inside me and rub your thumb on my clit.”…) I got a wave of good feelings when she said that. Both our fingers went inside us She held my finger and guided it in and out of my pussy.
I did the same to her very wet pussy. Our thumbs rubbed our clits a little faster. I imagined it was my daddy doing it. Something was building up inside of me as we both panted in our ears. Wow…I was excited with sneaking a mutual fingering of us. We could hear them over us moaning and groaning. Our hips started to rock together and them it happened. We orgasmed together. We both let out a tiny moans of our own. We squirmed and this new feeling took me over and I pressed my tits up against hers. Everything felt good and exciting. We just kept slow rubbing and savored the thrill we just had….
We later both planed a sleepover. Our thoughts were to have all night to play with our pussy’s and this was making us fantasize all kind of new things. Our naked bodies under the covers. Touching and feeling each other as our fingers repeated our mutual orgasms. I could hardly sleep that night. I fingered myself and imagined it was her and then my daddy doing it.
Friday night finally came and our sleepover. Mom was gone for the weekend, but daddy was home. When I told Trina that my daddy would be home tonight,….she gasp on the phone. She paused…… she whispered that she had a ’plan’ she would tell me later in person. I had a feeling what she had in mind. My mind was racing with all the thing that ’could’ happen with her and my daddy. She was bold and aggressive and my daddy already liked her a lot. I had seen Trina rub up against daddy before when she thought no one was looking. I could tell he liked it too.
I now had mixed feelings about her and my daddy getting together. Just maybe….if daddy made out with me…..he wouldn’t need to go over to Trina’s mom and stay home with me.
I felt my pussy getting wet with all the thoughts I was having, it felt good to rub it a little. I thought ….wouldn’t it be cool if my daddy made a sexual move on me. I would let him. We could make out when mom was not home. As I thought I put my hand inside my panties and I was really wet. I closed my eyes and leaned against my bedroom wall. I relived Trina’s finger in me and then on to my daddy doing it instead. I felt an orgasm building up in my pussy.
I took my thoughts further. My daddy’s finger was now his hardon going in and out of my pussy. Now the orgasm increased and was about to happen. I went for it and moaned out a little as I felt my daddy’s hard on in me. My hips jolted as my orgasm hit. It was the best one yet and took my breath away. My heart was beating so fast, I loved the feeling.
‘Ding dong‘, Trina was at the door. I watch from the top of the stairs as daddy answered it. She came in with her back pack. As soon as daddy shut the door, she was hugging him. He looked around to see if I was around. I stayed hidden. They both instantly started making out. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but I didn’t need too. They were feeling each others asses and he started kissing her. Mom was due home any minute. They did a quick feel up of each other and I saw my daddy feeling her titties. She in turn felt the front of his pants. I was in sexual shock, having never seen this before. I was jealous and excited all at the same time. My pussy pulsed as I watched. Oh how I wished that was me in daddy arms.
Mom called and said she had to go out of town? ….bullshit….we all knew better than that. Trina and I fixed dinner as I watch her eyeball daddy. Later she ask me to go in my bedroom and stay there and not come out. She wanted to ’talk’ with my daddy. I said: “No, you guys ’talk’ down stairs, I want to watch!” We giggled and she said ’ok’. She whispered: (“..I want to make out with him so bad, he has big fingers too!…”) I felt jealous but excited too. We now had on our night clothes and she pulled me close and felt my pussy. I felt hers too and said out of breath that tonight we were going to have so much fun in my bed. She nodded her head as I felt her finger go inside me.
For some strange reason….I felt like kissing her neck….so I did. She gasp and returned the kisses. This was a first for both of us and we just let it happen. Slowly we kissed our faces. Her warm breath was awesome. I loved it when she was all turned on. Our hands started feeling our bodies. I had never felt another girls titties before, but now I just went for it. We were bra- less and we started making out for the first time. She whispered: (“…later, I want to do a lot more, ok?..”) My heart jumped a beat as I nodded my head. We didn’t want to stop, but she wanted to go down stairs to sit with my daddy.
I was now going to watch a make out session with her and my daddy and then….I was going to make out with her that night. I think every thing on my body trembled.
I got on my knees and got in my hidden spot at the top of the stairs and waited. She must have told him, I wouldn’t be coming down so they wouldn’t be disturbed.
I watched them come and sit on the couch. I could see everything perfectly. Up stairs was all blacked out so they couldn’t see me. I felt my pussy wetness run down one leg. This was over the top in my body’s sex department. My tittie nipples even tingled.
Trina had on a shortie lavender robe. She turned and laid her head in daddy’s lap. She put her hand under daddy’s shirt and rubbed his chest. He played with her hair as she snuggled close to him. He started rubbing her back and soon his hand went to her front. I knew he was feeling her tits. She moved up and started kissing him. I could see her tongue going in his mouth. They were making out real hot like. I watched him slowly lay down with her on her back.
I so wished it was me.
He started kissing down to her tits. She was squirming slightly as she played with his hair. I saw him sucking and kissing her tits. My pussy was so wet watching, I began to rub it slightly. He opened her robe all the way and now was kissing his way down. Her knees came up and then put them wide open.
I had never seen a man do this to a girl,… live. It was making me so hot to watch. I found my fingers were rubbing my slit, up and down. I saw his head now between her legs and moving. I think he was licking her pussy. She was squirming more now and making these moaning sounds. I let one of my fingers slip inside my wet pussy. It felt so good to rub inside it. I was getting hot watching and had to take a quiet big breath.
Daddy sat up. He was licking her, because her pussy was all shiny and wet. Guys must like doing that. I wondered what it was like. Daddy pulled down his shorts and out came his hardon, my first to see. It was big and pink. Trina got on her knees and put her hand on it. She got closer as she began to stroke it. Daddy took her robe all the way off and felt her butt.
She got real close and kissed his hardon. Daddy began to feel her titties. She began to lick his hardon all over. Daddy guided her head to put her mouth over the end of his hardon. He moved her head up and down on it. He had her put both her hands on him and jack his hardon up and down.
I got a hot flash in my pussy as my finger went in and out. I spread my knees wide apart and took my other hands fingers and rubbed my clit. I wanted another one of those orgasms. I found out how to make it return by rubbing myself.
As I watched Trina suck on daddy’s hardon, my own orgasm was building up fast. I couldn’t dare make any noise but I wanted to moan so bad. I heard Trina moan real loud. Daddy now had his hand between her legs and fingering her pussy. She jumped. I saw white stuff coming out the sides of her mouth. She pull off as the white stuff was shooting out of my daddy’s hardon. He put her mouth back on it as more came out of her mouth. Daddy groaned as his fingers were going in and out of Trina’s pussy. She was fucking his fingers.
I lost control as the best orgasm came to me and made me squirm and shake. My fingers kept it going longer. I had to lay down on the rug and catch my breath.
My body trembled as I got up and quietly snuck back into my bedroom. I laid on my back and continued rubbing my warm wet pussy. The pictures of what I had just seen played thru my mind over and over.
I woke up to Trina crawling in bed with me….naked.
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The Island, Chapter 15

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.

When the Voyeur Decides to Play

My night started like any other night. I got up and put on my uniform, and put on my belt, where I added all the accessories, like my handcuffs, flashlight, my gun, and many others. I still feel a bit of pride when I put my badge on my front shirt.
Although I wasn’t by many peoples definition of a real police officer, I did have to go to police academy, where they taught me everything I needed to know about how to handle a possible dangerous situation, to how to preform first aid or CPR if need be. I had the ability to arrest people, but I would have to hold them in our tiny office cell till city officers came and picked them up.
However that never happens. Nothing ever happens on this side of the city. It almost makes me wonder why the people wanted patrol men to walk the streets while they slept. I guess it was just a sense of security, but they didn’t want security guards, that really weren’t trained, if something actually were to happen.
There is eight of us total, but four of us that walked a different section a night. We did twelve hour shifts, and worked every other weekend. Basically if I worked Monday and Tuesday, I would have Wednesday, and Thursday off, then work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. On the nights I had off the other four officers would work. Although we felt like glorified security guards, we still felt good about what we did, and knowing that we passed the academy, we could always apply to a police station.
On this night though, it started like every other night, but towards the end of my shift something great happened. Now I work from 7PM till 7AM, and it was about 4:30AM when I saw her. She was walking away from me, and was approximately fifty yards away. Now this community, doesn’t have a curfew, so people who live here can come and go as they please, but something told me to follow her. I maintained my distance from her, I couldn’t tell but she seemed nervous as she looked all around her, but she never noticed me. She stopped in front of some apartment buildings that were empty do to some remodeling.
This is where a saw the second person come out between the buildings, this person looked to be a short man, but from my distance I really couldn’t tell height. They saw each other and moved quickly to each other, as I watched them begin to make out with each other, I thought it was a couple of love birds who haven’t seen one another in some time.
That’s when I watched the girl I was following, drop to her knees and pull out the guys cock out of his pants. I admit I was very envious when I saw the length of this man. He had to have been about ten to twelve inches long. She began to suck his tip and licked up and down his shaft, she did this for a minute or two before standing back up, turned around and hiked up her skirt to reveal her bare ass, as the guy lined up his cock to her, I realized that they were exhibitionist. People who loved the thrill of having sex in public. They were in luck because I love to watch.
They picked a good spot that they believed they wouldn’t get caught, because her moans got very loud, so loud that I thought she was right next to me. Her screams of pleasure were intoxicating, and it had me pulling out my own cock to jerk off to the sight that was before me. When I heard her say to the guy to fuck her faster she was about cum I couldn’t hold back any longer and blasted my load all over the pavement. I had my eyes closed while I came down from my high and when I opened them, the girl was back on her knees licking his shaft clean from her juices. He was still pretty hard when they tucked it back into his pants, then they disappeared between the buildings.
I cleaned myself off, then finished my rounds. Over the next few weeks I couldn’t get the image of them out of my head. Questions kept popping into my mind like, was that their first time in public? Will they do it again? Will I be lucky enough to watch again? Will I be bold enough to get closer to see what they look like?
A few my questions did get answered, just not all at once. I did catch them in the act around the same time nearly a month later. This time she wasn’t as loud in her moans, but still hot as hell watching, and jerking off to them. Then the next time was about two weeks later and she was loud, like the first time I seen them.
One thing I did know though was, that they enjoyed their sexual fun on the nights I worked. I asked Dave the guy who worked my section on the nights I had off, if he had seen anyone in that area. He told me he doesn’t see anyone at all, though out the night.
So when I saw them again, instead of standing there watching, I decided I better end it, before they either get hurt, or someone else catches them and calls us to arrest them. Sense I didn’t want them to have a record for doing something they enjoy, not to mention if I were to get caught jerking off to them and losing my job. As much as I hated to do it, I walked right behind the guy as he was enjoying his blow job and tapped him on the shoulder.
He jumped sky high, I couldn’t blame him, getting caught in the act would scare the shit out of me too, but when he turned around it was I that was shocked. Here I was expecting to see a man and a woman who enjoys the thrill of the possibility of being caught, but instead I was looking at not one but two teenage girls.
Yeah I said it two teenage girls, count them ONE, TWO teenage girls. They couldn’t be older than fifteen. I couldn’t believe it. Their faces told the tale, that they were scared to death not turned on by the fact that they were caught. Then the sudden thought that I was jerking off to young teenage girls almost made me throw up. I never looked at girls that way, unless they were around my age, and I thought they were in their twenties.
“What are you girls doing out at this time of day?” I ask them letting them believe I didn’t know what they were doing.
“We… um… we… we were just… um… we were just on our way home.” Said the one that was wearing a strap on, with the fake cock that I was so envious of. She must have forgotten that she had it on.
“What’s your name?”
“Emily.”
“Well Emily, do you always walk home with a long fake cock sticking out of your pants? And what’s your name?” I asked looking at the other girl who still had spit dribbling down her chin.
“My name is Kelly.” She said as she wiped her chin.
“Look girls I am not stupid, I know what you two were doing, what I don’t know is why you are doing it outside. So why don’t your girls come with me and we will talk about to do with you.”
Kelly, and Emily looked at each other and followed me down the road a bit to a bench where I told them to sit.
“Emily I am sorry but can you take that off its really odd looking at you with a fake cock out of your pants.”
She looked over at her friend, then stood up, took off her pants, then stepped out of the strap on. As she got back into her pants I couldn’t help but look at the neatly trimmed hair above her pussy lips, that glistened in the street light above us. Emily sat back down and tucked the dildo between her, and Kelly.
“Thank you, now how old are you two?”
“Fourteen.” They both said in unison.
“You girls are fourteen!? What in high heavens are you two out in the wide open having sex, and not in a bedroom somewhere, I don’t know like one of your homes?”
They looked at each other and began to talk quietly to each other, but were arguing as well.
“Girls? You mind telling me why I found you out here?”
“Look.” Kelly started. “We have been friends for as far back as we can remember, and a few months ago we started to experiment with each other, ever since I found my sisters strap on, but we were caught by my parents a week later. Of course they flipped out then told Emily’s parents. They then said we couldn’t hang out anymore. So we still wanted to experiment, and have some fun, so one day at school about a month ago I heard that some apartment buildings were being remodeled, and I thought since no one will be in this area we can play and we wouldn’t be seen since we can’t do anything at our houses. We were fine up until tonight.”
I thought about what she had just told me. I could understand the need to experiment, and discover ones sexual appetite, I remember being a teen, but I believe I was at least sixteen when I started fooling around.
“Look girls, I know you two have to be embarrassed right now, and rightfully so. I can understand what you two are doing, but I have to tell you what you are doing in dangerous. What if a guy came up to you with a gun?”
“Um you have a gun.” Emily pointed out.
“You know what I meant. Look I am not going to call your parents, even though I should, but you two need to find a safer place that is indoors, because the next time I find you two out here doing that, I will call them. Do you girls understand?” They both nodded at me. “Good now go home girls.”
I watched them go their separate ways back to their homes, and I don’t know why but I watched Kelly and decided to click a picture of her as she walked away from me.
When I got home I kept beating myself up on the fact that those girls were fourteen, and that I jerked off to them. I guess that is why I really didn’t want to get their parents involved, I could just imagine how that conversation would have went.
“Hi yes parents of these really hot teenage girls, well I caught them fucking each other, oh but don’t worry I just whipped out my cock and jerked off while they did it.”
Then thoughts of reason started to run though my head. I mean I thought they were in their twenties from the distance I was at, I didn’t know they were too young. I did nothing wrong. I guess it was just the thought after knowing that made me sick to my stomach.
I then started undressing myself and put on a pair of faded sleep pants on, then I went into the kitchen to pre heat the oven. Only sad part of working twelve hour nights is when its time to eat after you get home is you want supper. So I took out a frozen pizza and placed it on the counter and waited for the oven to heat up.
I went back to the living room and sat in my chair, turned on the morning show. Then I picked up my cell phone and when I flipped it open there was the picture I took of Kelly as she was walking away from me. I still don’t know what prompted to take such a picture, but my mind started to drift to that first night I saw them, then the sight of Emily’s pussy as she took off the strap on and put her pants on. Her wetness glistening off the lights from the street, before I knew it I had blown my load in my hand. I didn’t even know I was jerking off. What was wrong with me? I now knew these girls were underage and I was still imagined them as if they weren’t. I then got up and washed my hands, by the time I had them dried, the oven beeped to let me know it was preheated.
Over the next few weeks things seemed to go back to normal, there wasn’t any sight of Emily and Kelly, and I seemed to have managed to stop thinking about them.
That was until one morning when I got home. I had just started to oven and changed into my pajama pants, when I heard a knock on my door. Since I don’t get many visitors on the days I work since my friends all have jobs during the day, I was kind of surprised to be answering the door at 8:30 in the morning.
There they stood in the hall of my apartment, both Emily and Kelly dressed in clothes like normal teen girls these day wear. Kelly’s hair pulled in a tight french braid, and Emily’s just pulled in a pony tail. In the better day light I was able to see that they both had beautiful blue eyes, but Emily’s were very bright, kind of hard stare into them.
“What can I do for you girls?” Was the only thing I could muster up to say.
They looked at each other as if they were unsure of what they wanted to say, or who was going to say it. It was Emily who finally broke the silence.
“We tried.” Is all she said.
“You tried what?” I responded.
“We tried to find some place where we can be together.”
“And how is this my problem?”
They looked at each other again then they both asked if they could come inside. I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed. As they sat down on my sofa, I couldn’t help myself in looking them up and down, be mesmerized in their beauty. Kelly was slightly taller than Emily and with her dark hair in the braid I could notice some blonde highlights though out it. Her blue eyes bounced out at you, because of her dark hair. With her wearing a tight tee shirt it showed off her perky breast, and flat stomach.
Emily had lighter hair color, and as with Kelly with her hair pulled tight in her pony tail showed off the same kind of blonde highlights. Her eyes were something else, like I said you couldn’t help but stare deeply into them. She had a cute little dimple in her left cheek that showed as she sat the nervously. Her shirt wasn’t as tight as Kelly’s but it did show off her slightly smaller breast. My eyes looked at her bare legs then up to her short jean shorts. I began to think back when I saw her lovely trimmed mound just a few weeks ago.
“Well girls, first of all how did you find where I lived?” I ask trying to relieve some tension in the room.
“We followed you after you got out of work.” Kelly answered.
” I have been home for over an hour, what took you so long to knock on my door?”
“Well we debated weather or not to even stay, but we really wanted to know something.” Kelly again answered.
I knew I was going to regret it but I was very curious, so I asked, “and what is it that you would like to know?”
Again they looked at each other, both of them motioning the other to say it with their eyes, then finally Emily rolled her eyes and spoke. “We were wondering if we can have sex here?”
I swear if I was drinking something I would have spat it out all over the place. To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. I had no idea how to respond to that.
“Okay, um well girls I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I mean I don’t even know if you two know my name.”
“Well what is your name?” Kelly asked.
“Mark, my name is Mark, and I still don’t think it would be a good idea, what would happen if we get caught?”
They both snickered. “We weren’t saying we should have sex with you, although Emily can’t stop talking about how much it turned her on being half naked in front of you.”
“KELLY!!!” Emily screamed in embarrassment, then buried her face into her hands. I couldn’t help but chuckle, which didn’t make matters any better.
“What’s wrong Emily? Its not like he didn’t see you half naked, you have a hot and sexy body, if you didn’t we wouldn’t be trying to fuck each other so much. You also keep say how much you want to see his cock too.”
I was beginning to see that Kelly was starting to relax, but I also believed it was at her friends expense by embarrassing her. Not only that, but I was uncomfortable with the situation I was in, however I hadn’t a clue how to get out of it. Also at that moment I realized I was beginning to get turned on by the conversation, and like a lot of guys I began to think with my dick, and not with my brain.
“So you girls want to fuck each other here while I watch, and jerk off, is that it?”
The look of shock that no hit Kelly was priceless, and Emily’s red face looked up from her hands with the same surprised look, like they couldn’t believe I just said that. I actually couldn’t believe it myself. Why would I say that? But what I did next was even worse, and that was I didn’t recant what I just said.
The silence was torture, I kept waiting for them to get up and walk out, and I wouldn’t blame them. Hell I should have ask them to leave, but they kept looking at each other then back at me, then Emily finally broke the silence.
“Well… we also been talking about… well… we were hoping that maybe… that maybe you… that maybe you would fuck us too.”
Now it was my turn to be surprised. How does one respond to something like that? I have never been in a situation where I had the opportunity to be in a threesome. The thought surely had me aroused, but they are half my age, and I could see my life crumble around me, as I would lose my job after I get arrested, then I would go to prison. Then I thought these girls were dying to be with each other so bad, that they snuck out of their homes to have sex in the open. Then they followed me home to see if I would fuck them, they would keep it secret.
I lost all sense of reason and stood up, and motion for them to stand also. I took a step towards them and put my arms around them and grabbed their asses. They looked at each other and smiled, as I leaned down to kiss first Kelly full on the lips, then Emily, but with her I lingered and slipped my tongue into her mouth to play with her tongue. I broke the kiss and pulled them closer to me and said, “why don’t we go to my bedroom.”
I walked them down the hall, and into my bedroom, where my queen sized bed was. As we were all finally inside I shut the door, and pulled Kelly to me. I kissed her again, and as our tongues met I slid my hand down her shorts to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and that she was completely shaved. As I moved my hand further down I felt her wetness, and moved my middle finger in between her folds and began to rub her clit. She moaned into my mouth her approval. I felt Emily drop to her knees and grab the waistband of my pajama pants. I had to stop her as I broke the kiss I had with Kelly.
“Girls not to disappoint you, but I am nowhere near as long as that strap on you girls have.”
“Good, because that thing really hurts, but its the only thing we have that we were able to practice with.” Kelly said, as she moved onto her knees to join Emily.
Both of them grabbed the waistband, and slowly pulled it down releasing my hard cock in front of their faces. They both smiled up at me, then at the same time stuck out their tongues and began to lick me like they were sharing a Popsicle. They would wrap their lips over my shaft, and work their way up to the head, where they would lick the sensitive underside of my cock head. Then they would release it and begin to make out with each other, before starting the whole process over again.
I will say this their fake cock sure did allow them to practice how to suck a real one, because this was by far the best blow job I ever had. Then again I never been sucked off by two sexy girls before, but if they continued, I wouldn’t last very long, so I lifted them both up, kissed them both, then pulling their shirts off.
There they stood in only their shorts and bra, I pulled them to me and turned them around so their backs were against my chest. I moved both of my hands over each one of their bodies. I watch their expressions as my hands played with their breast though their bras, then down each of their bellies, as I slid my hands into their shorts. Now I already knew Kelly wasn’t wearing any panties, but Emily was a more modest, and was wearing some cotton panties. I didn’t mind as my hand inched further down and I felt the wetness though her panties. Wow these girls were both extremely wet.
I pushed a finger inside Kelly, as I played with Emily’s clit though her panties. I listened to them moan for a moment before taking my hands out and bringing my finger to my mouth, to taste them for the first time. I could never describe the taste of a girls pussy, but these girls were sweet tasting.
I walked them over to the bed, where I sat them down on the edge and went for Kelly’s shorts first. As soon as her shorts were off I buried my tongue deep inside her. I swear she must have came right then as juices flowed from her and into my mouth, as she moaned extremely loud. I looked up to see that Emily had moved behind her friend. She had removed Kelly’s bra and was playing with her nipples.
I stood back up and lined my cock to the entrance of her pussy. Kelly looked up to Emily, who had her beautiful eyes locked on my cock as I slowly inched my way into Kelly’s tight hole. As soon as I was all the way in I began fucking her, slowly at first, then picking up steam as I went.
“Holy shit Em! His cock feels fucking amazing!” Kelly moaned out in between my thrust. I motioned Emily over to me. I pulled her to me, and as I fucked her friend, I undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. I then reached for her shorts and pushed them off of her, leaving her standing there in her blue cotton panties with a big wet spot in the crotch. I again played with her clit though her panties before hooking my fingers in the waist band, and pushing them down to the floor.
My lord Emily had the perfect body to me. Kelly’s body was hot, and her pussy was hot, and tight, but Emily had the kind of body that I could just stare at for hours, and I would probably cum without ever touching her.
I pulled Emily to me and kissed her, then had her sit on the edge of the bed as I slowly pulled my cock out of Kelly. Emily without missing a beat grabs my cock with Kelly’s juices all over it, and sticks it into her mouth, like she was thirsty my cock was only thing to drink in the world. She lapped her friends juices off of me, before looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of hers as if to beg me to fuck her now.
I gave her a wink, she smiled at me, a smile that brightened the room up, as she laid down and spread her legs for me. I stuck my finger in her for the first time and knew it was going to be a tight fit for my cock. I withdrew my finger, and replaced it with my cock. Emily’s face told the story as my the head of my cock entered her. The painful expression in between her smile was enough to pull out, so I wouldn’t hurt her anymore.
Emily must have sensed this, as she opened her eyes, and they locked onto mine as she said to me “Mark! Fuck me! I want you to fuck me hard!”
I didn’t need anymore begging from her, and pushed hard into her. She screamed out, and reached up and grabbed my neck to pull me to her, and she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I could taste Kelly’s juices lingering on her tongue. That’s when I got an idea.
I have watched a lot of porn but always thought it was hot when one of the girls would sit on the other girls face, while she was being fucked. I looked at Kelly, and it was as if she read my mind, and was already near Emily’s head. As soon as I able to pull away from Emily, Kelly sat her pussy right on Emily’s mouth.
I reached down with my right hand to Emily’s clit, and began to massage it with my thumb. I heard her moan into Kelly’s pussy, as Kelly rubbed herself on her friends face. I then reached with my left hand to pinch Kelly’s left nipple.
With everything that was happening in the room it seemed by some sort of miracle we all came at the same time. Kelly was shaking on top of Emily, and Emily’s pussy became even tighter, then I felt her juices surround my cock. As soon as I felt that I knew I had to pull out, as I withdrew came hard and fast with my first shot hitting Emily’s clit as I exited her. Kelly not missing a beat grabbed my cock and began jerking the rest of my seed over her friends belly.
I rolled over onto the bed as Kelly began licking my cum off Emily’s belly, then getting off to kiss her friend, and share my cum with her. After they were done, we all moved and laid down on my pillows, with one on each side of me.
“Girls that was amazing! I really hope you two will not tell anyone about this, I will lose everything, but hope you girls enjoyed it enough where you would want to come back for more.”
“Why would we say anything? Now we have a place where we can fuck each other, and a hot guy too!” Emily said giggling, as they both kissed me on the cheek, I felt myself drift off to sleep.

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All in the Family 3

Aunt Linda is really not ready to see her nephew openly masturbating his large erect cock within 15 minutes of her arrival to visit.

A Sister’s Lust

This story, is quite lengthy, and not all about sex. I understand that many people who come to the site like to read quick sex stories with not much backround or story, however this is not one of those stories, but I do hope you read it all and stick with it. (BTW it is not a pedo story, even though it starts off with a young girl. Don’t worry.)

A Brother’s Lust

Dan is resentful of his little sister for getting so much attention…but he’s giving her attention for very different reasons.

I Had No Choice 4.5

Christine goes to congratulate her coworker on the birth of his twins during lunch break, but gets an eyeful instead.

The Adventures of Samantha Part 0 – The Talk

I guess there was no way to know that I wasn’t a normal girl.
You see, I didn’t have a ton of interaction with people outside my family growing up. My mom, little sister Kellie and twin brother and sister Andrew and Hannah lived in a small farming town in Iowa. I know it doesn’t sound like a hell of a lot of fun, but again, I didn’t know much better. We lived in Chicago for the first few years of my life. My dad was a CEO of a large company and worked long, stressful days. He died when I was 5, shortly after the twins were born, of a sudden heart attack. I remember being confused as to where he went, and Mom being really sad and a lot of friends and relatives coming over, but other than that, not much. Soon afterwards, my mom moved to Iowa and bought the farm.
She homeschooled all 4 of her kids, since the one decent primary school in town was a Christian school and required regular attendance at church. We never went to church, so it was never an option. I never really asked why. So we were home schooled. In the winter, Mom put us through 12-hour school days so that in the spring and summer, we could focus more on tending the crops and studying independently. I never minded the system, but once I got to be older, I found it monotonous. I didn’t remember much about Chicago but I remember there were a lot more people around.
It was a hot day in July when I was helping Mom harvest the corn crop, and she surprised me.
“Samantha, how would you like to go to a real school?”
This caught me off guard. I HAD been thinking about it, but I never considered it to be a real possibility.
“Where?” I asked. There weren’t any high schools within a 45 minute drive, and Mom had the farm to take care of, not to mention a 13-year-old daughter and two 12-year olds.
“There’s a boarding school in Chicago called Rogers Prep. Your father went there. It just went co-ed a few years ago, so I’d think there are quite a few girls that go there now.”
This idea scared me. Going to Rogers would mean leaving the one place that I really ever knew. I wanted to go to a real school, but this would be a big step. On the other hand, it would be great to be in a place with people my age. Despite being only a year or two older, I did a lot of the work taking care of my younger siblings to help out Mom, so a lot of the time I had to be the bad guy to them. A lot of the time, it felt like me and Mom vs. my siblings.
“What would you do, Mom? Don’t you need help taking care of things around here?”
“Don’t worry about that. They’re all old enough to take some responsibility for themselves. I imagine they’ll all be at Rogers in a year or two anyways, and once that happens I’ll probably sell the farm and get a smaller place I can handle by myself.”
So just before my 15th birthday, Mom and I were making the 5 hour drive to Chicago to meet the dean at Rogers, and if he accepted me, I’d start school the next week. Normally I’d have to take an entrance exam, but I guess the dean was an old friend of Dad’s, and agreed to let me in as long as I demonstrated the knowledge that was needed to succeed at Rogers.
We arrived on campus and it was beyond anything I imagined. The city was so lively; I saw more people in the first 10 seconds than I had my entire life in Iowa. The grass was green, the autumn flowers were blooming, and there were students everywhere. Walking from the car to the dean’s office, I couldn’t help but stare at some of them. Tall, muscular boys, short, skinny girls, some white, some black, some with dark hair, some with blonde hair, one or two with red hair.
We arrived at the dean’s office and were greeted by a 20-something, gorgeous woman. She gave me a toothy smile and her lips moved, but I wasn’t listening. My eyes moved from her hair to her full cheeks to her pouty lips, down to her blouse that showed just a small bit of cleavage. Her boobs weren’t huge, but they were significantly larger than mine, and just had some kind of life to them.
“Samantha?” I heard Mom say.
“Oh, um, sorry?”
“The receptionist smiled again. “I asked if you need anything before your interview? Dean Matthews will be ready for you in 10 minutes or so.”
“Oh, actually, could I just use the restroom? It’s been a long drive.”
“Sure thing, it’s down the hall on your left.”
I nodded and went down the hall to the bathroom. I had a funny feeling in my belly that I’d never felt before. I decided to splash some water in my face to compose myself. I took a look in the mirror. I by no means was bad looking, but I couldn’t compare to the receptionist out front. My hair was naturally straight, halfway down my back and dark brown, almost black. I stood about 5’3”. My tits were an A-cup. I never really cared about their size until I saw the receptionist outside. I didn’t want giant boobs, I just hoped they’d fill out a little bit more. I was toned due to all the farm work i’d done over the years. I especially liked my legs; they looked and felt strong and powerful.
I stared in the mirror, trying to fix my hair. I didn’t love my hair, it was sort of dull. Most of the time I didn’t care, but I didn’t want to look dull in an interview. There wasn’t much I could do about it. I sat down to use the bathroom. I found myself wishing I had red hair like the receptionist. How much more interesting I’d be. I was otherwise average looking, but some interesting hair would make me feel a little bit better about myself.
Realizing I’d been in here about 10 minutes, I quickly washed my hands and returned to the front desk. A man in his 50s wearing a brown suit was already there, chatting with Mom. I guess they must have met once or twice when Dad was still alive.
“Ah, you must be Samantha! I haven’t seen you since you were just a baby. How are you? I’m excited you decided to join us here at Rogers. I’m sure you’ll fit in nicely. Come in, come in, we’ll have a little chat.” He said it all very fast.
“Alright, great, nice to meet you too, sir.” I followed him into his office. On the way in, I caught my mom’s eye. She had one eyebrow raised and was smirking. I didn’t have time to ask what was going on.
The interview itself was not much of an interview. Dean Matthews did most of the talking himself. I smiled and nodded and said a word here or there, but after about 20 minutes, he told me that I’d be a welcome addition to the school and that he’d already set up boarding arrangements for me.
“You’ll have a room by yourself, most of the freshmen live with roommates but your mother tells me you are already adept at algebra, geometry, biology, and writing, so she asked that we accelerate your schooling a bit. You’ll essentially be starting as a Sophomore, and no one has roommates here after Freshman year.”
This was kind of a relief, I wanted to meet people but the idea of sharing every intimate detail of my life with a complete and random stranger was a bit unnerving. I smiled and accepted, and he sent me on my way.
“Go to Holmes Hall and talk to the Housemaster there. He’ll show you to your room.” He smiled and opened the door to his office. “Good luck. I know you’ll love it here”.
I was smiling as I left the office with Mom. We walked over to Holmes as I told my mom everything about the interview. Once we arrived, the Housemaster showed me to my room, unlocked the door, and handed me the key. “This is you, feel free to let me know if there’s anything you need.”
Mom and I entered the room and looked around. It was a fairly big dorm room , with two windows and a double bed in the corner, a desk against the wall, and a large dresser. On the desk sat a brand new laptop laser-etched with my name below the logo.
“Oooh, cool!” I nearly screamed. The only computer I’d ever known must have been built in 1998. We never needed anything newer, and I never experienced anything faster than dialup internet.
“All incoming students get one.” My mom smiled. “Nice hair, by the way.”
I turned to my mother, “Oh no, is something wrong with it?”
“Well, it’s red. About the same color as the young lady you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of earlier.”
I didn’t really understand. I walked over to the mirror over the dresser and my jaw dropped. My hair, normally a deep brown, was a shocking shade of red. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “What?? Oh my god, how did this happen?”
My mom just smiled. “Samantha, I was going to have this talk to with you today, but you seem to have beat me to the punch.”
I was confused. “What? What talk? What are you talking about?”
“Sam, this is going to seem absurd to you, but I’m 100% serious here. She sat me down on the bed. You and I and your brother and sisters are not normal human beings. In fact, we’re not human beings at all.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Did my Mom just tell me that neither of us are human?
“We are an organism from a faraway solar system. My grandmother and a few dozen others were sent here to inhabit this planet, and, within a few hundred years, the majority of the Earth will be our kind. Our job is to spread the race.”
This did not exactly register to me. I sat there with a dumb look on my face, half expecting Mom to yell “psych!” at any moment. She didn’t, but instead, she continued.
“Like I said, I was going to tell you today, but it seems you beat me to it. In case you haven’t realized, we have the ability to change our appearance at will. This gives us an obvious evolutionary advantage, since it’ll be easier to find compatible mates.”
I still could not believe her. “If you can change your appearance, why haven’t I been able to my whole life? Why do you look the same?”
“Well,” she said, “you don’t get the ability until you’re ready to reproduce. But I don’t want you worrying about that yet. You’re here to get an education. As for me, well, I kept the same basic appearance to keep everything under wraps, but let me ask you, do I look like a 50-year old woman?”
I could not say that she did, in fact, she didn’t look a day over 29. Her skin was smooth, her boobs were firm, and her hair was as black as always. “I guess not,” I conceded.
“It’s because I have control over my appearance. I’ll look this way until it’s no longer believable that I’m actually 50. Even then, living on a farm with no steady visitors lets me look as young as I want.” She smiled. “You’re still skeptical. Tell me, what else do you wish you could change about yourself?”
I thought about this. “Well, I wish my boobs were a bit bigger.”
“Of course you do. Our kind don’t develop fully after puberty. That way we can choose what we look like without alarming people. I’m actually surprised you haven’t changed those yet.” She laughed to herself.” Try picturing yourself with bigger boobs, then.”
I did. Instantly, I felt my chest growing outward. The clasp of my bra snapped off and my tits filled my shirt, straining against the fabric. I gasped.
“Whoa now,” my mom laughed. “Don’t go too crazy! You’re not going to be able to keep the boys away.”
I imagined myself with my normal A-cups and watched as they deflated back to normal. “Still don’t believe?” my mom asked.
“I guess I do… this is all insane. Wow” I kept pinching myself, figuring this was a dream.
“Now Sam, this is obviously a very powerful ability. But there are rules. Number one, you must keep this a secret.. This means no changing in front of them. The last thing we want is for you to be whisked away to some government lab for study. The second thing is, don’t change into the form of another known person, particularly if this human is in the area or a celebrity. We don’t want people accidentally seeing double visions of themselves or thinking they saw Lindsay Lohan when they really didn’t, because thats when suspicions arise. Third, and most importantly, you must stay relatively the same form whenever you’re doing day-to-day activities around people who see you often. That means you can’t show up to class as a 6’2, black girl one day and a 4’11 Asian girl the next. Does that make sense?”
I nodded, still refusing to believe what I was hearing.
“So your first task is to find a form you like. This will be your regular form, that you’ll wear most of the time. You can get taller or shorter or grow your boobs and such slowly and over time, but make it seem natural. The next step is to learn to be comfortable in that form. After that, you can change your size, height, hair color, skin color, you name it.”
“And this is all so I can have babies? That’s the purpose of my life?”
“Oh, no, of course not.” Mom said. You can live your life relatively normally. You can have fun changing your form. But I don’t want you to worry about reproduction let. If you do find yourself in that situation, just know that you won’t get pregnant unless you absolutely, positively want to, deep down. You can practice finding mates, but I think reproduction can wait, don’t you?”
“Agreed,” I said. I guess this was my form of the sex talk; I never got a proper one on my farm in Iowa.
“It’s running late, let’s get your things so I can get back,” Mom said, smiling at me.
Once Mom left and I organized everything, I collapsed back on the bed. What a day! I fully expected to wake up in my bed in Iowa tomorrow to find I had a horrible fever or something. I dozed off, and after an hour or so woke up, still at Rogers. I decided to go down to the mess hall to get some dinner; I realized I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I nearly forgot I’d need to decide on a form before I mingled with other people at the school. Such a high-pressure choice! I figured three people had already seen me; two of them I’d certainly see again, so I couldn’t change myself too much. I decided to go with chestnut hair, just below my shoulders, and full B-cup tits. I liked the size, they fit in my hands when I cupped them and they weren’t noticeably bigger than my real tits. I figured I looked approachable yet very attractive. I was happy with my new body but I wanted to try some new things. I pictured myself with big, firm D-cup tits. Sure enough, my jest grew outward. I caught myself this time and pulled my blouse off.I wasn’t expecting the weight difference and it surprised me. I stood there with my D-cups pressing against my A-cup bra which was open in the back from when I busted it earlier. The bra concealed my nipples but not much else. I removed the bra. My nipples were still dime-sized, so I imagined quarter-sized nipples on myself and sure enough they appeared. I tugged at one of them, sending a shiver down my spine.
I decided to keep going farther with this. I stripped completely naked, knowing my plan would ruin whatever clothes I had on. I imagined a supermodel I had seen, with an hourglass figure, dirty blonde hair, a perky butt, and huge tits. She must have been almost 6 feet, with long, strong legs. I imagined myself becoming her, or something like that. The sudden changes happening in my body sent me stumbling back toward my bed. I was growing about an inch a second, my tits were inflating yet again, and I could feel my butt growing. Once it stopped, I clumsily stood up and walked to the mirror. I was indeed about 6 inches taller, and was a complete bombshell. I couldn’t stop staring at my “self” in the mirror. I explored my tits, fingering at my nipples, which sent a surge of electricity down to my pussy, which still had a thin triangle of hair above it. I found my hand sliding down to it and touching it, and feeling a wetness. My finger slid past my clit and I shuddered. I was staring at myself, admiring my beauty. I found that spot again, and i realized that this was where I should focus. Without moving from the mirror, I watched this supermodel figure in the mirror playing with herself. I slid a finger from my left hand to my opening and inserted a long finger as I continued to tease my clit. I moaned loudly. This was AMAZING! Finally, after a few minutes of increasingly faster teasing and fingering, I felt a crash of pleasure hit me. I screamed, my knees gave out, and i fell to the floor, still going at it with myself. Just as the pleasure subsided I heard a knock on the door.
“Hello? Is everything alright in there?” a male voice called. Panicking, I changed myself back to the 5’3, auburn haired, B-cup form I created for myself earlier and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. I opened the door slightly to see a short but muscular 17-year old boy.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you but I heard screams from this room and I thought it was empty. I’m Mark by the way. “ He reached out to shake my hand. “Samantha” I said. I shook his hand, but didn’t realize my juices were still all over it until it was too late. He didn’t seem to notice.
“I’ll leave you to it, but let me know if you want me to show you around sometime,” Mark smiled.” I’m just across the hall.”
“Alright,” I said, just anxious to get out of this horribly awkward situation. “See you around”. I closed the door and looked through the peep hole at him walking back to his room. I saw him sniff his own hand and look back at the door. He smiled and entered his room.

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His best mate’s mum

He first felt horny looking at Angie when he was about fourteen. Their back garden met the side of Josh’s, round behind the garage. He would stand at the fence talking to Deano during the summer holidays when his mum would come outside in a skimpy bikini and sunbathe where Josh could see her. He was sure she wasn’t doing it to deliberately make a fourteen-year-old boy feel horny, but that was the effect she had on him anyway.

The Island, Chapter 26

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.

Jane’s Day

Jane huffed at the reflection.
“Nothing looks good!” she wailed at the image of herself. Summer started to show itself and Jane wanted to show off. Eleventh grade was a good year for her; her body had finally started to fill into a woman’s figure. A perky B-cup replaced her androgynous flat chest and her jeans clung nicely to her now firm, curvaceous butt. All Jane needed was the clothes to show them off to their fullest but she couldn’t decide what looked best.
With a loud, huffing sigh she slipped into a boring, white Tee and simple jeans and looked at herself. Her dark pink nipples showed lightly through the thin shirt and served as a reminder to put on the new bras she was now required to wear. She remembered the first time she went to school without one; the boys stared and drooled but a few girls called her a slut. She liked the attention but didn’t like being called a slut. A loud noise rumbled from outside, Jane looked out and saw the bus.
“Oh damn!” She grabbed her backpack and raced out the door. The bus driver gave her a stern look as she climbed the steps, out of breath. Jane took her regular seat near the back beside her best friend Heather. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath; Heather looked at her and laughed.
“Trying to show off again?” Jane looked at her and saw her pointing towards her chest; stiff pert nipples pressed against the fabric.
“Damn it! I didn’t put on my bra! Did you bring a jacket?” Heather shook her head and grinned.
“You did say you wanted to show off more.”
“Yeah but not this much, remember last time?” Jane slipped her backpack around her and covered her chest.
“Hopefully nobody notices.”
“I noticed.” Heather smiled.
“But you’re sitting next to me and I was breathing heavy…”
“That and your nipples are sticking out.” She jokingly poked her friends boob and Jane jumped slightly.
“Stop it! Don’t draw attention to them.” Heather gave a hurtful pout that turned into a sly grin. Her hands reached around her friend’s chest and cupped the firm breasts.
“You mean, don’t draw attention to these wonderful braless boobs?” Heather’s voice rose with an inflection. Jane pushed her away as people started to look at the two.
“Damn it Heather, why did you do that?!” Jane whispered with an edge in her voice and a flush on her face. Her friend continued to laugh, only able to slip a few words between fits.
“Because, it was funny. You’re so red!” A flush rose in Jane’s cheeks again.
The bus pulled into the bus loop and began to let the students off. Jane stood up and squeezed her backpack to her chest. They filed out the door and into the bright, warm morning. Students crowded around the entrance to the school or hung out around the picnic tables. The backpack grew heavy in Jane’s arms and she reluctantly slid it back on.
“The bell is going to ring soon, Heather.” She reminded her friend as she started to walk towards the tables.
“I know, but I want to talk to someone! I’m not going to be late!” Heather walked away before Jane could protest.
She looked down at her shirt. The outline of her nipples was so clear. She began to think about all the boys staring at her and it made her shiver. She liked the attention but she didn’t like being called names. Her nipples stiffened at the thought of every boy staring at her.
“Damn it.” She whispered and tried to cover herself as she started towards the door. Jane arrived at her first period class without problems. She sat at her desk and filled out some homework problems she was meant to do two days ago. Her concentration broke when Kevin walked over to her.
“Hey Jane, did you have a good weekend?” he asked, awkwardly. Jane looked up but kept her arms close to her chest.
“Yeah it was okay. Nothing special happened. Did you?” Jane knew Kevin liked her. A wicked thought came to her, she relaxed her arms. She wanted to tease him.
“I bought a new video game which was cool. Do you play any games?” Kevin glanced down as Jane’s arms moved. His eyes fell onto the outlines of her nipples.
“I’ve played a few, Heather likes video games more than me but I’ll play when I’m at her house. “ She saw his glance. Adrenaline made her want to go further. Jane reached behind with both arms to grab a text book from her backpack on the chair. Her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt. Taut fabric revealed her hardening nipples.
“That’s cool. Did you have a favorite?” Kevin managed to choke out as he noticed she had no bra. Jane smiled at his obvious peeks.
“There was a shooting one I played. Heather beat me pretty bad but it was fun. “Her smile widened as she saw the bulge begin to form in his jeans. She winked at Kevin as he walked away to take his seat when the bell rang.
Heather rushed through the door after the bell finished ringing and took her seat next to Jane. Their teacher stared daggers at her.
“Heather, this is the third time you’ve been late to class. If it happens again, I will write you up.” Heather apologized and began to unpack.
“Now class today will be group work day. So pick a partner and get to work.” The girls turned towards each other immediately.
“I guess she doesn’t want to teach today.” Heather shrugged.
“Good, I wanted to talk. Why were you late this time?”
“Just talking to someone, I might have a date this weekend!”
“This weekend? What about our girls’ night this Friday?” Jane asked sadly.
“Don’t worry. We’re still going to have it. I promise.” Heather grabbed the text book and passed the papers to Jane.
“I’ll search for the answers, you write them down okay?”
“All right. I still don’t know how you have such terrible handwriting for a girl.” Heather just shrugged.
“I see you’re still showing off.” She pointed at Jane’s chest with the end of her pencil. Jane blushed a dark red.
“Kevin came over and started talking to me. I gave him a show.” She smiled coyly. Heather smirked.
“Lucky him. I thought you were worried about the attention?”
“I still am, but there’s no reason I can’t have a bit of fun, right?”
“Right!” Heather winked at her friend.
“We should get this done Jane. I don’t want to have to take it home for homework.” The two worked through the period and finished their assignment.
“I’ll see you at lunch, Jane!” And before she could respond Heather was out the door.
Jane stood up and walked towards the door. Kevin walked in front of her and stopped her.
“Hey Jane, I know this is weird and all but would you like to go out sometime? It’s okay if you say no, I understand.” He looked away and waited for her answer. Jane could see how nervous he was.
“I don’t know Kevin, maybe? I’m busy this weekend but maybe we could do something today?” Jane figured she’d give him a chance. He wasn’t bad looking; he was just a bit nerdy.
“Wow really? Okay. I’ll see you after school.” Kevin walked away surprised as Jane made her way out the door and down the halls.
The next two periods went by without much excitement. Jane only caught a few boys taking peeks at her unsupported rack. The bell rang to signal the last lunch and Jane pushed her way into the crowded halls that flowed in and out of the cafeteria. She saw Heather waiting at their regular table by the windows.
“Hey Heather, I’m not really hungry are you?”
“I’ve already eaten. I got here before the crowd and hit the express line” Jane glanced over at the line separated from the rest of the large crowds.
“I think I’ll do that too.” She returned with a chicken sandwich and bottle of milk. Heather looked at her expectantly.
“What?”
“What do you mean what? Tell me about Kevin!”
“It was nothing. I just did this.” She stretched her arms back behind her head again, her pert breasts pushed against her shirt. Heather’s eyes fixated on her friend. She watched intensely.
“And then my nipples started to get hard so I stopped before I made him blow.” She laughed then began to eat her sandwich.
“You really gave him a show.”
“Yeah, and we’re hanging out after school today. Maybe I’ll show him some more.” Jane winked at Heather. The girls laughed.
“Oh Heather! You never told me who you might be going on a date with this weekend!”
“Oh it’s nobody you’d know.”
“Well tell me his name I might know them!”
“No you wouldn’t, they’re new to town.”
“Oh, want me to meet him? Make sure he isn’t a creep and all that.”
“No it’s fine, thanks though. So where are you and Kevin going to go?”
“I don’t know. It was kind of spur of the moment. Do you think he’s cute?”
“He’s okay, a big nerd though.”
“Not that big, you play video games too.”
“Yeah, but I’m a girl.” The two girls laughed again as Jane finished her food.
“The bell is going to ring soon. I’m meeting Kevin right after school so I’ll see you tomorrow, Heather!”
Jane got up as the bell rang. She filed behind other students waiting to get to the trashcan near the exit. She looked down the line of people and saw Kevin. She waved him over.
“Hey Kevin, we never decided where to meet at.”
“Well we can meet at the front of the school and walk somewhere if that’s cool with you.” Jane smiled at his awkward way of getting approval for their plans.
“Sure, that sounds great. I’ll meet you there.”
Time ticked by as Jane waited for the classes to end. Nobody else paid her any attention which upset her some. The final bell finally rang and Jane eagerly pushed her way through the throng of students trying to make it to the bus. She saw Heather talking to a girl she didn’t know but didn’t have time to stop and talk to them. A final push exited her into the bright day. She saw Kevin standing near the road. This time he waved and she came over.
“Hey Kevin! Ready to go?” She smiled at him.
“Yeah. Where uh, do you want to go?” He asked, timidly.
“Anywhere is fine. I didn’t have a big lunch so I could use some food.”
“There’s the pizza place up the road, they also have some arcade games or we could go to the movies.”
“Pizza sounds really good, and maybe you can show me how good you are with your hands.” She winked at him, causing him to blush slightly.
The two walked down the sidewalk of the busy main street mostly in silence. Jane decided to start the conversation.
“So, why’d you want to ask me out?” She asked him bluntly. He looked at her nervously.
“Well, I think you’re pretty and nice.” He trailed off. Jane smiled at him.
“Oh, so it wasn’t the show I put on for you in first period this morning huh?” She nearly tripped him with the question.
“No, no! I wanted to ask you before; I just never had the nerve.” She laughed at his flustered answer. The two walked into the cool, dark pizza place. The hostess greeted and sat them quickly.
“This place is nice. I’ve been here before, the pizza is really good. They use a lot of sauce on it.” Jane said as she toyed with the salt shaker that sat on the table.
“Yeah, it’s really good. And you can play the arcade games while you wait for your order.” Jane gave him a scolding look.
“Oh, rather play video games than talk to me huh?” She teased.
“Not at all, I was just saying it’s nice to have that option when I’m here with other people.” Their pizza arrived not long after they ordered it and the two ate in mostly silence.
“Did you finish the work in first period?” Jane asked between slices.
“Yeah it was easy. My partner stuck me with all the writing though.”
“Yeah Heather does that to me too.” The two laughed over their shared ‘misfortune’. In their laughter, Jane’s pizza dripped a glob of sauce onto her shirt.
“Damn!” She reached for a napkin and began to wipe off the sauce. The warm sauce and her rubbing started to make her nipples hard. The sauce made her shirt slightly see through where it landed. Kevin noticed and tried to not stare.
“I see you looking at me Kevin.” She teased. Jane made a sultry face.
“Want to see more?” She said lustily. Kevin stared at her with his mouth agape and she began to laugh.
“You can already see enough!” Jane looked at her nipples poking out underneath her shirt. Kevin made glances when he thought she wouldn’t notice. She loved his attention. She wanted more of it. An idea began to form in her head.
“Let’s go Kevin, time for me to pick a spot to hang out.” They paid their tab and headed out. Jane led the way, she pulled Kevin along.
“Here we are!” She announced. Kevin looked around at the bleak area.
“We’re just under the bridge.” He said. Jane laughed at his obvious statement.
“That’s not what I wanted you to see.” She stepped behind him and raised her shirt. Kevin turned to follow but was greeted with a pair of breasts.
“I thought I teased you enough, I figured I’d let you see them.” Jane’s heart raced. She giggled and pulled her shirt back down.
“Did you like them?” She asked, more shy than before.
“Yeah. Can I see them again?” Kevin asked. His bold request shocked Jane but she lifted her shirt slowly and revealed the pert globes underneath.
“There…” She said quietly. “You can touch them if you want.” Kevin’s arm stretched out, his hand pressed roughly against her chest. Her heart nearly stopped as she felt his hand cup her breast.
“Gently please…” She cooed and bit her lip. Her face flushed and heat radiated between her legs. His thumb came up and touched her nipple. Jane almost purred in delight at his touch.
“That feels good, Kevin.” His other hand came up and cut off her sentence as he touched her other nipple. She let him play for a few minutes then pulled her shirt down. Her breaths came out in ragged spurts. Kevin looked at her, a bulge strained against the front of his jeans.
“Can I see yours?” She asked; her voice thick with lust.
“I don’t have boobs.” he replied dumbly which elicited a laugh from Jane.
“No, your thing. Your dick.” Kevin looked at her wide-eyed. He nodded slowly and undid his jeans. Six hard inches of cock sprang out into the open. Jane gasped lightly as she saw it. Her hand extended down towards it and hesitated inches away.
“Can I touch it?” She asked coyly. Kevin only nodded. Her hand wrapped around the head and shaft of his cock. She began to twist it gently.
“Damn Jane that feels great.” He groaned. Jane began to stroke his throbbing cock.
“It’s so soft, yet firm. And it’s hot.” She stroked him faster. Her pussy began to drip. Lust took control.
“Touch me.” She said as she grabbed his hand and placed it at the crotch of her jeans. She moved his hand to show him how to stroke her. Jane lifted her shirt to show him her breasts as she began to pump his cock. Kevin’s other hand reached up and started to play with her nipple.
He groaned as she worked his cock. Jane gasped loudly as his fingers dug into her. Her dripping cunt moistened the front of her panties. She reached down and undid her jeans.
“Kevin, make me cum.” She pleaded as she pushed his hand into her wet panties. His fingers made contact with her slick slit and clit.
“You’re so wet.” He exclaimed as he traced the lips of her pussy. Jane moaned loudly as his fingers pressed against her clit.
“Oh god Kevin right there.” She begged. Her hips bucked to meet his hand. The grip she had on his cock tightened. Jane leaned in and kissed Kevin. Their tongues found each other immediately.
Kevin slid his middle finger into her drenched cunt. The satisfying schlick resounded off the bridge as he began to pump into her. His balls began to churn and he knew he was close.
“I’m going to cum.” He said as his cock erupted. Cum coated Jane’s hand. The hot goo that covered her fingers sent her over the edge. She gasped and moaned as her pussy contracted around the intruding finger. Her orgasm tore through her body and sent shivers down her spine. Jane leaned against Kevin and tried to catch her breath.
Jane pulled back. She raised her hand up and looked at Kevin.
“You made a mess.” She teased. Kevin looked at his own hand.
“So did you.” Droplets of girl cum coated Kevin’s hand.
Jane grabbed his hand. She took his finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. Her juice tasted sweet. She loved it. Jane wanted to taste his cum. She raised her hand in front of her and began to lick the thick goo off of her hand.
“Mmm” She moaned at Kevin as she swallowed the load from her fingers.
“That was great.” Jane looked at Kevin and hoped he felt the same.
“Yeah it was.” He said as he tried to compose himself.
“Did you want to hang out again sometime?”
“Sure, maybe next time we can do more.” Jane replied with a wink
The two cleaned themselves up as best as they could and began to walk back. They parted ways at the school. Jane walked towards her home until she saw Heather at the convenience store. She raced over to her and surprised her friend.
“Heather! I have so much to tell you at our sleep over!”

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The New Teacher

Mr. Cunningham starts his new job at an all-girl private school, and finds that some girls have something other than education on their minds.

6 Stages of Guilt

Introduction: I wrote this story a while ago for a friend, and she liked it so much, she posted it. I have decided to write some more, so I am re-posting this story under my name, with a couple adjustments and the appropriate tags. I am interested in useful comments and seeing how it’s rated, so please feel free. THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION, INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY. IT DEPICTS SEX BETWEEN AYOUNG GIRL AND HER FATHER. IF THAT OFFENDS YOUR SENSIBILITIES, I’M SORRY, THAT CERTAINLY ISN’T MY INTENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE OR ENDORSE ANY OF THE ACTIVITIES DETAILED IN THIS STORY, SOME OF WHICH MAY BE ILLEGAL IN CERTAIN JURISDICTIONS. INDEED, THE AUTHOR UTTERLY CONDEMNS ANY FORM OF ACTUAL ABUSE – PHYSICAL, SEXUAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL AND/OR EMOTIONAL – TO ANY PERSON OF ANY AGE. NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES AND INCIDENTS ARE FROM THE AUTHOR’S WARPED IMAGINATION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL EVENTS, OR LOCALES OR PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.

Rachel’s Shaved Pussy Pt. 2

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