Hi there. Finally I had some free time to write the second part of this story. This story will contain incest. If anybody does not like this or does not want to read about it please read something else. Now have fun and enjoy it.
Dan (Daniella) starts at university and discovers that she is both an exhibitionist and a submissive.
Not your typical incest story…Mia loves her uncle Josh, but it’s not so easy to seduce an honest man
I had not seen my cousin, Fran, in some time so I was eagerly looking forward to visiting her in Ottawa on my vacation. We were born three months apart and were closer than a lot of brothers and sisters I knew. We could tell each other anything without fear of judgment. Even though she was really a second cousin once removed, or something like that, I felt a bit uncomfortable when I realized how physically attracted I was to her.
Fran developed a gorgeous figure as a sixteen-year-old. As little kids, our mothers used to bathe us together; as a teenager, she would grab a t-shirt or towel for cover if I happened by as she was sunbathing in her bathing suit. She had full firm tits, a slim waist and long lithe legs, and the biggest brown eyes I had ever seen. She was the focal point of many a jerk-off session. But that remained a carefully guarded secret.
Fran met me at the train station. The last time I saw her, she was a foxy 22 year-old. Now she was a magnificent 27. She wore a short blue skirt, just tight enough to make me a bit uncomfortable, and an oversized white shirt cinched at the waist with a belt. Her auburn hair was back in a pony tail and she looked very demur in her glasses. Although a stunner, Fran declined to show off her figure too much.
She smiled as she threw her arms around me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I tentatively wrapped my arms around her, afraid I might squeeze to hard for propriety’s sake.
“How are you, Jon?” she asked, as we headed for her car. “Just fine,” I answered, hoping the hard-on she’d just given me would dissipate. “It’s good to see you, Fran.”
“Good to see you, too, Jon. What would you like to do while you’re in town? I have some things you might be interested in,” she said. Was than grin just a bit mischievous or was it just wishful thinking?
“I’d really just like to take it easy,” I responded. “Well, you must be hungry after that trip. Why don’t we go back to the apartment to freshen up and then I’ll take you out to dinner at Barbara’s place.” Barbara had been Fran’s roommate until recently. A pretty redhead, she was the manager at one of the city’s nicer restaurants.
“That sounds good, Fran, although you look pretty fresh to me.” She blushed at that as we loaded her car and drove off.
Fran had a one-bedroom flat on the twenty-third floor of f fancy apartment. The view of downtown Ottawa, with it’s mixture of old and new architecture, was magnificent. I showered and shaved and tossed on some comfy-casual stuff. At an even 6 feet and 170 pounds, I was confident about my appearance, yet I always felt somewhat awkward when we were together.
Fran was changing in the bedroom. “There’s wine in the fridge,” she called from behind the closed door. “Help yourself.”
“What about you?” I asked.
“I’ve got mine, she replied. Fran was not what you would call a good drinker. She got a bit giddy and flirty. In the past I might have been uneasy with that, but for some reason I felt tonight might just be different.
I took my drink and stepped onto the balcony. The late summer’s sun was starting to descend and a warm breeze passed. I turned and there was Fran! She was clad in a pale blue bra and panty set. I felt myself blush and immediately turned my head. I expected her to scream, but apparently she couldn’t see me.
The lingerie accentuated what seemed to be an all-over tan. Her firm tits bulged around the skimpy bra and the panties were cut quite high on the leg, revealing much of her lovely ass. I peeked back at her, feeling my balls twitch, as I watched her adjust her garments. God, what a beauty!
Fran reached for a bottle of lotion and poured some into her hands. She rubbed lightly starting at her ankles and slowly working her way up those stunning legs. As she approached her upper thighs she slowed down and reached for her wine. She threw back a healthy gulp and continued to massage her legs. She kneaded the lotion on her hips and gently on her inner thighs. Her fingers made little circles on her soft skin then moved on to her taut stomach as she closed her eyes. I reached into my trousers to rearrange my cock as she began to gently caress her tits. She unfastened the front clasp of the bra and they tumbled forward, pushing out of their confinement.
Fran dipped her finger into the wine and traced her half- dollar aureoles on each breast. I watched with great appreciation as her nipples became erect before my eyes.
Suddenly, Fran’s hand dropped back to her panties, pulling it aside to reach her now-wet pussy. I was amazed as she bent her neck to suck on one full tit, while her other hand furiously massaged her cunt. I was afraid I’d cum in my pants but kept watching as Fran shuddered her way to a quick climax.
As she came down, Fran calmly rearranged her undies and slid into a knit orange minidress. I almost dropped my wine over the balcony when she called out my name, “Jon, are you ready to go?” Was I!
“Are you okay, you look kind of strange,” Fran said, as I came in from the balcony. I was grateful the trousers were very baggy, thus hiding my still raging hardon.
“That’s some dress,” I told Fran. “You look very pretty tonight.”
“Why, thank you,” she said, somewhat puzzled. We never commented on each other’s appearance after the first “good-to- see-you, you-look-great.” It was hard to believe this angel had cum in front of me not five minutes before. She’d never realize the thrill she’d given me.
We took a cab to the restaurant so we could enjoy a few cold ones and not have to worry about driving back. Although we got a table almost immediately, we waited almost an hour to be served. I didn’t mind, though; the company was wonderful and Barbara kept the drinks coming. By the time the food arrived, we were very relaxed. We spoke of all sorts of things, our lives and interests, and our lack of love interests at the moment.
It was nearly midnight by the time we left. Ottawa is a sleepy town where they roll the streets up at that hour. We tumbled into a cab and headed home.
The smell of Fran’s perfume had been driving me crazy all night. Once inside the cab, she thanked me for a lovely evening. Her head came to rest on my shoulder and she sighed, closing her eyes.
My eyes traced her figure, starting from the spiked heels and slowly up the length of her body, admiring her attributes and wishing I wasn’t such a coward. But we’re so close, I argued with myself. How can I make a pass? She’d be shocked, she’d kill me, she’d never speak to me again — I came up with numerous reasons to keep my hands off. But then she’d nestle in a bit closer and emit another contented sigh and her dress would slid up those damned gorgeous legs just a bit more and I’d have to start reminding myself all over again.
The little old cabbie looked in the rear view mirror and must have thought we were lovers. I saw him smile and wink, as he suggested a nice ride through the park. Why not, I thought. Just to prolong this mild body contact was reason enough.
Fran’s dress had ridden more than half-way up her thigh and I wondered if I should try to rearrange it myself or wake her up. But she seemed so peaceful I just decided to enjoy the show. So stare I did.
“What are you staring at?” she demanded, suddenly awake. She tugged at the hem of her dress, trying to cover herself. It reminded me of her days as a modest teen. She seemed quite agitated. Oh, no, I thought, my worst fears are coming true. “I… I… nothing…” I stammered.
“Jon, I saw you staring at me. What on earth could you have been thinking of?” I could just see myself taking this cab right back to spend the night at the train station.
The driver sensed disharmony and sped to the apartment. Fran got out and stomped her way inside as I paid the fare and reluctantly followed.
I felt like a puppy who had just chewed up the master’s slippers and was waiting for the rolled-up newspaper. Fran was waiting by the elevator, tapping her foot, watching the lift’s indicator as it approached the lobby. Not a word was spoken the entire ride up. When the doors opened she brushed by me to unlock the door. When she didn’t slam it in my face, I took it as a good sign.
I sheepishly entered the apartment. “Close the door,” she huffed. She lock the door and turned to face me. Here we go, I thought. Excommunication from the family.
I couldn’t look her in the eye. “I guess you had too much to drink,” she said. Was she giving me an alibi? “I think I did, too.”
“After all, you’re just a man and there are certain things that a man will do, including ogling his cousin,” she began to grin.
“You’ve always found me attractive, haven’t you, Jon?” Uh- oh, better be careful here.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I answered still not look at here, wishing I were somewhere else.
“Well, you know, I really admire the way you turned out, too. My girlfriends used to talk about you when you came to visit. They’d talk about your arms or your eyes and I’d say, ‘I don’t want to hear this; he’s my cousin.’
“But they were right,” Fran said. She lifted my chin with her finger. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” And she kissed me quickly on the lips.
Our eyes met and we leaned into each other for another kiss, this one slower. Then another, deeper. Her tongue probed my lips until I opened them. My tongue met hers as they twirled together in joyful greeting. Caution went out the window.
The kisses became more emphatic as we stepped closer together, pressing our bodies together. ten years of fantasies were coming true as I felt the heat of her tits through our clothing. He nipples were hard as they pushed into my chest. My hands slid down to the small of her back and I tentatively reached for her ass. She moaned softly as a I squeezed her cheek, pulling her closer. I reached for the hem of her dress and slid my hand up her thighs. I couldn’t believe the moist heat coming from her pussy! Fran opened her legs to allow me better access while our lips were still pressed together.
I licked my way down her neck, nipping her nape. She shivered as I bit her earlobe.
“Do it to me, Jon,” she moaned. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years. Fuck me now!” Fran ripped open my shirt, the buttons shooting across the room. I kicked off my shoes and yanked off the trousers and shorts. After all this time I wasn’t going to put up any arguments.
We sank onto the living room rug, and I pulled her dress down over her heaving tits while pulling it up from the bottom. I ripped the panties and bra off her as she squirmed beneath me. My dick was threatening to break off.
I rubbed the tip of my cock along her slit. I had never imagined Fran’s pussy before, concentrating on her other assets. It was covered with a soft tuft of hair gently concealing her plump lips. She groaned and arched her back as she tried to get me inside her, but I continued to tease her.
“Stop that, please. Just fuck me. NOW!” She grabbed my as and pulled me right in. So hot, slick and tight. Unbelievable!
After a couple of minutes I felt the inevitable rush of cum. I warned her and she blurted out that it was okay, that she wanted to feel me pump it inside her. So I did. Long hard streams of cum jetted through me into her. She ground her pussy against me, grabbing my ass, working towards her own climax. “Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as she rumbled towards ecstasy.
I was beat but happy. She was beat and hungry for more.
“I always wondered what it would be like with you, Jon,” Fran whispered, “and it was better than I ever imagined.”
With that she kissed my chest softly as she made her way down my stomach, swirling her tongue in little circles. I shivered when I felt her hot breath on my dick, waiting to feel her lips engulf it. She licked my crown lick a candy cane, in and out, lick, in and out, around. It was like no other blow job I’d experienced, so hot, wet and slippery. I could have happily filled her mouth but I had waited a long time for this.
I gently pushed her away and rolled her over. She seemed surprised. I straddled her chest and told her “I’m gonna fuck your breasts, Fran. I want to feel your soft tits wrapped around my cock. I want to rock back and forth until I cum all over your tits and face. What do you think of that, baby?”
“Oh, yeah,” she groaned, “do that to me! Please! Do it!”
“I want you to lick the head as it comes through your tit- tunnel. Keep it slick so it slides back and forth so nicely.”
Fran pressed her tits together around my cock. They were so soft and hot, wet with a combination of sweat and saliva. I went slowly at first, trying to make the indescribable pleasure last.
“I love getting my tits fucked,” she moaned. “It gets me so hot. Come on, push it, slide it in. I want your cum, cum all over my face, please. COME ON, GIVE IT TO ME, CUM, CUMMM, DO IT! DO IT!! DO IT!!! SHOOT IT ALL OVER ME!! OH, MY GODDDDD. DO IT NOW!!!” And with that she started shaking and bucking her hips against an imaginary cock. Her fingers flew to her sopping pussy where they pistoned in and out. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them around my dick. I pushed it forward and kept it in her mouth while she moaned to here next set of orgasms. The vibrations of her mouth set me off, and I managed to shove my cock back between her tits as I started to spurt, the hot load jetting onto her pretty face, as she whipped her head back and forth, landing first one cheek then the other. I sprayed my last violent shots across her tits and collapsed next to her, exhausted.
After a few moments to catch our breath, Fran turned to me. “Are you sure you can only stay the weekend?” she asked with a smile.
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Katie’s nipples were not cooperating.
The 14-year-old looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. She had been trying to keep her nipples from being so obvious in her new dress, but it was no use. The lacy bra that matched the party dress didn’t keep her twin nubbins from showing through the red gown.
Katie had just gone through some weird growth spurt, and her breasts were now much bigger than before. Her nipples seemed to have grown, too. They stayed erect all the time, like small pink pencil erasers. They were super-sensitive, too; Katie’s fingers slid up her satin dress and couldn’t help but give them a slow rub and squeeze. She felt a delicious surge deep in her pussy. Now her thickened nipples were even more obviously poking out.
Katie sighed. Her breasts were so much bigger now than when she got the dress that she was spilling out the top. Even on the sides, next to her narrow halter straps, the sides of her breasts swelled. The pale peach of her creamy tits was in sharp contrast to the golden brown of her slim arms and neck.
She didn’t want to look like a slut! This, after all, was her first real date. Katie looked herself up and down. Josh would be here soon! Katie decided she needed a man’s opinion.
“Hey Scott! Can you come here a sec?” Katie called out to her stepbrother Scott. He had just turned 17, and had been on lots of dates. Katie was a little nervous about asking his advice — she’d had a secret crush on Scott since her mom married Scott’s dad a few years back — but surely he’d be able to help her out.
“Whaddaya need, Kat?” Scott called back, using his pet name for her.
“Can you come up here please? I need some help,” called Katie, her small hands covering the front of her dress.
“I just got back from the beach and I’m kinda sweaty, but you asked for it,” he warned, bounding up the stairs to Katie’s room.
Reaching the second floor, Scott tossed his sun-bleached hair back out of his eyes. He had been out in the sun all afternoon, and smelled of saltwater and coconut oil. His tanned chest was smooth; his board shorts were old and ripped.
Scott stopped in the doorway and looked down at his stepsister. Katie stood before him in a skintight red dress, shifting from foot to foot. She was barefoot; her brand-new high heels were still in their shoe box next to her kicked-off tennis shoes. Katie had attempted to pull her blond hair back in a grown-up bun, but silky golden strands had escaped and framed her flushed face. She had inexpertly applied a touch of makeup; a bit of pink rouge, shiny gloss on her lips. Katie’s little hands unsuccessfully tried to cover her breasts. Scott’s blue eyes met and held Katie’s brown eyes. He smiled a slow, crooked smile.
“So, Kat, how can I help? Need some fashion advice?” Scott teased softly.
Katie blushed under her pink rouge. Scott’s eyes were so blue in his tanned face! Her nipples were rock hard.
“Scott, I’ve got a little problem,” Katie explained in a low voice. “My dress doesn’t fit as well as I thought, and Josh will be here in a couple of hours to pick me up for my first date. I don’t want to look slutty.” Katie slowly lowered her hands down to her sides, her palms whispering over the satin. Creamy tits swelled above the top and sides of the red dress. Obvious nipple bumps poked out from the young girl’s chest, not an inch from the top of her dress.
Scott lazily looked down at Katie’s breasts, then back up to her eyes. His crooked smile widened. “Seems like it’s not so little a problem, after all!”
Katie’s pussy surged involuntarily as Scott looked her over with half-shut eyes.
“Stop joking!” she nervously laughed. “This dress fit when Mom bought it for me! What should I do?” Katie half whispered to him. “It’s not just the top. I’m afraid it’s too short, too!” Katie tugged down on the satin hem. “I’m afraid you can see my panties!”
“Turn around and let me see you,” said Scott softly. He was still smiling. The boy leaned against the doorway, arms crossed.
Katie slowly turned around.
“Now stand up on tippy toes, and bend forward a little bit. Put your hands against the wall.”
Katie could feel the satin dress riding up on her trim thighs, but she did as she was told. It was very quiet. Scott looked at his stepsister standing before him, her slender legs slightly spread, her small ass tilted up. Under the shiny red dress he could see about an inch of white cotton panties, tucked up between Katie’s smooth ass cheeks. Scott silently walked toward the young girl. Katie could hear him breathing. Her heart was pounding. Then she felt his fingers barely touch her, between her legs. Katie’s pussy pulsed at the gentle stroke.
“You’re right; I can see your panties. Just the very bottom, though, right here,” Scott said quietly, as he stroked his stepsister’s cotton panties. He could feel her wetness. “If you don’t bend over, you’ll be OK. If you do, Josh will be tempted to do this,” whispered Scott, as he nudged the white panties to the side and cupped Katie’s soft mound in his big hand. The girl gasped as Scott’s fingers slipped over her pussy. She spread her trembling legs wider. He stroked her cunt.
“Oh what a pussy you have, my little pet. Your little clit is as stiff as your nipples,” Scott whispered as he gently rolled his finger over her clitoris. It was an erect small pearl. He felt Katie’s pussy spasm, and his fingers became wetter. “I had no idea.” He continued to stroke her pussy, then reached higher. “Your pussy hair is so silky.” His fingers played in the sparse blond hair above Katie’s plump pussy lips. Scott withdrew his hand, then Katie heard him lick his fingers and palm. “Oh, I love girl juice. You taste like peaches,” Scott whispered in her ear.
Katie was breathing so hard she thought her heart would burst. Scott’s strong hands slid up the sides of her narrow waist and tugged the top of her dress and bra down, just until her nipples were exposed. Scott lightly touched her breasts. “Oh my, look what we have here. I’ve wanted to touch you for months now. Josh just might be tempted to do this.” Scott’s big hands gently cupped Katie’s tits, and he lightly pulled on the nipples, squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers. Katie moaned. Scott unfastened the halter straps holding the dress up, and pushed the top of the gown down to Katie’s slim waist.
“Time to turn around, my little Kat. I have to see those gorgeous tits.” Katie slowly turned around, breathing hard. Her full breasts swayed prettily; her rosy-pink nipples pointed straight out. Scott smiled down at her. He playfully pulled on her nipples, making them even longer and harder. “What a big girl you are. I think Josh might like to do this.” Scott bent his head and nuzzled Katie’s right breast. Her warm skin felt silken under his searching lips. Scott nibbled the goose-bumped areola surrounding her protruding nipple, then licked up the length of the nipple itself. Scott opened his mouth wide and slipped the erect nipple over his tongue. He began to slowly suckle his young stepsister, pulling her nipple deep into his mouth. His mouth worked against the soft creamy flesh, his jaw rhythmically pulling.
Katie was in ecstasy; she’d never felt such pleasure. She cradled her brother’s head and tenderly pushed the streaked blond hair back from his face as he suckled. After a few minutes he loosed his grip and released Katie’s breast with a slurp. Her nipple was tingling and cherry red. It was half an inch longer than before; the white breast was bruised. Silently Katie used both her small hands to guide Scott’s shaggy head to her other breast, where he repeated his rhythmic suckling.
When Scott was done sucking her second breast, Katie’s head was thrown back, her eyes half shut. Her cheeks were flushed. “My God,” she whispered. “How can anything feel this good?”
“There’s more, my little Kat,” Scott smiled at her, giving her bright red nipple a final hard suck. “This will feel even better.” He nudged Katie toward her bed. Her bruised breasts bounced as she fell backward onto her soft quilt. Katie’s satin dress was still pushed down to her waist. The hem was scooted up above her white panties, which were visibly wet between her legs. Her slim legs were parted.
Scott slowly slid his big hands up the outside of her smooth legs. He reached under her dress and pulled Katie’s small panties down and off. Her stomach was all fluttery; her chest heaved with every breath. Her pussy felt impossibly wet. Scott looked down at Katie’s small body, at her lush tits and open legs. Her pale pussy hair barely covered her mound. He looked into her brown eyes, framed by black lashes. “Don’t worry, Kat. No need to be nervous, little sister. I’ll take good care of you.”
Scott moved his hands on the insides of her smooth knees, pressing down and spreading them wide. Katie could feel a cool breeze on her damp pussy from the ceiling fan overhead. Scott got on his knees until he was only inches from her. She could feel his warm breath on her thighs. Scott could see the girl’s juices in her delicate folds; her erect clitoral button peeked out above her pink slit. “I’ll bet Josh is hoping to get this close,” whispered Scott, as he slowly stroked the silky pale hair just above Katie’s plump pussy lips. Katie made excited little whimpering noises. “He’d love to open you up just like this.” Scott used his thumbs to widen Katie’s pussy folds; the young girl helped him by spreading her legs even wider. “Good girl, good little cunt. I want to see everything you have.”
Scott nuzzled Katie’s open pussy with his nose, breathing in deeply. “You smell like you taste, like fresh fruit. I want to tongue you.” Like he did with her breasts, Scott opened his mouth wide and covered her entire cunt with his lips. Katie gasped, and tilted her pussy up to help her brother suck her. Scott began rhythmically suckling her cunt. His tongue curled into her hole and then up to her erect clit. He worked his mouth, suckling like a baby. Scott’s nose touched Katie’s blond pussy hair. He moved his mouth up, concentrating on her clitoral button. Scott put his lips around it and sucked firmly, tonguing it and making loud slurping noises. “I love sucking your little baby clit,” he whispered, glancing up and into Katie’s half-shut eyes. “I’m going to make you cum now.” With that, he ducked his shaggy head and concentrated on tonguing Katie’s swollen clit, his head slightly bobbing up and down. His big hands held her trembling legs wide open. “Oh Scott! It feels so good, I can’t believe it!” Katie panted. Her cunt pulsed with an explosive, rhythmic wave of pleasure that spread from the girl’s pussy outward to her tummy and knees. She cried out Scott’s name, and clutched his hair.
Scott breathed in, enjoying Katie’s fruity scent, and began lapping up her juices. As he slurped, Scott reached up and played with the girl’s nipples. “Mmm, you are such a tasty snack, little sister. I love eating your pink baby pussy.”
“I feel so good! I’ve never been so wet,” Katie purred. Her hands covered Scott’s on her breasts, joining him in squeezing her nipples.
“You are such a little pet,” Scott said, continuing to lap her pussy slowly, from bottom to top. “Are you going to let Josh eat your delicious cunt?” He smiled up at her, his nose buried in her blond pussy hair, inhaling deeply. “Does he get to smell you like this?”
“I don’t want you to stop! I’ve never felt like this. Please fuck me, big brother,” said Katie breathlessly, pulling on her rosy nipples.
“You’re only a baby, kitty Kat. It would be wrong for me to fuck you,” said Scott.
“I don’t care! I want you inside me,” moaned Katie. “I know I’m young and little, but I want you.”
Scott took one last slurp of his sister’s cunt, and shrugged off his board shorts. “OK, little girl. I’ll teach you how to fuck.”
His cock was as hard as a rock, and looked too big to fit into Katie’s small pink pussy. The throbbing head was smooth. “You can get it wet first, with your mouth,” Scott whispered. Katie looked up at him with shining eyes, and bent forward, wrapping her lips around the taut head. Scott gasped, feeling her warm mouth tasting him, sucking up the pre-cum leaking from his cock.
“Your cream tastes good, Scott,” said Katie, looking up at her brother. “Thick and salty. Do you want me to suck you like you did me?” Scott nodded wordlessly, then put his hands on Katie’s head, where her bun had come almost all the way loose, allowing her blond hair to fall onto his thighs. “That’s it, little Kat. Just move your mouth up and down.”
Katie tried to get the entire cock in her mouth, but she was only able to get half of it in. She began slowly bobbing her head up and down, sliding her brother’s cock between her lips. Katie grasped the thick shaft with her small hand. It felt very warm, and it pulsed under her tongue. Scott reached down and fingered his sister’s nipples. Her wet mouth sucking his dick made obscene slurping noises. His thick hair hung over his closed eyes as he moaned, gently humping Katie’s face.
A few minutes later, Katie paused and smiled up at her brother. “Are you ready for me?” Her wet lips glistened. “Yes,” Scott groaned, “I’d love to fuck your little cunt.”
Katie lay back on the bed again, and once again spread her legs wide. This time she opened herself up by spreading her pussy lips with her own small fingers. Scott kissed her deeply on the lips, then gave her an open-mouthed kiss on her wet pussy. “I don’t know which is sweeter—your tongue or your cunt.”
Scott placed the head of his cock against the wet hole of Katie’s pussy, then pressed forward. Katie wriggled and shimmied her pelvis in circles. Slowly Scott’s cock began to slip into the young girl. Katie kept grinding her pussy at the hard cock. When it could go no further, Scott paused. “Kat, this part will probably hurt some.” “Kiss me, Scott,” Katie whispered. The boy placed his mouth on his sister’s lips, nudged them open and gently started sucking her tongue. As he did, he thrust forward firmly and broke through the young girl’s hymen. Katie cried out into Scott’s mouth, then sucked his tongue more urgently. Scott’s hard cock was now entirely buried inside Katie’s pussy. Her pale belly and his tanned stomach were pressed together, their soft public hair intermingling. His balls touched her smooth slim ass. Scott began thrusting into his sister’s pussy over and over, fucking her. Katie humped against her brother’s cock, matching his rhythm. She could hear the squishing, slurping sound of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. Scott reached down and put his thumb directly over Katie’s clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked her. “You have the sweetest snug pussy, Kat. My cock loves your slippery cunt,” Scott whispered. “And your tits jiggle every time I pump into you.” Katie could feel her breasts bouncing in time with Scott’s thrusts. She felt her pussy tingling under Scott’s massaging thumb. “I’m going to cum again!” the girl whimpered. Scott intensified his fucking, ramming and humping in Katie’s tight hole.
Moments later both teenagers cried out. Scott’s cock spurt his hot cum deep inside Katie’s cunt, which convulsed with her climax. His shaft throbbed as he filled her young womb with his cream.
The two lay together, panting, their hearts beating in time. Katie’s aching pussy leaked white juice onto the quilt. Scott’s head lay on Katie’s creamy breasts, his cheek brushing one goose-bumped nipple. His blond hair flopped over Katie’s other nipple, which was red and tingling. He slowly looked up at her, and grinned his crooked smile.
“Maybe you should wear a different dress.”
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A bank robber intimately intimidates a witness into staying silent. Notes: Rated NC-17 for language, pretty damn deive sex, and some disturbing themes including violence, non-consent, dubious consent, angst and the aftermath of rape, which could be triggering. Non consent theme from Chapter One pretty much from the outset, angst and aftermath will come in future chapters.
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At a lesbian variety show I end up right in the middle of the stage, where a group sex orgy starts to take place all around me. Exposed and aroused in front of the whole audience, the performance comes to a high point when I get my hand inside a beautiful burlesque dancer’s pussy.
Gabe’s new babysitter might be a good girl, but she;s perfectly bad at it…
A young virgin becomes a bestiality whore to repay her debt
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Two Coeds Encounter The Nieghborhood Dog
This is a fictional story based on one of my fantasies of being dominated by an African Tribesman.
A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy!
A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!
When I opened my eyes again, I was not in the bathroom. I could hear music playing and it sounded like it was coming from the floor beneath me. I was laying on a sofa, in an office… NAKED.
The feel of the black leather under my ass was soft and a little wet. I then realized that Keith had his face buried in my crotch. His tongue was lapping at my clit softly and slowly. The bouncer… I found out later that his name was Dante… he was sucking on my left nipple and stroking his beautiful dick.
The feeling of waking up to all this made me want to cum instantly. The excitement came over me so fast, they didn’t know I was awake until I started grinding my pussy into Keith’s face and grabbing for Dante’s dick. I wanted his cock in my mouth so that I could cum. Dante stands and puts his dick into my eager mouth. I sucked his entire 8 inches into the back of my throat just as I climaxed all over Keith’s face.
I tried to scream but of course, my mouth was full. Dante straddled my chest and held me by the sides of my face. He started fucking my face slowly at first and steadily gained momentum. He was caressing my face and telling me what a whore I looked like with his dick sliding in and out of my mouth. Oddly enough that just made my pussy even wetter. Tears were streaming into my ears from gagging on that beautiful cock in my mouth.
When he took his dick out of my mouth and started rubbing it over my face, I had a mini orgasm. He started stroking his dick and told me lick his balls. Just as my tongue touched Dante’s ball sac, Keith stuck two fingers into my pussy. That shit felt so good. I licked Dante’s balls, taking each sac into my mouth individually and collectively. He was still calling me a slut and a whore, asking if I wanted to get fucked by strange men since I was in the men’s room.
Did I? Was I the whore he was calling me? It didn’t bother me at that moment. It just made me want his dick back in my mouth, fucking my face. When I asked him to fuck my face again, he groaned loudly and told me to open my mouth wide. When I did, he fucked my open mouth so hard I almost hurled after the fifth or sixth thrust. I was able to supress it by closing my mouth around him, swirling my tongue around his dick head to make him slow down.
The whole time, Keith has his fingers in my pussy making me hot as hell. He lifts my legs and Dante reaches behind to grab them while still straddling my chest. Still getting my mouth fucked, I can feel Keith rubbing the head of his dick on my clit and between my very wet pussy lips. Steadying himself on the back of the sofa, he leans to one side and slams into my pussy. He tried to get all 9 inches into me in the first shot. It didn’t happen.
He tried again and I thought I would die but the dick in my mouth was a pleasant distraction from the havoc Keith was creating in my pussy. It was pain and pleasure at the same time. Having two dicks in two holes… I guess I was a whore and a slut.
In my head I just kept begging them, “Fuck this slut!! Fuck this whore!!” I didn’t want them to stop. I was no longer drunk so I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol. I was loving every minute of it. Keith drilling his 9 inches into my pussy and Dante fucking my mouth with his 8 inches was making me feel like an animal.
I wanted to be on all fours and tried to get Dante’s dick out of my mouth for a few seconds but he must have liked the feel of my wet mouth too much because he let go of one of my legs to grab the back of my neck & started fucking my face even harder. I placed my hands on his stomach to get his attention… That worked.
I got on all fours facing the sofa and pressed my face against the floor with my ass in the air. I shook my ass as an open invitation to the first taker.
Dante was the first taker. He knelt behind me and slapped my right ass cheek hard enough to leave prints. I flinched from surprise but since I like to be spanked, I shook my ass again hoping it would inspire him to do it again. He obliged by smacking my left ass cheek, but not as hard as the first time.
Keith sat on the sofa in front of me and started stroking his beautiful dick. I raised my face off the floor to eye level with his balls. I was wondering how I was going to fit this ‘baby arm’ in my mouth. I figured it would be fun to try even if I couldn’t get it all in.
While Dante is smacking my ass and watching it jiggle, I started licking my way up Keith’s dick. Starting from his balls and up the middle, leaving a nice wet trail, making sure he could feel my tounge ring. Purposely avoiding the head, i started down the left side, stopping at his balls to lick them gently. Up the right side to find pre-cum waiting for me. It tasted a little salty but not too bad.
As I am swirling my tongue around the head of his dick, I can feel Dante spreading my ass cheeks as he strarts to lick me, very slowly, from my clit to my asshole. OMG!!! THAT SHIT FELT SO GOOD!!! I pushed my ass back into his face in hopes he would do it again. He didn’t disappoint me. WOW!!! This time it made me open my mouth as wide as possible in an attempt to get most, if not all, of the dick before me into my mouth.
I went down as far as I could but that still left at least 2 inches unexplored. I had my work cut out for me. The tongue between my legs was driving me crazy. It didn’t help when he started tongue fucking my ass. This is when I found out that the hornier I get the more greedy I get. I was able to get another inch in… but I couln’t breathe. His dick was in my throat and I could not have been happier. Apparently, Keith was pleased with my performance. He was making all kinds of noises and cussing up a storm.
When I let go, there were tears streaming down my face, I had a mouth full of spit and I was gasping for air. My greedy ass just couldn’t wait to have my mouth fucked again. Keith sat forward on the couch with his legs on either side of me, placed one hand under my chin to feel my throat when it opens for his dick and the other in my hair to keep it out of the way. As he fucks my face at his leisure, I use both hands to spread my ass cheeks further for Dante. I thought he would continue tongue fucking me but I felt the head of his dick at my vagina.
The thought of having two dicks in me again was almost too much to a bare. Dante lets go of his dick and grabs me by my fore-arms, pressing my wrists together. When he slides into my sopping wet pussy, I moan around Keith’s dick.
“Damn!! Your pussy is wet as hell!!”
“I was thinking the same thing when I was fucking her earlier” Keith answers. “Make a nigga want to live in that shit!”
Now they are both pistoning into me from both ends. They keep up a steady pace for a good ten minutes and my arms are starting to hurt. Thankfully, Dante lets go of them and I am able to support my weight on my hands.
Keith lets go of my hair and I turn my head to the side to try for that last inch. He pushed forward and holds his dick in my throat for about thirty seconds, cussing, enjoying the contractions of my throat. He takes his dick out of my mouth long enough for me to draw breath and does it again. This time Dante, with his dick in my pussy, sticks his index and middle fingers in my ass. I felt crossed eyed for a few and came so hard, I was shaking and crying.
I collapsed on the floor and curled into a fetal position. The guys came all over me. I remember thinking what a mess this was going to be. I feel hands on my legs as one of them kisses my pussy very gently.
When I eventually stopped shaking, they helped me get dressed and put me in a private car back to my hotel with a number to call when I got in. The room was empty when I got there and I was thankful. The first thing I did was take a long hot shower. After about 30 minutes I emerged from the bathroom smelling fresh and clean. I reached into my purse for my cell phone and the number. What I found first was 5 $100 bills. “Did I rob someone and not remember?” I put it on the bed thinking I would figure it out in the morning.
Keith answered the phone. “I see you made it to your hotel safely. Did you find your gift?”
Dumbfounded…”Huh? What gift? OH!! The money!! Damnit… I thought I robbed someone. Yes I found it but why?”
“For being a good sport and being able to hang for as long as you did. You really know how to make a nigga work for a nut!”
“I’m glad you both had fun. I know I did. Thanks.”
“No problem, baby. Come back anytime. Don’t know how long you’re here for but we’re open every night. Hope we can see you again. Good night.”
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I want an affair. This is my current fantasy as I offer up a piece of my mind and throw in a little advice to all men.
A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!
It’s a new day, and all I’m thinking about is him….Adam. I wrote him that story, and sent it to him. It was a mistake, of course. He’s told me before that he loves me “as a friend,” which means he wouldn’t give me the time of day to fool around.
“I’m outside,” I text him, sitting on his porch. I wait outside, running my fingers through my choppy black hair. I look at my scuffed black Converse high-tops, and wonder about life. The door opens, and I turn around.
“I just…I don’t think I’m safe alone,” I whisper to him, sniffling. He nods, and opens the door wider to let me in.
“It’s okay, Sissy, I don’t mind,” Adam replies, and I follow him into his room. It isn’t what I imagined when writing my previous story, but some of my descriptions are still accurate.
I sit on his floor, glancing at his television. It’s the pause screen for some video game, and I lean my head on his bed. Adam looks at me, worry in his eyes, and sits down.
“I’m glad you came over, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he says, and I lay down on his floor, resting my head on his lap. His eyes say he didn’t expect that, and his hands remain by his sides.
“Do you know how much it sucks, falling for you when I know you don’t feel the same? When I’m supposed to love him?” I ask, a tear rolling down my face. It traces my nostril, then continues until it absorbs into his pants. I look up at Adam, seeing his discomfort.
“I’m…I don’t know…” He trails off, looking exasperated. He shrugs and looks at his TV screen, then picks up his controller and unpausing the game. He starts playing it, and I watch, but he keeps messing up and throws the controller.
Tears sting my eyes, and I get up, moving my body away from him and leaning on the bed. He looks away, and I bite my lip.
“I could just fucking leave, if that’s what you want. And I don’t just mean your house. I’ll leave you alone, you don’t need any of this,” I say harshly, my voice cracking as tears roll down my face. He looks at me, surprised at my outburst.
“Don’t!” Adam mutters, and I crawl over on my hands and knees. He closes his mouth tight, not saying anything else. I reach out and touch his face, but he grabs my hand softly and pushes it away.
“Please don’t…I’m gross,” he says softly, and I touch his face again, then get on my knees in front of him.
“You’re not gross,” I say, “you’re handsome. Cute. Hot. Why can’t you see that? Why don’t you believe me?” I’m whining, and I hate it. But I need him to believe me. I need him to see what I see.
“I don’t believe you because it isn’t true,” he replies sharply. I take his face in my hands and make him look at me, our eyes reflecting one another.
“You’re fucking attractive. Goddamnit, you are. It’s fucking stupid that you keep arguing with me about it,” I growl, and kiss Adam hard. He recoils a little, but I keep at it, kissing him passionately. He pulls away, panting.
“You can’t do that, Sissy!” He tells me, and I glare at him defiantly, quickly kissing him again, pushing my body to his. He resists, but I don’t give up. I pull off my shirt, kissing him the whole time besides the moment I need to pull it off my head. I’m not wearing a bra, I didn’t grant it necessary.
“Mmmn….st…stop,” Adam tries to say, but I don’t relent. I grab his hands and press them to my bare skin. He tries to pull away, and I still don’t let him. I kiss his neck, and he exhales sharply.
“Sissy…” Adam says softly, but he isn’t resisting as much anymore. He sort of melts against me, and one of his hands goes under my chin, bringing his lips to mine. Our kisses are desperate, as if we know this energy can only last so long.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, and I unbutton his pants quickly. He kisses my neck, breathing hard and fast, and he kicks his pants off. I untie my high-tops and kick them across the room, then pull down my pants and thrown them where my shoes landed.
“Come here,” Adam says, a look of conflict mixed with lust in his eyes. He pulls off his shirt, throwing it on my pile of clothes and sitting on the bed.
I step lightly, quickly, and straddle his lap. We press our bodies together, kissing more and touching. His hands wander across my back, resting on the lower curve and gripping it softly. My arms go around his neck, and our breathing intensifies.
“I need this…I need you,” I moan, and Adam’s hand goes down to pull his throbbing manhood out of the hole in his boxers. It looks different than what I expected, and he pushes me onto my back, kneeling between my legs.
He leans over me, kissing me again, trailing kisses down my body, to my navel, and I shiver. It feels good to be touched that way, by someone knew.
“Please,” I whisper, and Adam looks up at me, then brings himself back between my legs, pushing in quickly. I cry out, my back arching slightly as he thrusts in and out. My arms go up around his neck, and I gently bite his earlobe.
“God…..” he says breathlessly, thrusting in hard and fast, making me moan loud, making my eyes sting with tears. A few escape my eyes, and he sees.
“Oh god, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Adam asks urgently, fear in his eyes. He’s stopped thrusting, but I grab his face and kiss him hard, letting him know he must continue.
He keeps going, and my legs grip his waist. I’m tightly grasping him, and I kiss his neck. I feel myself start to climax, and I murmur Adam’s name in his ear, then bite his neck hard as I cum.
“Sissy….” he moans, and I feel him thrust in a few times, hard, and then he releases inside of me, his hot cum filling me. He shakes, going limp on top of me, and we stay there, panting, exhausted, for a few moments.
“What did we just do?” Adam mutters as he pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed, putting his flaccid member into his boxers. He puts his head in his hands, and I go behind him and hug him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, and he sighs, shaking his head. He holds one of my hands, and looks over his shoulder at me.
We stay quiet, and I get up and put on my clothes slowly, looking at him. He doesn’t move, and when I’m dressed I hand him his shirt and lay down tiredly on his bed again.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper again, and he smiles half-heartedly. I walk to his door and look back at him. He doesn’t stop me, so I leave. He doesn’t text me for the rest if the night.
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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!
Vanilla sex doesn’t do it for me, I’ve become a cum slut, but what will I do when I think he no longer wants me
A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!
