Our night out
True story, please leave comments if you like it and let me know what you think.
True story, please leave comments if you like it and let me know what you think.
a story about two children discovering their sexuality with members of the opposite sex
Francine a junior auditor becomes a Human Mannequin and company slave
Lacey always knew she needed a change…
This is not my story. It was written by Werewolf Warrior. I’m just sharing it here
This is my first story so I would appreciate all constructive criticism. Enjoy
Married woman has a threesome with a man she used to have a fling with
When the siblings pulled down her driveway by mistake would they ever leave?
i get knocked out and kidnapped!
In an alternate Westeros, where the Northern kingdoms have allied with the Wildling forces beyond the wall in the united hope of defeating the oncoming tide of the White Walkers, before King Robert journeys across the greater part of the wild lands to appoint Ned Stark as his new Hand, we find Ned’s sons, Rob and Jon, caught up in the whims and wiles of an entrancing wildling girl who wishes to see a Weirwood Tree.
her hands felt in the dark…..
Jennifer heads to the chapel
Submissive 1940’s Gal Darcy enslave by a Shapeshifter
These stories are all fantasy. Don’t try to turn fantasies into reality and ruin people’s lives.
Comments are always appreciated.
What I thought was my only chance at love turned out to be a gateway to degradation…
White
pt.IV
The morning came with a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean. Nikki opened her eyes and stretched. To her surprise, she felt refreshed and not hungover which, was a bonus. She made her way to the bathroom and flipped on the light. She looked to the vanity counter top. The night before, she’d decided to slip out of her panties and leave them next to the sink. She grinned and shook her head a little, seeing they were gone. She wondered how much more he’d enjoyed them still being wet from her. After a hot shower, she went to the dresser for a pair of panties. Except for her bras and socks, the drawer was empty. Apparently, he’d been ‘busier’ than she’d imagined. Grabbing a pair of small cut-off shorts from another drawer she shook her head and let out a laugh. “…Wow.”
Panty-less, she slipped into her shorts and slightly turned, admiring the absence of any panty lines. “Heh, who needs panties?” Following her bra, she buttoned up a long flowing linen shirt. She made her way to the living room, finding Chase had gone. He’d left a note saying he got up early and he was going out for awhile and to call him later to meet up. She put the note back on the table, noticing his new shorts were lying on the floor. She picked them up. The round spot on the front made her giggle. “..Poor thing.” Having the morning to herself, she made some coffee and decided on a light breakfast and a walk down the beach.
The breeze was still blowing in from the sea as she walked barefoot in the sand. She followed the beach past the resort’s pavilion and beyond the chalets on the other side. She rounded a bend and found herself without a building or person in sight. She continued on, walking along the water’s edge. With each wave, the water would flow in just over her feet and then wash back out again. The breeze moved the palm fronds and low lying ferns in a majestic sort of lullaby. It seemed to come in with the waves, blowing her shirt up and then back down. She closed her eyes taking in the feeling of it all. The sound of the waves and the way the water and breeze caressed her.. It was soothing and almost loving in a way. She found it an erotic and throbbing kind of rhythm. Rushing up on her before gently falling away. All of it, every tiny morsel of it made her think of Chase. She fell to her knees in the sand. Everything was making her think of him in that way now. Sniffling, she wiped away a few tears, “What am I doing?” Frustrated, her emotions overtook her and she began to sob openly. “What am I doing!..”
After a long tearful walk, she finally made her way back to the chalet. Her phone rang. It was Chase. Opening the door, she answered it. “Hey Kiddo. Whatcha doin?”
“Oh I’ve been out n about here and there. How bout you? ..I stopped by the room and you weren’t there.”
She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on the bed. “I took a nice peaceful walk down the beach.
“How was it?”
“It was quiet. By the way, we’re supposed to meet up with Mimi and Joe later. You still up for that?”
“Of course! I wouldn’t miss those two for anything. I just called to let you know where I am. I’m at the tiki bar across the street from the hotel. Oh, and I got you a little somethin too. look in the bathroom.”
“You did?” Nikki walked into the bathroom finding a small Victoria’s secret bag on the counter. “I see a bag on the counter..” She took a double-take as she pulled out what was inside. It was the same exact white string bikini Kaylyn had given her! Super sexy. Super tiny. SUPER thin. Kaylyn would love this kid, she thought. “Chase..ah..Thanks but um.. ..Not a chance in hell.”
“Oh. ..Sorry you don’t like it..”
“It’s not that… Honey, I love it.. It’s just that it’s a little on the thin side of appropriate for me to.. you know, wear for you…”
“That’s fine. I Just wanted to add to your collection and get you somethin white. Maybe we can return it tomorrow and find you somethin better.. Besides, since I’m a guy, it probably won’t fit anyway.” Chase laughed. “You know where to find me?”
“Yeah.” She said, pulling on a tank top. “I’ll be stop over there soon..Love you.”
Walking across the street Nikki strolled up to the tiki bar. It was a small humble looking place with tin roof and a patio bar. She looked it over but didn’t see Chase anywhere outside. Away from the bar there was a large opening in the side of the building where there were conventional tables and stool chairs and dart boards. She walked around the corner and inside.
She stopped for a second, spotting him. He was sitting at a table with his back to her. Sitting across from him was an attractive young bleach-blonde. She was obviously drunk, not to mention loud. Full of ‘Hee-Hee-Hees’ and ‘Ha-Ha-Has’. She was leaning over and touching Chase’s arm with every other word and laughing obnoxiously to anything he said. She also seemed to be trying her very best to bounce around, in addition to adjusting her bra as much as humanly possible.
“Fuckin valley girl…” Nikki started for the table, reaching into her purse.
Just as the girl touched Chase’s arm again he pulled away, “Ah!!”
“I’m sorry!” The girl laughed. “Did that hurt? Did I hurt you?? Haha..”
“No, it’s not my ar-Ah!” Chase winced with his hand between his legs.
“Hehee.. I can kiss your arm and make it better?”
He looked at her like she was from another planet. “What?”
Nikki smoothly walked up behind Chase and put her hand on his shoulder. “..Sorry sweetie, this boy’s already taken.”
A sour look came across the girl’s face as she looked back at Chase. “I thought you said you were here with your mother..”
“Yeah she– Ah!”
“I AM his mother.” Nikki said matter of factly
Irritated, the girl rolled her eyes. “Okay, AND?”
Nikki slowly walked to the other side of the table and pulled out an empty chair. She moved it closer to the young blonde and sat down “..’And’ I’m still breastfeeding him.”
“Mom, I -AHH!”
“Chase baby, be a doll and go order your dear mother and your friend here..”
“Brittney.” The girl said.
“..Of course. ..Baby, go order your dear mother and your friend, Brittney here a drink.” Nikki finished.
Chase stood up. “I’ll try but, I don’t thin-OWWW! Dammit… Okay! ..I’m on it.”
“Good boy.” Nikki purred, watching him turn for the bar.
“We were just talki-..”
“I know.” Nikki interrupted, crossing her legs. She took her sunglasses off and leaned back in her chair, looking at her.
The girl shot her an evil squint.
Nikki’s eyes remained even. Steady and expressionless.
The girl rolled her eyes again and looked away, shaking her head.
Nikki leaned forward, behind the girl’s ear. She whispered in a slow, unchanging tone. “Listen bitch.. If your candy ass isn’t out the door before I get to ‘three’, your plastic surgeon’s gonna have alot more than little tits to fix.”
Scrambling from her seat the girl bolted nearly colliding with Chase as he returned. He turned, watching her half-run, half-stumble out of the bar. The few people that were inside began clapping.
Nikki looked up at him. “I’m sorry honey, I…”
“Sorry?? It’s perfect! How’d you get rid of her? Chase exclaimed.
Nikki gave him a confused look.
“The drunk chick..” He said pointing out the door. “She’s been a pain in the ass for the last few hours. She came around all loud and kept buggin us and gettin in the way of the game. I finally just sat her down to shut her up. Hell, the bartender cut her off like an hour ago..”
“Us? ..Game?”
Chase pointed to opposite the corner of the room. There were three guys standing around a pool table waiving.
“..Hi.” Nikki said, sheepishly waiving back. She smiled at Chase. “Sorry I zapped ya. You okay?”
Of course I am. Goes away pretty quick. You were great though! I just wish I could’ve heard what else you said to her..”
Nikki quickly stood up. “I gotta go. I forgot something in the room. You gonna hang out here for awhile yet?”
“Yeah. Actually, the guys in the back there were talking about maybe playing some volleyball too so, I was thinkin I’d join em..”
“Sounds good, sweetie. Have fun. Just remember, we told Joe and Mimi we’d meet them at the pavilion later..” Nikki Kissed him on the cheek and turned for the door.
As she hurried for the door, Chase’s curiosity got the better of him. “So what did you say to her?” He called.
Nikki turned around, walking backwards. She winked at him. “I told her you had a rare, contagious skin disease.”
“Nice!”
As soon as she was outside she put her hand over her mouth. She didn’t know how to feel about any of it. She was sick to her stomach. Her mind raced. She was coming unglued. Crossing the street in a speed-walk she desperately fumbled for her phone.
“Hey Nix!”
“Kay, I’m going insane.”
“Of course you are. Hmm let’s seee…Great looks, good money, perfect body, stuck on a tropical island with a gorgeous hot guy. Who wouldn’t be unhappy?”
“Seriously, I think I’m going crazy.
“You don’t like the resort?”
“Real cute, Kaylyn. You’ve got one comin for that by the way.”
“Chase like the shorts i sent him?”
“Kaylyn!”
“Okay okay.. What’s the matter?”
Nikki began to sniffle.
“Oh Nikki baby, what happened? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. It’s just..”
“Go on..”
“..Well it’s like everything you were saying at Pink’s is unfolding and happening right in front of me. ..Like it’s all true.”
“What is? Your cherry’s grown back?”
Nikki laughed a little, wiping her eyes dry. “No. …You know, the other stuff about sons and their mothers.”
“Oh I see..”
“It’s like something changed while he was away and now that he’s come back thing’s are the same but different. We’re a different us. He looks at me in a different way that’s for sure. Like I’m not just ‘mom’ anymore If you get my drift.. ”
“So are you thinkin he wants you?”
Nikki let out a nervous laugh. “Um, yeah I’d say I’m pretty convinced.”
“How so?”
“Well eh, he took a picture of me when I was asleep on the the plane and the next day I saw him looking at it and eh..”
“And?”
“…And he was jacking off to it with a pair of my panties.
“Really?? Wow, Nikki. ..That’s kinda hot. Did he, you know.. finish?”
“Oh he finished alright..”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s just say, he’s a real baby-maker.”
“Alot eh?”
“Big time. Kay, I still can’t believe how much It was.. It was all over the place! Like a quart of it! I didn’t think that was even possible!”
“Mmm.. I’ve heard of super mega loads like that before. Never seen one though. Some guys are just blessed with the gift of sperm I guess. Sounds yummy.” Kaylyn giggled. “Did ya bust him?”
“No, he didn’t see me and he doesn’t know I was there so I just left it at that. ..But then last night we shared a cab with another couple and I had to sit on his lap. Kay, he got hard right there beneath me. I mean, like really hard. Right between my legs.”
“How’d that treat ya?”
“Aside from it being insanely awkward, it was lovely.”
“I bet it was. I see what you mean though..when you say things are the same but different…
“Duh! You think?
“I do..You just referred to yourself and Chase as a ‘couple’.”
Nikki opened the door to the chalet and closed it behind her. “I did?”
“You did.”
“Well I guess that’s kinda the problem. I can’t stop thinking about him in those ways.. But I still feel like his mother too. I still see him as my son. ..My son that i’m just head over heels for.” Nikki started sniffling again. “Now, everything maternal is getting tied into it and making it even worse. My hormones are just raging! Oh, and did I tell you I’m fricken leaking?”
“Leaking?”
“I’m lactating! ..Producing milk! I mean, what the hell? Kay, Help!”
“But, how??”
“I don’t know! It just sorta happened! I’m freakin out here!”
“When did THAT start??”
“I don’t know, they started feeling sore and stuff on Sunday when I met Chase at the airport. I guess It was Monday when I started producing though.”
“But how much?..Just a one time thing or..”
“No, they’re in FULL mommy-mode. I can hardly fit in anything!”
“Wow..” Kaylyn said slowly. “Is it all the time?”
“No, but once a day at least. They flow like a river if I’m really turned on though.”
“Well yeah, I suppose they would..”
“What really sucks is, it seems like I’m turned on more and more. It’s like I’m in heat or something. I’m ready to pull my hair out!
“Have you tried to get yourself off?”
“Like crazy. It’s not helping!”
“Well I guess you could always find some beach bum surfer guy to take it out on..”
“Oh cmon Kay, get real! For one, you know I don’t go for randoms. And for two, even if I did, it’s the worst possible time in my cycle anyway. If I go anywhere near a penis this week I’m in BIG trouble..”
“Insta-preg eh?”
“Definitely.”
“Bummer. ..I hate that week. I suppose using just a condom is still a little too risky..”
“Totally. ..It doesn’t matter anyway. I already told you, there’s no way I’m hookin up with some stranger off the beach.”
“..It’s pretty narrowed down then isn’t it.”
“Huh?”
“You already know what you want…Just admit it.”
“What’s that’s supposed to mean??”
“You know exactly what I mean. If you want it so bad then just go get it.”
“You mean Chase? Honestly! I’m really startin to think you’re messed up in the head! I’m his fucking mother, Kaylyn. He’s my own fucking son! What the hell is wrong with you??”
“Look Nicole, you’re the one who called ME remember? I’m Just tryin to help. And I’m not messed up in the head. You’re just pissy cuz you know it’s the truth and you’re afraid there’s something ‘wrong’ with YOU. It’s the whole reason you called me in the first place. Life’s a bitch, Nikki. It doesn’t mean you gotta be one too..”
“I know, I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to help. I’m just so confused and frustrated. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Just seeing the type of hunger in his eyes when he looks at me.. It feels like he’s burning right into to me. Like he’s making love to every inch of me with just a look. …And there I am soaking it in and gushing from head to toe about it! It scares the hell outta me, Kay! I’m terrified that i’m turning into the worst, most horrible mother in the world. I don’t know how to fix it. I mean, what would you do if you were me? If you were in my shoes wouldn’t you be just a little freaked out?”
“Well if I were you, and Chase was my son.. I think I’d feel the same way at first but, I’d probably work through it pretty quick. I see the whole issue a lot differently than you though…I think i’d maybe kind of embrace it..”
“But Kay, why?”
“I guess I just don’t see it as being a big tragic type of thing. Maybe kind of a happy one if it was a tragedy at all.. Nikki, you and Chase have something so many people only dream of. You’ve been better halves for so long that to me, it was only a matter of time before you kind of took a step toward one another. It just makes sense. Look, Chase worships the ground you walk on and you’re the only woman he’s ever loved. You’re also the most gorgeous woman he’s probably ever set eyes on, or ever will for that matter. And now, he’s come back from going out into the world, finding no one can stack up. I mean honestly, do you have any clue at all how you make other women look when they stand next to you? Can you blame the poor kid? Besides, I know for a fact that he’s the only man you’ve ever loved also. Knowing you, he’s probably the only one you ever will. ..And Nikki you’re not becoming a bad mother. In fact, I don’t think it would make you a ‘horrible mother’ at all. It might sound crazy but, for me, I think It would feel like I was being a better mother not a worse one…”
“Soooo… What are you saying?”
“We’ll you asked what I would do… I think you know what I would do..”
“Seriously though? Like for real?? ..You can’t be serious..”
“I’m dead serious!”
“OH Cmon!”
“You asked!” Kaylyn laughed. “..Honestly! I totally would. ‘Mama Kay’ would take care of business..”
“You’re not helping.”
“All I said is what I would do. I didn’t say it was something YOU should do.”
“So what ‘should’ I do then?”
“I say do what you wanna do. What that is, is up to you. Maybe nothing at all.”
“Um yeah, I’m leaning towards nothing at all.. At least you made me laugh anyway.. I’m too stressed out to think straight about any of it. So is there anything I’m missing out on up there?” Nikki asked, changing the subject.
“Not too much aside from Ang and her brother..”
“Oh?”
Kaylyn laughed. “Yeah! I was talkin with Jennifer the other day. She says she’s starting to ‘wonder’ about some things. Evidently, her husband has been spending a lot of time at his little sister’s apartment lately..”
“No way! Ang?” Nikki was shocked.
“Yup! No lie! Apparently, She’s been inviting him over almost every night since, oh about the end of last week! Hee!”
“I never would’ve thought Ang would..Oh my god. ” Nikki laughed.
“I know, right? That’s not all. Jennifer said that every time he goes over there, Angie’s boyfriend, Brian leaves the apartment right after Danny gets there. Then he comes back right before Danny leaves. I guess Brian told Jennifer he leaves because he wants to give them some ‘brother-sister time’. ”
“You mean her boyfriend’s in on it?”
“Totally!! He has to be! I guess he even volunteers to pick him up for her. Now THAT’S ‘boy-training’! Good boy!” Kaylyn laughed. “…Wouldn’t surprise me anyway. He seems laid back enough. Hell, maybe he’s the one that told her she should do it…Whatever the case, It’s all green lights for her to give her big brother a little ‘therapy.’
“Who knows? She certainly didn’t sit around deliberating that’s for sure.. But I suppose after getting what Kim sent her, I doubt it took much persuading..” Nikki giggled.
“I know!” Kaylyn laughed “She was SO worked up! Good for her though! She’s a little giver! …Uh oh I’d gotta run. The Brit just gave me the stink eye. I’m supposed to be on my way to the airport right now. Good luck dealing with your little situation down there.. And Nikki listen, try to relax a little okay?. At least try to enjoy the rest of your vacation. Love ya, ‘Sexy mama’! Hee!”
“Thanks deary, Love you too.”
Nikki put her phone in her back pocket and leaned against the bathroom door frame. She looked up, seeing herself in the mirror. She stepped into the bathroom studying herself in the reflection. Her eyes fell to the vanity and the white bikini top spread out on the countertop. Bringing her hands to her hips, she sighed heavily. She stood there thinking. After several minutes of grinding her teeth and swaying her hips from one side to the other, she reached for her phone.
“Chase, I’m goin out for awhile. How about I pick you up another pair of those shorts?”
“That’d be great, thanks! I love em.”
“Good! I’ll leave em in the room for ya. Do you wanna just meet up at the pavilion then?”
“Sounds good! I’ll need to stop back at the room later for a shower anyway.”
“Perfect! See ya then!”
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sexual awakening. further parts will be harder
I am working late at the office so you decide to bring me dinner. The door is locked so you tap lightly. I come out of one of the other offices into the main lobby. You can tell by the look on my face I look like I have already had a very long stressful day. I had not heard you tap on the glass door, I am so in thought about work, you tap again and it startles me out of my deep thoughts. I walk over to the door and you can physically watch the stress from the day drain away from my face and body, just seeing you. I unlock the door and step aside as you swing it open just enough for you to slide through. It’s a cold evening so I wrap my arms around myself to keep the chills from outside away. It doesn’t help, I start to shake from the cold. You see me shiver and walk over to me and ask me what is wrong. I tell you that I am cold and you say “come here, let me warm you up”. I walk over to you and you open the lapels of the coat that you are wearing as an invitation to wrap my arms around you and let you hold me to make me warm. With one arm around my back holding the two of us inside your jacket, the other one starts to stroke my hair, pulling back the small curls that have fallen to my face throughout the day. Your touch is so gentle that I barely feel your fingers. The clip that was holding my hair back is now in your hand as you set it down on the desk next to us. You unwind the length of my hair and let it cascade down my back, onto the arm still holding me against you. I feel so safe in your arms that I close my eyes and start to lean into your body more. You put your finger under my chin and pull my face up to yours for a kiss that makes my whole body shiver, but not from the cold. As you pull your lips away from mine, I moan longing for more. You ask me if I was hungry and I tell you that I haven’t eaten all day. You tell me to stay right where I am and go out the your truck for the picnic basket dinner that you brought, complete with mink blanket for the floor, candles for light, and a bottle of wine. You come back inside and I am standing waiting for you, shivering from the cold again. You lock the office door and take my hand, I follow you into my office. You shut the door, and lock it so that no one can interrupt us… just in case someone returns to the office tonight. You leave me long enough to lay out the blanket, light the candles and pour me a glass of wine. You take off your coat, kick off your cowboy boots, take my hand and lead me to the blanket to sit down. As I sit down you notice the look on my face from finally being off my feet. You take my legs, one at a time, to slide my four inch heels off my feet. I lean back and watch, sipping on my wine, you start to massage my feet. It is so relaxing that I lean against the desk for support and close my eyes. You put my feet back on the blanket and realize that I must have dozed off, because I don’t move. You take off you shirt and crawl over to where I am leaning against the desk, take the wine glass from my hand and softly kiss my lips. Sliding your hand under my blouse to feel my stomach and reach around my back to unclasp my bra. I feel the heat from your hand and lips and I start to stir. I open my eyes
and you look at me and smile… You tell me how beautiful I look completely relaxed. You sit back, take my legs and put them on either side of your hips, wrap my arms around your neck, your arms around my waist and tell me to hold on. You lift me onto your lap and stand up, carry me over to the end of the desk and sit me down. You unbutton my blouse and slide it down my shoulders… following it’s path with your tongue and lips. Again I shiver but not from the cold. My bra, having already been unclasped slides right down my arms. It is so chilly in the office that my nipples are hard. You reach down and take one into your mouth, rolling it between your teeth, flicking it with your tongue. You leave that one and go to the other one. You are standing between my knees as I sit on the edge of the desk. I reach up and start to unbutton your pants. God I love you in tight jeans. As I pull them down off your hips your manhood is staring my straight in the face. Hard as a rock, dribbling a little bit of come out of the tip. I reach with my tongue and lick the tip. You reach and grab a handful of my hair. I take your
cock into my hand and start to lick up and down, I put it in my mouth and slowly start to pull it down my throat. With your hand on the back of my neck, you help to guide it down my throat. You throw your head back and groan with ecstacy. The feel of my tongue ring drives you wild as I go up and down the entire length of your cock. You pull away. Your pants have fallen to the floor now and you kick them off. You stand me up and take my pants off of me. You lay me down on the blanket and lay down beside me. You take your finger tips and lightly run them over every part of me that you can reach. Teasing, touching but not letting your fingers linger in any one area. Lightly you touch my pussy lips, I cry out for you “aahhhhh Ron, touch me please” you slide your finger tip through my slit and find my clit, rub it, and work your way to the opening just a short distance away… burning for your touch. You find it and with no warning you insert two fingers, not to worry, you knew that I would be wet for you. As those fingers worked thier way in and out, I arched my back in pleasure. You pull them out and I moan. You look at me and ask me if I trust you… I tell you that I do, I know you would not hurt me. You had not let me see into your basket and you reach for it now,
pulling out a vibrator about 8 inches long. I ask what you have planned for it and you shake your head no at me. You pull out a blindfold and cover my eyes with it. Once done you start to tickle my whole body with the vibrator. Finally you get to the part of me that yearns to be touched, wants to feel full with your cock inside of me. Again you ask me if I trust you, and I say “yes” you pull my legs apart and start to work the vibrator into my pussy, the vibrations send me over the edge and I start to scream. You fuck me with it like I have never felt before. Twisting, pulling, shoving, licking my clit as you fuck me. “Omg I am going to cum
all over it.” You pull it out of me and thrust your cock into me so deep that I slide up on the blanket. As you fuck me and my pussy covers your cock with it’s juice, you pull out of me and turn me over to my stomach and pull my hips up off the floor. You insert your finger into my pussy and let it get nice and wet, you take it out and start to play with my asshole. I arch my back in surprise, and you tell me it will be ok, and to relax. You feel my muscles start to relax, and inserted your finger deeper into me. Once adjusted to your finger being inside of me you slip the tip of your cock into me, again I arch my back You tell me again to relax
and reach for the lube bottle in the basket. Pouring the lube onto my ass and the tip of your cock, it helps it to slide better. You push into me inch by inch, slowly, playing with my clit as you fill my ass with your cock. Finally all the way in to my ass, you give me the vibrator and tell me to put it in my pussy and turn it on. I reach between my legs and fill my pussy with the vibrator. You pull out a bit and thrust back into me… causing the vibrator to go deeper into my pussy. OMG the feeling is creating something that I have never felt before. Having both of my holes filled at the same time… You feeling the vibrations on your cock start to thrust deeper and harder into me… Telling me that you are going to cum, you want me to cum with you. You pull the vibrator out of my pussy and fill it with your cock, and fill my ass with the vibrator. You are fucking me so hard I can feel your balls hit my clit and it sends me over the edge again… “oh Ron, omg, fuck me, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me, don’t stop. You pulled the vibrator out of me. I reach back and grab your thighs and pull your body to mine as you cum all over inside my pussy and pull out long enough to thrust into my ass and cum in my ass too. As we colapse to the floor, you pull the blanket over us and kiss me softly. You tell me that I am amazing. Wrap your arms around me and hold me until we fall into a light sleep together.
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An eye opening life style change for my wife
A lonely river walk turns into a dangerous dark side affair.
I had Hope as a student, she was very pretty, very young, and was alluring too. There were many times I fantasied about her, wanted to be with, to the point that … well I never though would happen.
This is fiction. I have a lot respect for the Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, and the Girl Scouts. Their leaders are wonderful and give of themselves to help our young people grow up properly. Remember this is fiction.
This is my first attempt at erotica, so please be merciful. I wrote this story as a request from another member I met a while ago (I had a different account at the tme). If you like my writing and have a fantasy you’d like me to write into a story, don’t hesitate to ask. My only conditions are these:
-Nothing about underage kids (16 is the age of consent in my country)
-Nothing about animals (they cannot give consent)
-Nothing about people being violated or otherwise abused against their will. BDSM is fine, so long as all parties consent.
Anyway here is the story. Hope you enjoy!!
Andy’s Dad
Part I
The girls couldn’t help but giggle a little as they looked at the screen. At 18, neither Andy nor her best friend Amy had felt the pleasure of a man’s touch. Amy’s finger scrolled down on the mouse wheel, revealing even more pictures. Neither of them was giggling now; instead they both gazed intently at the men on the screens. Amy started to scroll to the next page when Andy stopped her.
“Wait,” she said, holding on to Amy’s wrist, “look at that one!”
Andy pointed at an older man, in his mid 40s perhaps. His hair had a touch of grey but his smile revealed the confidence of age and maturity. There was not a hint of discomfort in his face and unlike the others they had seen up until this point, he did not look like he was posing for picture. It almost seemed to Andy as if the photographer had caught him in a candid shot and yet, he also looked as if he knew he was being watched. Andy’s eyes roamed his body, and her hand had already begun moving between her legs when her friend broke her gaze.
“What’s so special about him?” She said. “He’s kinda old.”
“He’s just so sexy though,” Andy retorted, “look at his eyes. I bet he knows how to please a girl.”
Amy looked at her friend confusedly. “I guess so. What about this guy though? Look at those abs!”
The mouse cursor was restingon a young, hairless man, with sparking muscle and shoulder length blonde hair, a bright white smile, and an erection bigger than either of the girls had seen up until that point.
“Look at the size of that thing…” Amy said, engrossed by the sight of his engorged penis.
But Andy could not look away from the older man they had come across. He was perfect in her eyes and the moisture between her legs confirmed her attraction. She knew she’d soon have to satiate her desires and could hardly keep her hands from drifting into position in her friend’s presence. ‘Amy must feel the same way’ she thought, looking down between her friend’s legs. Amy was totally absorbed by the man she examining on screen and hardly noticed Andy’s gaze. Andy stood up to go.
“I think I should go see if dad needs help with dinner.” She said.
“Sure.” Said Amy, eyes still fixed on the screen. “That’s a good idea.”
Andy smiled to her self as she left her friend’s room. “Bye Amy” she called back, “don’t forget our movie night tomorrow!”
“Ok. You too.” Amy yelled back disinterestedly.
Andy walked at a steady pace towards her father’s house. The southern California sun was hot, but it was the image of the older man which had Andy sweating today. As she turned the at the end of Amy’s street she felt a cool breeze lift her skirt up slightly and cool the inside of her thighs. That was when she realized the extent of her wetness. She needed to get home, she needed to take her skirt and panties off, she needed to satisfy herself and she needed to to it fast. Her pace quickened. She could feel the sweat now dripping down from her neck and behind her ears, slowly making its way down inbetween her perky breasts. She could not get that image out of her mind. The chest, strong and chiseled, the dark trail of hair leading down to his not yet erect penis, the grey eyes, which seemed to shoot beams of confidence and sexual energy out at her, and the masculine hands, worn from years of work, but still energetic and searching for a place on her body to rest. She finally opened the front door and was hit by a wave of cold air conditioned air.
“Andy! Is that you?” Her father yelled out from the living room. No time to talk. She had already started making her way up stairs to her room.
“Andrea!” He yelled out again. “Are you ok?”
She had made to the top of the stairs and turned around to find her dad looking up at her from below.
“I’m fine dad. I just need to change out of these sweaty clothes.”
“I’ve never seen you in such a rush.” He answered. “You look flushed. Are you sure everything’s ok?”
Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was her excited sexuality. Whichever it was, Andy knew she was no longer looking at her dad the same way she had done this morning when she kissed him on the cheek before heading to school. The hair around his temples had greyed a little. Her mother’s infidelity had made the past year difficult for him; she had found a younger man. For the first time since her mother’s betrayal, Andy had noticed, or at least thought she noticed, the sexual tension in her father’s countenance. She knew he had not been with a woman since her mother and, now more than ever, felt not only the emotional turmoil in his heart, but the sexual frustration in his step. His hazy blue eyes looked up at her and seemed to search her body, once resting on her breasts, once on her smooth, shapely legs, and finally on her slightly parted lips.
“Are you ok?” He repeated.
“Y-yes, daddy.” She replied meekly. “I just need to get out of these clothes.”
“Oh.”
“Because they are sweaty. And it’s hot.” She immediately added nervously.
“Ok honey.” He said, as he began turning back towards the living room.
“Oh one more thing dear. Don and I are going out to a pub tonight so you’ll have to make your own dinner tonight.”
“Ok dad,” Andy answered as she rushed into her room.
She closed her curtains and began tearing off her clothes as quickly as she could. She stood for a moment, completely naked, her arms and legs spread out, and let the cool air engulf her hot sweaty body. Her nipples hardened as the sweat evaporated from her heaving tits. She closed her eyes and slowly began running her hands down the length of her body, over her breasts and hardened nipples and down towards her wet pussy. The first touch sent shivers through her body. She began gently sliding her fingers between her lips, careful not to put slide them too deep into her young pussy. She had done this a few times before, but never had she been so aroused, so captivated by the image of the older man. She began moaning as she imagined his fingers exploring her young pussy. She was possessed by this image; he was the manifestation of sex in her mind. She could hardly feel the pain as she bit down on the fingers of her left hand, while her right furiously beat against her throbbing clit. With her eyes still closed and her mind overcome by images of well experienced hands holding her down, penetrating her, taking her to the heights of pleasure, she mounted a pillow on her bed and began frantically thrusting her hips across its surface. Torrents of pleasure rushed through her as she reached the height of sexual ecstasy.
As the orgasm dissipated she realized it was not the man she had seen on Amy’s computer she was imagining. The man who she just imagined herself riding, the man who had made her cum so violently was her father. She looked down at the stain on her pillow in amazement. The shuffling of feet behind her door made no impression on her.
Part II
Andy lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The initial shock had long been replaced by a sense of shameless curiosity. Her thoughts were nebulous, impossible to penetrate or identify. She could hardly tell what she was thinking and only knew how she felt. She recognized the thirst she had awakened that afternoon. She knew it could no longer be quenched by the beating of her hands or the swaying of her hips against fabric. Deep down she knew only one thing would satisfy her young desire, though she dare not admit it openly to herself.
Just as she felt the warmth once again returning to her loins, her phone’s vibrating shook her violently from her sexual reverie. It was Amy. The text read “Jose finally asked me out!!!” Andy knew Amy had been waiting a long time for her crush, but could not share in her friend’s excitement. In fact she could hardly understand why her friend was so interested in these boys. They held no fascination for her, no mystery. Arrogant, yet insecure, brash, yet cowardly, incapable of holding a conversation and interested only in themselves. She needed someone confident and interesting, someone to show her the world, while shielding her from its dangers. She knew exactly who she was imagining.
It was about 6 in the evening when Andy got out of bed, dressed in pjs and left her room, having satisfied herself as best she could without the aid of the man she had been dreaming of. She weakly walked down stairs, her legs trembling with every step, and poured a glass of cold water. The afternoon’s ecstasies had left her muscles weakened and tired. She dropped herself on the couch and turned on the tv. Stock market news. Her dad kept a close watch on the endless ebb and flow of stocks. Though these numbers would help determine her future, they held little meaning to her in youth. She cycled through a few channels, eventually landing on the ‘family channel’ and yet another preteen drama. She remembered enjoying these shows as a child and watching them now held a certain sort of nostalgic pleasure. She knew that the plots were poorly thought out and that the acting left something to be desired, but nevertheless, felt comfortable watching. Without thinking she crossed her legs, as she had done many years ago, and instinctively smiled at the weak attempts at humor coming from her tv. Yet, something was different now. The characters seemed over sexualized to her. The oldest in this show was no more than 13 and yet already had a boyfriend. Andy thought about herself at the age. She had no interest in boys. At 18, she still hadn’t had a boyfriend. She suddenly felt uneasy and turned the tv off.
She walked back up the stairs towards her room. Perhaps the internet would afford a few hours of entertainment instead. She drearily walked past the bathroom door, but doubled back when something caught her eye. Her dad had forgotten to close the door. It was slightly ajar. At first she decided to ignore it and started towards her room, but her curiosity was too strong. She tip toed her way towards the bathroom door, trying as hard as she could not to make a noise. The opening only gave her a view of the mirror and all she could see the reflection of the shower curtain. She could hear her dad inside drying off with a towel but could not see anything. Andy slowly adjusted her viewing angle, standing flat against the wall.
Her eyes widened as they found what they had been looking for. Her dad was drying off his dark hair, dripping wet and completely naked. Her heart began to race. She scanned his powerful body with her eyes. He had the body of a swimmer, if not for the black hair that covered his chest and ran down his stomach. She watched as beads of water ran danced through chest hair and ran past strong abs towards his long soft member. It hung there, limp, swaying with the movement of his arms as he furiously dried his hair. She watched as a single bead emerged from the hair around its base, and slowly tricked down the shaft, getting caught at the lip of the head, before forcing its way over, and sliding off his head as though it reached an imaginary target. The path it blazed was singed in her memory and in that moment she imagined it making its way down his thick shaft more times than she could even count. Andy was so mesmerized with what she was seeing that she did not even notice the wetness between her thighs. She swallowed the entire image, not allowing a single moment to escape her memory. Her eyes rested on every feature of his body, his nipples, hardened from the cold, his slender, toned thighs, his sculpted abs, covered by a thin layer of black hair, his biceps, flexing as his hands gripped the moistening toil, and his genitals bobbing with each motion. She had never seen a more perfect image of masculinity and sexual energy. Andy wanted nothing more than to burst into the bathroom and throw herself at him, offering her body as a sacrifice to the adonis she saw before her. She could almost feel his firm grip around her waste and his deep voice directing her every motion. Lost in her fantasies, her right hand had, without her bidding, found its way into her panties. Her middle finger circled her clit furiously. She looked back inside the bathroom and saw that he had turned away from her and had one leg raised on the edge of the bathtub. Her hand slowed as she took in this new image. His back was to her and she could see his butt for first time and, with legs slightly parted, his swaying ballsack as well. With her left hand she reached forward, almost hoping for a touch. He might as well have been a mile away but she could not help but hope. Without warning he turned around and looked directly at the mirror for the first time.
“Andy is that you?” He said, puzzled.
She immediately pulled her hand out of her pants and scurried off to her room, not daring to provide an answer to his inquiry. Her body burned with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she had watched for so long! Why not get your fill and leave! Why sit there and watch when you know he will eventually see you! She had been transfixed by his nakedness and could not hope to answer these questions. She rushed into her room and shut the door, breathing heavily, her cheeks flaming red. She paced around the room not know what to do next. Does she go back out there and act like nothing happened? Does she simply stay in her room until the next morning and hope he forgets? But how could he forget something like that? She slumped onto her bed not knowing what to do. Then came a knock at her door.
“Andy?” His deep voice said.
“Yes dad?” She meekly offered back.
“I’m heading out now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, ok sweetie?”
“Ok.” She could barely muster up the word.
“Love you dear” he said as he walked away.
“You too dad” she whispered.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he simply wouldn’t mention what happened. Maybe he was just as embarrassed as she was. Either way she was glad he did not bring it up. She was also glad that she had the rest of the evening to recall what she had seen and the privacy to enjoy it as thorougly as she pleased.
-Stay tuned for part III-
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I shot a few hoops in the park with my friend, Marcus and Alex. Usually, I’m in the lead, but this time I’m dead last.
“Hey, is anything wrong?” Marcus asks me. “Normally you have a much better game than this.”
“I know that I normally whoop your ass in Basketball, but you do seem to be off your game.” Ahh, Alex obviously has some memory trouble. “Trouble at home?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, if that bitch of a step-mother gives you any trouble, then tie her up and teach her a little lesson with your ‘thing.'” If only Alex knew, minus the tying her up, though that’s not a bad idea.
“I think she’d enjoy that.” I say laughing.
“He got you there, Alex.” Marcus starts laughing as well.
“How about that daughter of hers?” Alex puts and a face of a man thinking really perverted things. “I would mind having sex with that all night long.”
“I think she might.”
“You ain’t one of my girls, so you wouldn’t understand.”
“You mean one of those poor girls.”
They argue like this all the time and I’ve learned it’s better to walk away before I get sucked in.
I begin thinking about this morning when Lily snuck into my room to get a taste of my cock. She’s definitely sees me as her best source to be satisfied and reach an orgasm. Without me, she’ll remain relatively unsatisfied. And I took her off me when she got on because I’m not going to be her little boy toy. She’ll probably want to fuck me when I get home, but if I continue to say no, she should get more and more frustrated and also more and more turned on. Nothing makes someone want something more than not be able to have it. I just need to find another source for me lust and that’s Lucy. And she’ll be mine soon enough.
As I walk home, I see a sex shop and decide to go in. I’ve never been here, then again, I am under 18. I look around until I find something that catches my interest. A remote control vibrating dildo chastity belt. Try saying that five times fast. I pick up the item and head to the counter to buy.
The cashier asks my age and I respond with 20… and by 20, I mean a 20 dollar bill. He says I look young for my age. A bad attempt at humor. Then I head on home.
When I arrive home at about 5’o clock and Lily welcomed me back with open arms… and legs, too. Thought so.
“Welcome home, Lucas.” She walks up to me with a big smile on her face and tries to slip her hand into my pants.
“No,” I say as I grab her hand before in enters my pants.
Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind fucking this bitch, but she the kind of woman that could fuck a man for a week, get tired of him, and just dump him like a bad cold. That is is not going to be me. so I adopted the philosophy of a show I used to watch this show called “The Dog Whisperer.” And in the show, Caesar would do dominating things to make those bitches do what he wanted. During walks, he was in front, because the walks were for him, the bitch was lucky enough to come along. When we fuck, it’s for me, she should be happy joinning in. And he did it with a calm-assertive energy. And that’s what I’m doing for this bitch. When I fuck her, it’s because I want to, whether she wants to or not and I’ll do it with a cool calm-assertive energy.
“Huh, I don’t understand.” I didn’t think so. She isn’t used to rejection. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Nope,” the moment I said that, her face became red with anger.
“WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN!” Hahaha, she’s pissed.
“It means I don’t want to fuck you, you old hag.” She was actually in her early thirties, but when you call a woman over twenty “old” in any context, it’s like a slap in the face.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING OLD?” See what I mean.
“Well, you’re the only other person in this house, so I’d say you.”
“You sure sure you can handle it, you little bastard.” She tries recomposing herself. “After having sex with me, sex with normal girls are hardly enough to satisfy.” I would know, she was my first, but it was incredible.
“I could say the same to you. You seems unable to not to have sex with me. I wonder how long you can handle it?”
“I’ve conquered bigger and better men then you. You’ll be my little boy toy soon enough.”
“And you’ll be my little bitch on your hands and knees, long be that ever happens.” I then head to my room to check out the specifications for my new little toy.
After about a hour or two, I hear my father shout my name. I head down stairs to see what got his panties in a bunch. Apparently Lily told him, that I told her that I hate her. She’s even has crocodile tears. Not bad, she’d be a good actor. Wife and mother not so much. He ask me if that’s true and I say yes and that I hate him, too.
Was she trying to get back at me, then she doesn’t know that I hate that man, too, and that I don’t ever listen to him. I’m only living here for the food and shelter.
Later that night, I start wonder about how I can get Lucy? I don’t want to go in and say get on your back so I can fuck you. I want to do it less like a sexually abusive brute and more savvy. She’s not her mother. I don’t want her calling the cops or anything. You know what, we’ve never really talked to each other. All I really know about her is that she’s very meek and shy. Well, no time like the present. I’ll head to her room and if she’s awake, I’ll talk and get to know her, if not, I’ll search for her diary or something.
I walk across the hall and peek inside to see if she’s asleep. I what I see gets me quite the hard-on. She’s on her bed with only a pair of panties around her ankle and rubbing her clit. She’s letting off soft moans as she pleasures herself. But the most shocking, well not that shocking considering who’s daughter she is, is that she’s also talking about me.
“Lucas, I’m so sorry for everything.” What’s she apologizing to me for. “I’m so about what my mother did to you. So please don’t hate me. I’ll be you worthless little bitch.”
That explains a lot, I guess. Either way, it makes my job a lot easier. So I decide on just walking on in.
The moment I walk in and shut the door behind me, she sees me and true white. She tries cover herself with her hands and then with her blanket. “Wh-What can I do for you?”
“I think you know what you can do for me.” I say with a big grin on my face as I approach her bed. “Now, show me those titties.”
With her head drooped in shame, she releases the covers. As the covers fall, her tits become exposed. They’re quite impressive, considering her age being 14.
I put my hand to her chin and lift she face so that we can make I contact. “If you want me to forgive you, then you know what must be done.” After I utter those word, I place my hand on her tit and start squeeze. She lets out a soft moan and begins to loosen up.
I remove the covers and get on top of her. Releasing my cock, I begin to tease the rims of her wet cunt with the tip of my cock.
“Tell me what you want.” I whisper in her ear.
“F-For you to have sex with me.” She’s so nervous, she begins to cover her face with her hands, but I grab them and pin them down as I penetrate her juicy cunt. She let’s out a giant moan the moment I pierce her. “Oh, God!”
My thrust start out slow, but they gradually pick up pace as she just takes it.
I see tears fall down her face and ask, “Am I too much for you?”
“No, but you are the biggest and most powerful man, I’ve fucked.” So she’s not a virgin.
“Then why are you crying.”
“Because I’m so happy you don’t hate me.” She definitely has self-esteem issues.
“Don’t worry, just be my bitch and do as I say, and I’ll always love you.” I really don’t know what I was worried about. She’s so easy. Just like her mother.
She moans and pants out loud without care as she wraps her legs around me. My dad and the bitch are heavy sleepers. I just continue to fuck her like a wild animal as I begin to nibble on her neck. I can feel her pussy orgasm.
“You just came, you dirty girl.”
“That was my first orgasm.”
“Tell me, who’s bitch are you?” Like I need to ask.
“I’m yours.”
“I can’t here you.”
“I’M YOUR BITCH, LUCAS!” Music to my ears.
I feel myself about to cum, I lasted longer than yesterday, so I take my cock out of her cunt and put it in front of her face. Release my load onto her face. It’s quite the sight. A woman’s face covered in your cum.
I wipe some of my cum of her face and then feed it to her. She was reluctant, but she soon tastes it and seems to enjoy it and begins to feast on the rest.
“Tomorrow afternoon, we’re going to do this again, got it.” She nods yes and starts to fall sleep. I leave her room for mine and lock the door. I don’t want you-know-who getting satisfied by my dick. And go to bed.
The next morning, I wake up to the bitch sucking my dick again.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” I shout.
She taking my dick out of her more, starts stroking it, and says, “Blow Job.” Deja vu.
“I mean why… and how did you get in her. I locked the door.”
“I’m horny and I picked the lock.” She then gets backs to sucking me off again.
I slap her in the face, I must admit the vibration of slapping her face with my cock in it feels good, and kick her off.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?”
“A horny bitch that can’t take no for an answer.”
I get dressed, right in front of her and go out to hang with my friends.
I get back home after playing with my friends, I her sounds coming from the bitch’s room. Nothing out of the ordinary there, except she’s shouting, like she doesn’t care who hears, about her current partners impotence. And she sounds pissed.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU QUICKSHOT, PENCIL DICK!?” She sounds pissed, but I can’t help but smiling.
“I-I’m sorry, but you’re, um, so much me aggressive today.” I believe that’s Johnny Ryder I hear? It’s hard to recognize his voice without his cocky attitude. “I-I’ll keep trying.”
“WHY!? YOU SURE AS HELL CAN’T SATISFY ME! OR ANY WOMEN FOR THAT MATTER!” That must have hurt Johnny’s pride. And then I heard Johnny crying in pain. She must have hurt something else. “GET OUT!!”
The door open and I see Johnny wobble out holding his balls with one hand and his clothes with the other hand as I’m leaning against the wall with a wide grin on my face.
“U-U-Uh, Lucas you might be wonder why I’m walking out of parent’s room like this.”
“Not really. You’re just a quickshot with a pencil dick how can’t satisfy that slut so she kicked you in the balls and kicked you out.” After I utter those words, he hurry’s downstairs as he puts on his clothes. Pathetic.
The whore pops out of the room as naked as the morning is bright. Her hair was all of the place and she was emitting an aura of anger and frustration as she looked at me with eyes like she wanted to chop off my dick.
“What the fuck do you want, mama’s boy?”
“I thought you could be satisfied without me?”
“I could, but Johnny has a 1 inch penis.”
“‘Could’ meaning you can no longer?” I so enjoy pissing her off. “And if I remember correctly, didn’t you say he Johnny had a big fat cock?”
“You memory is as fucked up as you, you little brat.” She’s almost at some kinda breaking point. I can feel it. “And now’s not the time to try me, got it. Now unless you want to get into this room and take that micro dicks place, get the fuck out of my face.”
She then slams the door and I head to my room. I need to plan to prepare for Lucy. She’s basically mine already, but still, I am a horny teenage boy. And tomorrow, Lily will be mine as well.
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