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A Fathers Love

My Daddy always loved me. For as long as I can remember. Mom was never really around, she was always busy doing something else. Something that never seemed to include my dad and me. She didn’t even sleep in the same room as him most of the time – and that was if she was even home, which most of the time she wasn’t.
It was my father who took the time with me. Who loved me and cared for me. Always making sure I had everything I needed, and was properly cared for, provided for and loved. Growing up I had everything a girl could want. The perfect pink room, with all the stuffed animals and dolls I could ask for, with a princess bed, and a bathroom joined to my room. It happened to also go into the room that daddy slept in. Mom’s room was the Master, but he said he didn’t mind, and that it was better this way.
As I got older, Mom was around less and less, and Daddy spent more and more time with me. He always said to anyone who asked that he was making up for my lack-of a mother. I didn’t mind or notice her missing though. I loved my daddy, and that’s all that mattered.
One night before bed as I sat in the bath talking to my Daddy who sat on the floor beside me, I asked why at 10 years old , nearing 11, he still helped me in the bath every night, as most of my girlfriends were at the point where they were embarrassed to even be seen in a full swim suit by their fathers.
He explained that by this point in a girls life, a mother normally takes over, and explains and teaches the young girl of all the things it means to be a woman. And of relationships between men and women, and the changes already happening in my body. He told me that because my own mother wanted no real part in my life, that he new from when I was still an infant that this would fall to him. And he didn’t mind. He was actually happy that it had fallen to him. But because it had fallen on him, he said that he always tried to be really close with me, even when I was little, so that I would always be comfortable around him, and could show and talk to him about anything. Anything at all.
I only really understood part of what he meant by this at this time, but I trusted my Daddy, and knew that he knew what was best for me.
I asked him to teach me right then, but he told me that I had to wait, that even though I was almost 11, I was still a little young to learn everything of being a grown woman, but that he would teach me as the time became right.
I was a little upset at his answer, and asked to get out of the bath right away, so that I could go to bed, read, and think about what he had said. I could tell he was a little disappointed, but as we did every night, he turned the shower on to rinse the bubbles from my bath off as he stood outside the tub getting wet. He then continued to shampoo and rinse my hair, then put in the conditioner. He then lathered up and cleaned my who body, as I was used to before rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, and turning off the water. Then wrapping me in the towel, and holding me as I stepped out so that I wouldn’t slip on the wet floor, he then dried me off, and sent me to my room where I put on my pyjama’s and got into bed.
After about an hour, like normal he came in, kissed me goodnight and turned out all the lights, making sure I was safely tucked in for the night.
And life went on, as it does, continuing much the same way.
A few months later I asked him when he would begin teaching me, as I had been asking about once a week ever since that night in that bath. Finally frustrated with me, he told me “If you want a number so bad, lets say 13. Understood? Do not ask again!”
I was shocked at his outburst, and never did ask again.
Again, life went on.
Shortly after my 12th birthday, I came home to life-changing events. My mom was home, I saw her car in the driveway! This is the first time I had seen her in over a month. I was excited and scared at the same time. For the last 6 months or so, every time she came around it was never good., but none-the-less, she was my mother.
I walked in the door, and instantly knew that this visit wasn’t going to be any better than the last few. She was screaming at my Dad, and I instantly wanted to turn and leave. She had seen me though, and started to tell me to turn around, that we were leaving.
I asked where she was taking me, where were we going? She had never taken me anywhere in my memory, and I was more than a little confused. She told me that we were moving. She had bought a house for me and her, and she was taking me there.
I immediately started to cry. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t really know her, and I knew that Daddy wasn’t going to be allowed to come. I cried and cried. I cried so hard I had to sit down on the floor. Finally I heard my daddy’s voice. He was calmly trying to get my mother to calm down. He was trying to get her to see reason, to say what I just couldn’t find the words to say. That I didn’t know her. That I didn’t understand why or what she was doing. And that I was scared.
My mother would have none of it though. She grabbed my arm, and tried to pull me up, screaming at me to get in the car. I couldn’t seem to move. Finally after what seemed like hours, but I know couldn’t have been, she gave up, and stomped out the door, leaving it wide open.
She opened her car door, and then paused, looking back into the house, where she stated, so that we could hear, but not quite yelling, that she would NOT be coming back, and that I would never see her again. She then climbed in her car and left. And true to her word, she has not returned, or even tried to contact me ever again.
Daddy seemed shocked, he then walked to the front door, closed it and locked it. He then sat down on the floor, wrapped me in his arms and held me as I cried.
I wondered if I should have gone with her, but as soon as I felt my daddy’s arms around me, I knew I had made the right decision.
Eventually I stopped crying, and Daddy went and ordered delievery for dinner, as there wasn’t going to be any cooking going on that night.
Neither one of us ate much that night, and I quickly asked for my bath after dinner. Sooner than normal, but I just didn’t feel right.
My bath went like normal, me quite sad. I knew what had happened, and realized I would never see my mother again, and while that was upsetting, it was also comforting.
I asked Daddy as he was towelling me dry that night if it was wrong that I was kind of happy that mom was gone.
He told me that there was nothing wrong with what I was feeling, and that it would all be alright.
That night, I didn’t sleep. I lay all alone in my bed, wide awake. Daddy checked on me a few times, but I was always awake. I don’t think he slept that night either.
The next morning I was really tired. Daddy called me in sick at school, and put me back in bed. Finally I managed to fall asleep, when I woke up, I could hear daddy on the phone. He must have been talking with someone at my school, because he was explaining what had happened the night before, and that I probably wouldn’t be in for a couple of days. I was relieved to know I could stay home and be with him until I was ready to go back to school.
I feel asleep happy knowing my daddy was protecting and loving me.
Later he woke me up for my dinner and bath, and I will admit, I was still pretty sleepy.
I stumbled my way through dinner, but perked up once I was in the bath.
I asked him if he still loved me, even though it meant Mom would never come home again.
He told me he did.
I asked him why she left.
He told me it’s because of him.
I asked what he meant
He explained that it’s because no one ever taught her how to be a good wife and mother, and he never taught her either. So it wasn’t all her fault but part his.
I didn’t know what to say to that, and just sat quietly in the tub.
Finally he talked again.
He told me that he was going to teach me different. That he would help me be a good wife and mother, so that when I had kids, I wouldn’t do the same thing to them that she had done to me.
I smiled at that.
At that Daddy reached across into the tub and gave me a big kiss on the lips. It kind of shocked me, and I looked at him with questions in my eyes.
He then asked me if I was ready to begin learning.
I asked him what he meant, and he repeated his question.
I was still confused though, and I told him so.
He told me that he knows he had said he wouldn’t start teaching me until I was 13, but that due to what had happened, he felt that I should start learning sooner so that I wouldn’t get into my mom’s bad habits.
When he said this I remembered our earlier conversations, and agreed right away.
At this he smiled, and kissed me again.
He said that he might take it a little slower than planned, but that he would teach me everything I needed to know.
He then asked me if I was ready to start right then, or if I would like to wait till morning, and have one more night being Daddy’s innocent little girl first.
I told him I was more than happy to start right away, afterall Mom had left both of us, and we needed each other.
Again Daddy smiled.
He told me then to stand up, as he had to clean me.
Daddy took an extra long time cleaning me that night, and it kind of tickled to be honest.
After when he was drying me, he told me I was to go to my room, and sit on my bed wrapped in the towel, well he went and changed some things in the house.
I nodded, and walked off to my room. Wondering what Daddy was about to do.
After what seemed like forever, daddy finally came into my room. He had a big shopping bag with him.
He explained that these were new clothes for me, and that he would get me more in the next week or so, but this was enough to start. He also said that I was not to wear what I had in my closet and dresser, as those were kid clothes, and I was no longer a little kid. He then sat down on my bed, and removed my towel. He then pulled out a really nice night-shirt made of lace and silk, and told me to put it on. It barely covered my bum. I blushed a little, but daddy explained that this is what wives wear to bed. At this I smiled, and tried to climb into bed, as I figured he was putting me to bed like normal.
He stopped me though. He told me that wives sleep with their husbands, and that I was now to sleep in his bed. I was really happy at this and gave him a really big hug.
He also told me that the rules were changing, as I was now growing up. He said there would be more changes as I learned, but these were the basics:
1. No more playing or being with boys UNLESS daddy was around and supervising.
2. I was no longer aloud to have little kid baths. I would shower from now on, or have baths with daddy in them too. This excited me, cause Daddy never got in the bath with me!
3. For the next little bit he would help me, but by my 13th birthday I would be doing all the cooking for dinner and desserts, as well as all the housecleaning. This I wasn’t so happy about, but he explained this is what a good wife does.
4. I was no longer to sleep in pyjamas. I was to sleep in what I was told was ‘sleepwear” like what I had on, or naked. But that was it. And if Daddy requested something, that is what I would wear instead. This confused me a bit, but if that’s what wives did….
5. I was always to do as I was told, and to do it quickly. If not, then he would treat me like the baby I was acting like, and swiftly spank me on the bare bottom.
6. That these rules would change as I learned and changed, and they must be followed as they changed.
I was happy with this, and told him so. I told him that from the kids at school, I knew that husbands and wives had sex, and that that is how babies are made.
He laughed at this, which confused me a little bit.
He then asked if I knew what sex was, and I told him no, which again made him laugh.
I asked him if he would teach me, and he told me he would, but not all at once, as if I did things to quickly, then I wouldn’t learn right, and that wasn’t good for anyone.
He also told me that I wouldn’t have to worry about school for a while, as he was going to take me out until the following school year. This excited me, as I never much liked school anyways. He said I would still be in school, but a different type of school, and that made me happy even though there was still school.
As we had been talking for a while, I was getting tired, as it was past when I normally went to sleep. I yawned and daddy chuckled. He said that since I was learning to be a wife, that I would likely be staying up later, but because I was still young, that he would let me sleep in in the mornings. This made me happy, as I rarely got to sleep in…or stay up late!
Daddy saw my eagerness, and smiled, and said that it was time for bed. I sighed, and went to walk to my new bed…in Daddy;s room!
I pulled down the covers and went to get in, but Daddy told me to stop. I was a little confused.
He said that because I was still a ‘virgin’ – I’d never heard this word before, that I had to wear panties to bed. Once I wasn’t though, then I could go to bed without them. I went to go get mine, but he stopped me and reminded me, that I wasn’t to wear my clothes anymore. I was a little shocked that this meant my panties too, but he reached into the bag and pulled out panties I had never seen before. He explained that it was called a thong, and helped me put it on. He then showed me where my new clothes would be….though right now all I could see where more of these “thongs” and the night-shirts like what I had on. There were a few other things, but I was too tired to really notice.
He saw this, and smiled, and told me to take off my top, and to go to bed.
I smiled at this, and quickly did as I was told. I neatly put my new top on the back of a chair though, as I figured he would be upset if I just threw it on the floor like normal. I then crawled into bed, and got under the covers.
Daddy then took off all his clothes too, and when he saw the shock on my face, he told me that he wasn’t a virgin, so he would be sleeping naked, without underwear. I just shrugged my shoulders and rolled over. He then turned out the lights, and crawled into bed with me. He then snuggled up behind me. This shocked me, especially as I could feel his body touching mine, and I could feel his penis on my bum.
I squirmed a bit, which made his penis twitch. Finally he roughly told me to lay still.
It was hard though, and I told him why, and he laughed. I didn’t know what I said was so funny.
He told me that if I promised to lay really still and go to sleep, that he would put his penis – but he called it a cock, and said I was to call it that too, that he would put his cock between my bum cheaks, just resting, so it couldn’t bother me anymore.
This made sense, so I agreed.
He slowly spread my bum cheaks apart, which felt weird, Daddy touching me that way, especially as he pushed the blankets down so he could see better. He slowly spread them apart, and then gently placed his cock between them, and let the go back around it.
I could feel wetness, and asked him if he had peed on me.
He chuckled and explained that it was something called precum. And that he would explain more on that later. He also said that he was so happy I was learning now, that he might actually cum in the night, and that if he did, not to worry, that it just meant he was extra happy.
This made me happy, and I nestled back into him, causing his cock to rub in my ass cheaks a bit, which felt pretty good.
He then reached one hand around me, and cupped my growing breasts in his hands, and told me to go to sleep.
By this point I was so tired, I didn’t need to be told again, and almost instantly feel asleep. Laying there with his cock in my ass cheaks, holding my boobs, felt so good and safe, that I couldn’t stop the sleep.
I slept like that all night. Waking the next morning to a sticky spot on my new underwear. I figured this meant that I had made daddy really happy, even though he was no longer in bed with me.
Little did I know what was to come.

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i know its not as good as some of the others but i gave it a shot.. comment on pointers or whatever about this.. hope you enjoy
Woke up around noon. Noticing the massive nigger cock rubbing against my face. At first I didnt know what to do. I laid there in shock as to what was happening. At first i didnt know who it was but wasnt rejecting the idea. I thought to myself “what a surprising yet wonderful way to wake up”. He coughed, then I immediatly knew who it was.. My sisters husband. His cock was about as round as a 12 yr olds arm. “massive” for a cock and about as long as I dont know what. 11″-13″ maybe. At the time I awoke it wasnt fully hard yet. as if he had just started. I lay there acting as if i was asleep still. but im sure he could tell I was awake. With my heavier than normal sleep breathing pattern. Then i felt his hand couress my cest and make his way down my boxers. He fondled me for a moment or two while still rubbing his cock on my face as if he was wanting to wake me up. Then some thing startled him. I heard a vibrating sound simulare to a cell phone. That it was, he answered his phone and I listened to every word. it went something like this. Nigger- “yeah, I’m here Getting ready”. I thought to myself, getting ready for what? Nigger- “I’m gonna start without out y’all if ya’ll dont hurry up”. Huh strat what exactly? was my thoughts. Nigger-“yeah i brought it so dont worry Bro. Tell the others I’ll get him primed and ready” W-wh-what i thought to myself. All i could think about was whatever was about to happen is deffinatly gonna be a life changer and boy was i right. he mumbled something else which i couldnt understand the hung his phone up.. Then his massive fully rock hard cock slapped me in the face. again and again i lay there acting asleep then something happened that was for sure going to blow my cover. i felt the urge to sneeze. OMG i thought “sleeping ppl dont sneeze” I tried hard to controll myself but it was too great and i sneezed. He stopped slapping me and there was a long pause on his end. He knew i was awake and spoke to me.. saying “game time” i replied “time for what” acting as if i didnt know what he did or the conversation that had just ended with whoever on the phone.. “time to take this dick in your mouth white bitch” OMG OMG i cant believe this is happening.. i never really thought about guys before and never cared to be gay but for some reason i couldnt deni the fact that i was turned on by this. he pressed the head of his dick up against my lips. told me to “open wide. ” which i more than willingly abliged him. i opened my mouthto take his massive cock. it filled every empty space in my mouth. i couldnt believe how good his dick tasted. He grabbed the back of my head tilted it back and began to shove his dick down my throat. i gaged on it everytime he thrusted in. almost on the verge of throwing up. then i noticed he was fucking my mouth. tells me how good i felt, that i must be a natural. which i was nothing of the sort, being the first cock i’ve ever tasted.. now while all this was going on and happening so fast i didnt even realize my dick was hard till i felt a hand coressing it. but how could that be he was holding my head with both of his hands. i didnt even look to see who it was i just went with it. as he pumped my mouth i heard him talking to someone. not caring who or what he was talking to about. i just stayed the course and sucked his dick..then i heard what sounded like 3 other voices all males. i heard zippers being undone then thought to myself what a crazy moment this will be. deffinitly not a story my grand children will hear.. But as i sucked his dick i felt hands courresing my body. one hand on my dick another on my balls another on my ass and 3 more rubbing my body. a new voice spokeup and said bend over white bitch. so i got up an bent over on my knees laying on the bed. i heard a bottle top pop open and the feeling on harm oil on my ass. i thought for a min as if i was a woman fixing to get my cherry popped. and boys was i right. i felt 3 hard massive dicks slapping my ass. and then a hand massaging oil on my ass working a finger in my man hole. me being sexually indept i knew not to tighten up or get tense so i just remained calm and lose. i felt a finger enter my ass OMG it felt so good. never have i felt this kind of extacy before. he moved his finger back and forth moving it faster.. maybe wanting to see my willingness. IDK but before i knew it his finger was out and the head of his cock butting against my hole.the guy that was fucking my mouth topped for a breif moment as the other nigger slowly shoved his cock in my ass. i gave out a deep toned yelp in pain but after his head was in it was smooth sailing. he burried it deep i guess it was about 11 inches cause i felt him in my stomach. as my ass was proped up in the air my face burirnd in the pillows i felt someone getting inbetween my stomach and the bed. ha one was starting to suck me off. i was inadventinly fucking his mouth cause with every thrust from nigger cock in my ass momentum pushed me forward. i heard him gag a few times wich really turned me on cause i like gagging women with my cock as well. as nigger cock filled my ass i felt him getting faster and harder.. it hurt buti didnt care. i was screaming in pain my eyes watering but it felt so good. he pulled out then back in several times which hurt like a bitch but i took it every inch i could get. I felt dirty but didnt seem to care. a new voice appeared saying “my turn” then I was grabbed my the waist and flipped on my back. only then did i notice how many guys where in the room. at first glace i was like wtf too many. only later would i realize it was not enough. id say about 8 guys all naked all jerking off besides the two pleasuring me.. and yes all niggers. they were in an unformed line waiting their turn. two guys grabbed each of my feet and spread my leggs wide open and held them there.then my head was tilted back over the edge of the bed and held there.. i felt a nigger get between my legs then felt his cock enter me. it was smaller than the ladt on which felt better at first but later left me craving a bigger one. then 3 cocks smaking my face as if telling me to start sucking.. so i did spending little time on one in order to take care of all three. hes nigger cock was fucking me one entered my mouth. they both in unisen. vigerously fucked me. gaging me and hollowing me out. my eyes wattered again this time not in pain but the gagging.. i tarted to choke.. but thatdidnt stop him as if thats what he was expecting. harder he fucked my virgin mouth. i started to puke which it seemed thats what he wanted.. yeah” i heard the crowed scream out. i was able to notice a man standing to my side and when i did i reached out and started jerking him.. massaging his balls aswell..
Not realizing at first but a new cock was in me about the same size as before. so i figured id make it worth while and scream out.. muffled of course by the dick being shoved in my mouth. i felt someone sucking on my dick now which felt amazing like nothing ive ever felt before. i came instntly which must have started a chain reaction cause i felt load after load of hot cum hit my face and stomach.. one load filled my ass and another filled my mouth and i almost choked as i swolleded every drop of nigger cum. now thinking it was over i wanted to get up but no i was still being held down.. i felt someone get between my legs again and his dick slaping my stomach.. i looked down to see what it looked like and itwas massive real massive.. i felt him pressing up against my hole.. i was in pain and his head wasnt even in yet. he finally worked it in.. i was crying in pain this time and everyone knew it.. thats what they wanted anywAYS..I felt my ass being streeched out so wide I thought something was going to rip. after a few goot thrusts he then flpped me back over on my knees to bend me over his dick stil lnside he pounded me so hard i could barely stand it.. not like the others this guy was pure animal.. i was cring out to slow down the pain tremense but then someone slapped my face telling me to “stop crying like a bitch”.. so i held in the cries.. hoping it would end soon. he paused for a minute and i caould feel him pulsating inside me. God it felt so good. what seemed like foe ever was over in 20 mins as he nutted deep in my ass..then the lights shut off and i heard a voice say.. “now we have something foe you to enjoy”.. as they put a gagging ball in my mouth and strapped it behind my head.. the door opened and i heard a someone talking and a WOMAN responding but her respoce was muffled as if she to was gagged. Maybe this was a sacrifical gift to me for my obedience to the abuse i just recieved from the eight.I couldnt see who it was that they were bringing in but i noticed when the door opened and the lights went out about 5 or 6 guys left leaving maybe 2 or 3 guys still in the room.. now the room was dark but not pitch black i could see a the siloutte of a stacked naked female body..big breast, wide hips a little chubby. i couldnt tell if she was black or not . she was guided over to me as i still lay in the bed getting over the pain of the rough fucking i have recieved. at this point my ass was gapping wide,,as she got to me i figured out she was white by her scent.. and feel of her hair. then all a sudden i heard a voice say ” round Two” now she was close to me i reached out and couressed her perfect tits..she let out a muffled moan. “now enjoy your Surprise” one guy said only later would i realize what the surprise was.. the two men started for the door but stopped and block the doorway.. i slid my fingers down her stomach and past her patch of hair and right inside her.. she was already lubed both holes infact..i reached for her face but she had a full leather face mask on so i couldnt make out who it was but didnt let that stop me.. ” have your way with her dont be shy fuck that bitch” one of the guys said.. so i grabbed her, threw her down on the bed . Still sore from the pounding earlier i procceded to slid my cock inside her. she felt so good.. she was tight for sure. she let out yet another soft muffled moan.. i fcked her for about a good 10 mins before i heard one of the guys guyspeak up.. ” take it in the ass whore” at first not knowing which one of us he was refering to. but she got up as if she knew nothing of what had happened just moments before her arrival bent over and i proceeded to fuck her deep in her ass.. i could tell she wasnt used to it and not as willing as i had previously been… then i heard “im gonna take this out your mouth so you can taste your ass while you suck him off but you better not speak bitch” i was intensly wanting her mouth around my cock. ” now fuck her mouth like i did yours white faggot bich” one siad.. so i did.. loving every moment of it. i heard her gagging.surprisingly i felt her being thrusted and realized one of the two was fucking her..and the other said “time for two bitch” and i soon figured out they where both fucking her.. she let out short cry out in extacy laced with pain. Then it hit me” i know this girl i thought” ive heard that extacy/pain cry before.. but wasnt to sure as to who it was.. being the type of person i was i wanted to figure out who it was before i got off. made it lil game inside a game already being played… finally i figured out it was an Ex of mine from years back… “You fuckin whore” i said out loud but unreconized as words due to the gag ball still in my mouth… i heard one of the guys cry out hes comming. she let out a quivering moan. shortly after the other one followed suit and came also but he pullde out and nutted on her bck. some even hit me in the face and remaind there… they told her to get on top of me which she did. she rode me for a while it felt so good knowing this hot piece for ass was ridding me.she thrusted her head back to put her hands behind her arching her back. I could slightly see the figure of her tits and they bounced up and down. I could her her breathing getting heavier and feeling she squirm around. knowing she was about to cum i thrusted as hard as i could … .they both got up and headed to the door .. as they openned the door i noticed her hair color and realized it wasnt my Ex.. shit i thought who is this?maybe her hair is dyied i thought. same body shape soi guess it could be… and at the same time the door seemed to clos they flidded thr lights on.. she rode me but quickly stopped i was finally getting a good look a ther body.. omg it was so perfect. and i didnt notice that she stopped grinding due to the hightened sexual state i was in.. as i started to cum inside her warm tight pussy i looked at her face and noticed her eyes got really big. .. then she threw herself off me.. i took the ball out my mouth and said “whats wrong” she didnt reply still looking at me in shock almost in horror.. i was confussed untill i seen a tattoo on her thigh. OMFG the woman i was fucking the woman that felt so good the woman that i enjoyed as my “surprise” and the woman just came inside of was my sister.

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Gabrielle’s Seduction

He was hunting her. Of that there was no doubt. It was only natural that he do so. He was, after all, a hunter of flesh. It was in his nature to seek the flesh and all the wonders it held. Mortals could never understand with their “conventions of society”…the niceties they passed to each other during the day so at night they can feel free to indulge in their own private hunts. Not Gabriel. He was as nature intended him, a hunter. At all times, he was dangerous.
He watched her body sway to the music and enjoyed every move. In his world of life and death, every second was important. He could smell her essence from across the room, so vital her life was. She was so alive and living and she looked so delicious. Her body was lithe and supple. When she moved, her body flowed without effort. It was not just skill at dancing, it was more. She was in touch with her being and knew her body so well, it moved at her desire and not her thoughts. She was natural in her sensuality. Gabriel wanted her.
He absentmindedly sucked upon his growing fangs. They elongated and swelled slightly as he became more aroused watching her. The hunger was rising in him. He could not fight it even had he wanted to. It was passion, pure and simple. He wanted her and without knowing it, she wanted him. She was dancing just for him.
Sheila danced harder than normal, feeling something in the air that excited her, something enticing her to push to the edge of her ability and endurance. She could feel the eyes of men upon her as she danced. Her body swaying in sexual ways, a light bead of sweat upon her flushed skin giving her a vibrant look. Her dress clung to her body so tightly, she had a hard time remembering where she stopped and it began. It was almost like she danced naked in the middle of the crowded room.
She had seen him as he entered. His whole being commanded her attention. He had not done the typical browse of the crowd to try and locate the women. He had stared at her from the time he had arrived. He wanted her, of that she was sure. The hunger in his gaze was almost palatable, like she could reach out and fondle it as he watched her. His eyes, piercing even at this distance, almost felt like hands running over her body.
The combination of the thought of dancing nude in the crowd and his eyes feeling her was more intoxicating then any liquor. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, by the thought. She knew her scent of arousal would be apparent to others, but most wouldn’t notice or at least not be able to identify it without being told, like they were dead to nature’s allure. They instead used the fake scents of perfumes and colognes to simulate what nature did on its own. She liked to smell like sex.
She was watching. He knew it. He was not a man that was easily missed in a crowd. He was not that tall, just over 6 feet. He was not that big, though his body rippled with muscles when aroused, his clothing hid all but the slightest of details. His clothing was expensive but understated and muted, a collage of dark colors that seemed to make him look like a piece of the night that had detached and walked around. He was in a way. He was part of the night and it flowed through his veins more assuredly than blood. It was not any of those things though. It was his presence. His entire being screamed to be noticed.
His eyes were so piercing, in anger they were so like knives and none could look at them. In passion they were like a lovers grasp that none wished to break no matter how much they struggled. They were in all respects powerful and commanding. They reached out and he tasted the salt of her sweat with a look.
His face was handsome but not pretty. He was not a model, that was for sure. He had a look that was sexy and yet hard. He definitely looked strong. Not muscle strong but the strength of a man who is what he says he is and never questions it. A strength of character some would say, of spirit, etc. No one could ever totally figure out why he was so appealing, just that he was what they wanted or what they feared. He was danger and he was paradise. He was as dark as the shadows could be and yet also as tempting as a summer evening. He was a paradox to those who looked at him, something that seemed beyond words and explanation. He was who he was and no more. That in and of itself was different these days.
Sheila was beautiful. As much as she tried not to admit it, she knew she was. Her body was lithe and yet full. Her breasts were pert and yet heavy to a lover’s grasp. Her nipples were a deep pink and full. They pressed against the fabric of her dress and tried to break through as they stiffened and grew hard. Her throat was flushed from effort and Gabriel noted the supple curves and dips. She was delicious looking as her breathing made her throat rise and fall unevenly and the effort made her blood rush.
Her skin was like silk to the touch of a gentle hand, creamy and deep in tones if not color. It seemed to shine with the vibrancy of life, a deep inner glow that made her look almost like she was covered in a fine layer of exotic oils at all times. Her long brown hair swirled about her exotic face, a face that defied classification into an ethnic group. Like she was all and yet none. Her skin was a deep tone and yet not black. Her eyes were dark and somewhat almond shaped and yet not oriental. Her hair was deep brown and yet sparkled with highlights of blonde. She was every aspect of sexuality and none.
She turned and swayed her hips so he could see her ass. She dipped so the spreading of her legs pulled the material so tight you could see her thong panties, and then rose up again. He was smiling. A dark hungry smile that made her wetter still. She knew her panties would drip her juices if she squeezed them right now. Without a word or action, she felt this man seducing her, or was it she was seducing herself? She reveled in his gaze and allowed her eyes to close and imagined him touching her as she danced. His strong hands probing under her dress and feeling her wetness. Maybe he would draw his hands back up and taste her there too, lick her from his fingers like candy…
She licked her full lips and spun around to look at him again and he was gone. She glanced around the room and could not find him. Losing all appearances of disinterest, she looked for him frantically in the gyrating crowd. She was surprised by her own brazen want for this man. This man from across the room whom she had never spoken. She wanted him. She wanted to feel him and have him feel her. She spun around again to look for him…she had to find him…had to…
He was there behind her. She spun and found herself in his arms. Like a shadow, he had crept up and stood there waiting for her to find him. She jumped back, shocked to find him standing so close but recovered quickly. She laughed and turned to walk away, feigning disinterest but he laid his hand upon her arm and she froze.
It was like electricity coursed through her at the touch, her entire body suddenly started to tingle. She turned back to him and met his eyes, those dark eyes. She felt small and vulnerable all of a sudden. Like she was no more then a toy or plaything to him. Then he smiled and she felt a rush of excitement like a school girl pulsed through her. Her breath came short and ragged and she began to tremble.
He watched her staring at him. He knew she was unable/unwilling to turn away. She had, after all, called for him. As sure as using a phone, she had called to him, begged him to show her what was waiting in the dark beyond the light. She wanted excitement. No, she needed it. She craved and hungered for something so exquisite it would redefine her life.
He had heard her boredom with people. Heard her boredom with her lovers. He had heard all of this in his first glance. It was a gift he possessed. Not all could do it but Gabriel was a master at it. He could see those needing him…hungering for his touch. She was the gazelle that played to close to the lion…she knew the risk but she needed the chance to feel that alive.
Gabriel put his finger to her lips to silence the questions that were about to spill forth. He would answer what she asked, but not here. Not in this place of false hunters and easy prey. He smiled at her look of concern and she forced a smiled in return. She was scared of him and yet he knew were he to turn and leave, she would follow as sure as the sun would rise in a few hours time. She and he were together for now…like partners in a dance, they had begun something which must be finished. It was this feeling that scared her so. She was not in control anymore and she knew it. Worse for her though, she also knew that she liked it, needed it, and wanted it.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Come with me.” It was not a command nor a request, it was more of a statement of fact that she would come with him. She was trembling. It was neither entirely excitement or fear that made her tremble, it was both at the same time. It was anticipation and hopes for something that would take her beyond what she was used to and at the same time the fear that going beyond, she would never make it back to who she was. She was afraid of losing herself and at the same time, excited at the thought of it as well.
“Let me dance for you,” she said as he leaned close. “Just for a moment. Let me dance just for you.” She felt a need to dance for him, just him. When she danced she felt her soul bare and open, her sexuality oozed forth and spun around her like a cloak. She had never wanted to dance for just a man, never wanted to show that much of herself to someone. Now she needed to. She wanted to show him what made her who she was…needed to show him.
Her eyes sparkled and Gabriel smiled at her, he knew who she was and didn’t need a dance to see it but he also wanted to see what she would show him. He wanted her to dance for just him and show him what she was thinking. To show him how far into her blood he already was, how much she was intoxicated. It was not vanity from him that gave him this want, it was fascination of her, the desire to see how far into her mind she had let him in here on this dance floor. How far into her she wanted him to be. She needed to someone to dance for, even though she had never wanted to before, now she needed to. She wanted to declare who she was now so that she would know how far she had gone when the moon had set and this night was done.
As the music shifted and faded into the next song, he nodded and she began to dance. It was a slow sensuous dance. She slowly moved her body to the throbbing beat and danced so close to him and yet never touched. She seemed like liquid flowing and undulating before him. Her body twisted and flowed from one point to the next and seemed to never be still for a moment. Her movements were exactly in time with the music and she was one with the primal beat, she and the music joined and danced for him. Her dance was sensual and sexual, it was alluring and commanding, it was a seduction and an invitation to seduce. Her soul moved before him and he was aroused by the sight.
He could smell her arousal growing as well. It was almost a taste to the air between them, warm and sweet it hung there before him. She enjoyed dancing for him, she enjoyed showing herself off for him and being watched. He enjoyed the effort almost as much as the show. She leaned in and allowed her breasts to brush against him as she swayed back and forth and Gabriel absently licked at his fully erect canines. Elongated and sharp, they ached to be fulfilled
His hunger was reaching a most delicious state, his animal drives crying out to be satisfied. He smiled without showing his erect canines and let his hunger grow more. He wanted her but not enough yet. He wanted to be starving when he finally gave in. He gazed openly at her breasts and hips. He smiled and licked his lips to show his pleasure and she shuddered at his approval. The need and hunger of both was nearly at a frenzy.
She turned and bent forward so that her ass pressed against him. The curvaceous swells of each cheek stroking across him as she swayed back and forth to the music. She felt him stiffening under the fabric of his slacks and pushed back harder so that she could make out every detail of it. She was excited by the decadence of sizing him up here on the dance floor. She was measuring him with her ass and he was measuring up very well.
Gabriel could feel the heat from her burning through the fabric, feel the passion within her burning through her soul. Her excitement made him hungrier still as she ground against him. Her dress was slightly damp from her flowing juices as she pressed into him and he wanted so much to taste her right then. Her skin was flush with excitement, her heart beating wildly, and her sweet breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. She wanted him enough now. He wanted her enough now. They needed each other enough now.
Sheila stood looking out at the night. The massive window’s heavy brocade drapes were pulled back and the night spilled into the room. The whole place seemed to taste of another time, like a small pocket of a gothic novel suspended here in the middle of a modern city. The air even smelled of another time, not polluted but scented. It smelled like someone had just fucked in here, that was it she decided, it smells like sex. Not the old sex smell that gave one the opinion of an unclean, seedy hotel but, new sex, sex that was happening right now just out of sight. Her mind wandered and she imagined she could almost hear it…
“Wine?” he said, offering her a glass. Honestly it was more of a goblet, ornate and silver. It was heavy and filled with deep red liquid. She smiled and took it and sipped the liquid. It was wine but almost like fire to her throat. It burned its way into her and she was surprised. There was brandy in it to sweeten it and it was warm on her lips. It was good but intoxicating. She decided to sip it slower, her head was already spinning.
She didn’t know why she was here. Actually she did but she didn’t want to admit it. He had not asked her to leave with him, simply taken her hand and led her here. She had followed and not questioned him and that was what made her head swim. She was not like that or, at least, never had been before.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his deep voice resonating within her. She turned and smiled at him and nodded. Gabriel smiled at her, she was so sweet, so ready to be taken. Even if she could not admit it to herself, she was ready, she wanted it. That is why he was here, because she needed him tonight. Maybe also, because he needed her too. There was something about her, something he couldn’t define that called to him and made him ache for her.
“Do you live alone?” she asked, trying to make small talk.
“Yes,” he answered.
Damn, she thought, I was hoping for more than one word, anything, just break the silence.
“Not married?” she said and smiled at him then nudged him with her shoulder.
“No,” he said, smiling back. She was so precious and nervous. “No wife. No dogs. No cats.”
“Then you’re alone?” she asked trying to keep the banter going. There was a long silence and his face turned slightly darker, a pain creeping across it.
“Yes, for a very long time now,” he answered softly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Shit! She thought, now I’ve gone and stuck my foot in it.
“No, don’t be.” His eyes sparkled again and his mood lifted as fast as it had dropped. “Being alone is not something to pity one for. Only being lonely, that is worthy of pity,” he said as he sipped his wine.
“What’s the difference?” she asked, intrigued.
Gabriel smiled at her, “Being alone is one thing, being lonely means you are not even with yourself. Alone gives you time to think and decide what you want. Lonely means you are devoid of anything, even the self. That is sad. Alone is not sad, it simply is,” he answered and drained his glass.
Sheila thought about it and understood what he was saying. But she couldn’t help shake the feeling that he knew this from experience. “Well, good. I’m glad you’re not lonely.” She smiled.
She turned and looked back at the night through the window. “So, in all this introspective alone time, have you decided what you want?” Gabriel chuckled and sighed. Sheila turned and raised an eyebrow in question. “I see you have. So what do you want?” she asked.
Gabriel took the goblet from her hands gently and placed it on a small table by the window and then raised her face to his with one finger. He gently caressed her jaw line and ran his finger across her lips. He smiled at her and Sheila felt her body begin to heat up to the point she thought she would burst into flame. Gabriel was staring so deep into her eyes she felt he must be seeing her entire soul, so piercing was his gaze. She didn’t mind, actually for the first time, she hoped he could, she hoped someone could see all of her.
“Tell me…” she asked again in a small voice, her throat was tightening in excitement and even those words were hard to speak. “What do you want?”
“You.” was all he said. It was all he needed to say. She was his. Sheila melted into his arms and they kissed and tasted the wine on each others lips. Maybe it was just a trick of her mind but the wine seemed to burn her throat more as she tasted it on his lips. It seemed to burn into her very soul as they kissed.
The bedroom was as ornate and gothic as the living room. The huge four post bed dominated the room and the heavy drapes that hung on either end seemed to be tapestries from some movie about some medieval European castle. They were pulled back with heavy silken sashes so that you could see the bed, an opulent goose down mattress piled high with quilts and silk sheets.
Gabriel carried her like a doll and laid her on the edge of the bed. Their kiss had not broken since, their lips touching even as he began to slide her clothing off of her. He pushed the clingy dress over her shoulders and down her body freeing her breasts. Her nipples ached as they hit the air and she shuddered in his grasp. His hands reached down and began to caress first one and then the other until she was moaning and nearly cumming from the touch.
Her hands clawed at his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. She didn’t bother undoing the buttons on his shirt, she grabbed and pulled until they gave way with tiny popping sounds. His muscular chest felt hot to her touch as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders as well and he tossed it away to the corner.
His fingers worked her nipples, pinching them and then stroking them. She moaned as he pulled them hard enough to draw her forward and then released them, allowing her to sit back again. The pain of it adding to her arousal and her hunger for him.
Her finger nails clawed over his bare skin and left angry red marks down his chest. He winced at the pain of the clawing but did not pull away. She marked his chest as hers and claimed his body as her prize. He understood this need, he would mark her soon too.
Their tongues probed each others mouths. Sheila was not surprised when she felt over the fangs and let her tongue run up and down them. She caressed them with the very tip of her tongue and Gabriel moaned in pleasure. The taste of her mouth, her breath was driving him mad, she tasted so sweet. She touched the end of one fang and the sharpness pricked the tip of her tongue. A single droplet of blood dripped into his mouth before he licked her tongue and it was whole again. He savored the taste of her and drank that single drop like it was the finest of wines.
The taste of blood though drove him over the edge. He let out a deep growl from within him, some primal noise of want that sent shivers down her spine. His gentle hands became more forceful as he pulled hard on her dress and slid it off her hips. Finally breaking the kiss, he pulled back and pushed her down on the bed.
They were both breathless from the embrace as he grabbed her dress and pulled it free of her body and toss it away. Laying there in only her soaked panties, Sheila felt vulnerable, helpless. Gabriel smiled and grabbed the lacy material of her thong and pulled hard until there was a wet ripping sound. The elastic gave way first around the waist and then at the crotch as the thong tore away. The sound driving deep into Sheila and adding to her already frenzied state.
He made the growling sound again and she answered with her own sound of want and need. Grabbing at his pants she began to pull and tug as he undid the button and zipper. Finally open she pulled them down along with his boxer shorts until he popped free and hung in front of her face. Greedily she grabbed at him and took him in her mouth. Her tongue working up and down it’s length as she tasted him and drank the taste like wine.
Gabriel watched her sucking for a minute. Her delicate mouth swallowing his 8 inches with ease down to the base. The wonderful sucking sounds as she slurped and licked her way back up until just the head was in her mouth and then the gasp as she prepared to take it all again. He pulled her hair to the side to get a better view and enjoyed the show, enjoyed the feel, enjoyed her.
Pushing her back, he ended the blow job and grabbed her legs. She lay back and allowed him to raise her legs up to his shoulders and then slide his face down between them. Gabriel stopped and smelled her deeply and was lost in her scent for a moment. So intoxicating. He fought the urge to drink now and began to lick her outer lips. She moaned in pleasure and Gabriel allowed his tongue to slide between her slick lips and dip into her. Sheila grabbed his hair and began to grind against his face hard. Her juices were literally dripping from her and Gabriel slurped them down and smacked his lips for more.
Sheila cried out as a small climax took her and her body shook for a moment. She looked down at Gabriel and he was staring at her as he licked her, watching her cum, watching the blood churn through her arteries as her heart beat fast and hard. He wanted her so much, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Standing up he pulled her to one side and lay down on the bed beside her. They kissed and she licked her cum from his lips as their tongues slid into each others mouths again. The tip of her tongue found his fang and pricked itself again, another droplet of blood filled his senses. Gabriel sucked on her tongue and got another droplet for his efforts as his tongue licked over the wound and it healed.
Laying back he pulled her up and onto him. She straddled him and then slid down onto him until he was buried in her. She began to slowly ride him but the passion was too much, she began to ride him hard and fast almost immediately. There was no time for coyness now, she wanted to cum on him. She rode him hard and he reached up and grasped her bouncing breasts and began to suck on them.
Sheila cried out as she felt his teeth pierce into her soft flesh, the twin stabs of pain blurring with the feel of him sliding into her as she was grinding down onto him. Gabriel did not drink from her, he pulled back so that her blood spilled forth and onto her breast. Rubbing it over her with his hands, she was soon slick with a red coating of her own life on her
breasts.
Gabriel leaned up and licked the wound and it closed immediately. Then he began to rub his hands over her blood slippery breasts and lap at them greedily. Sheila watched him sucking on her nipples and lapping her blood from them, his lips stained red from her. She was panting as she rode him, close but not quite there yet.
Gabriel grabbed around under her ass and stuck two fingers into her as she rode him. She screamed from the feeling of being stretched so tight as he scooped her juices onto his hand and then pulled it back and rubbed it onto her breasts as well. He mixed her cum and blood on the breast until it was a slippery mess and then stuck his fingers into her mouth. Sheila sucked the mixture off his fingers and drank her sex and life down. It was so good, she wanted more.
Gabriel licked her breasts clean and drank the last of her cum and blood down. Sheila was screaming out as he finished and he thrust back into her hard and fast. As she began to shake, he grabbed her and held her still and pushed up into her hard and fast. Sheila cried out his name and then collapsed into his arms. Gabriel kissed her and ran his hands over her back to calm her slightly.
When she looked up at him, Sheila knew he was not nearly finished. He smiled at her and rolled over so that he was on top now. Taking her legs over his shoulders, he began to slide into her hard and fast. Sheila grabbed her breasts to keep them from bouncing too hard as he slammed into her again and again.
A fine layer of sweat was covering his face and she reached up and wiped it off and then licked it from her lips. So salty, so musky. Gabriel laughed as she did and redoubled his fucking. He slammed into her harder and faster until Sheila was barely able to breath. His body dripped sweat on her and the hot liquid splashed all over her breasts. She rubbed it across them as he watched and then pulled on her nipples to give him a show. Gabrielle’s breath was ragged and his thrusts were getting uneven. She knew it would not be long until he came.
Reaching up, Sheila ran her nails across his chest as the muscles strained and flexed in effort. Taking one nail, she pressed the side of it against his bare flesh and slowly slide it across the muscle. Gabriel cried out in pain/pleasure as the sharp nail sliced into his flesh just enough for his boiling blood to begin to drip from the scratch. He threw his head back and cried a bestial cry as Sheila moaned and raised her face to his chest.
Sheila lapped at his flowing blood and then lay back down, the crimson fluid streaking her sweat covered face. She cried out and allowed her own fangs to lengthen fully and her hunger to take her. Gabrielle’s blood dripped on her along with the sweat, splashes falling as he thrust into her again and again. Sheila rubbed the hot fluids over herself and covered her breasts with a red stain again and then licked her fingers clean. She didn’t bother licking the wound, she wanted it to bleed and shower her with his life as he got closer and closer to cumming.
Gabriel screamed out and then fell on her, his teeth biting into her neck. As he penetrated her skin and began to noisily drink from her, he erupted into her, his cum filling her and spilling out as he continued to thrust into her furiously. Sheila cried out as she started to cum again too and then buried her teeth into Gabrielle’s neck. The pain/pleasure of the bites driving both of them to an orgasm so intense they could only grasp each other and drink, sucking in life as their bodies shook and trembled.
Finally done, they collapsed into each others arms and kissed and licked the blood from their lips. The embrace was tender, in sharp contrast to the brutality of the climax. They touched gently and kissed lightly. Their hands ran over each other’s bodies in the most gentle, caring ways as they licked each other clean.
Minutes later, when they had both caught their breath, Gabriel stood beside the bed and poured a goblet of wine for himself. He took a deep draught from the glass and held it out to Sheila. She looked up at him over one of the pillows on the bed through half closed eyes and smiled.
“Wine?” he asked.
“No thanks,” she purred, “I’m sorta full right now.” She grinned and Gabriel laughed with her. He placed the goblet down on the night table and crossed to the window and drew the drapes tightly shut, the first streaks of dawn staining the sky red as the sun made threat to appear.
Gabriel returned to the bed and looked down at Sheila, her eyes already closed in slumber and he smiled to himself. Sliding under the covers next to her, he pulled her close and closed his own eyes, content in the knowledge that today, at least, he was not alone. He let out a faint sigh and drifted to sleep, his dark visage at peace.

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Fantasm

Jasper’s Big Day Part 1

Warning if you have any problems with a 16 year old girl getting gang banged without her consent on her birthday please keep scrolling past this page now. Thank you. (This is my first story!!!)

Fiction

A Fathers Love – Part Two

I got out of bed, and gave a little stretch, naked except for my new underwear. I would later learn it was called a thong. I then grabbed the “night shirt” I had taken off before bed, and slipped it on, before heading to the kitchen.
Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table in a pair of boxers, sipping some coffee, and reading the newspaper.
He smiled when I came out, and asked if I had slept well.
I told him I had, and said that I hope he had a good sleep as well, to which he just smiled, and mumbled something that I couldn’t hear.
I went into the kitchen to grab some cereal and milk, and Daddy just watched. As I reached up for a bowl in the cupboard, I could feel my shirt rising. At first I stopped, but then I remembered that I was a wife now, and husbands saw their wife’s bums, so this was okay. I took all of my things to the table to sit down, and eat.
Daddy just watched for a while, smiling. Then all of a sudden he reached over and pulled my shirt down a bit and squeezed one of my nipples. I squealed in surprise.
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
“Just seeing how sensitive they are.”
“okay.”
And I continued to eat my breakfast, adjusting my shirt.
Daddy let a few minutes pass, and then did the same thing to my other nipple. I jumped, but I didn’t squeal this time.
Daddy kinda laughed, and removed his hand.
Again I adjusted my shirt.
“Leave it how I put it, or don’t wear it” was all daddy said over his newspaper.
I immediately adjusted it back to how I thought he had it, before continuing with my breakfast.
After Daddy put his paper down, he got up, and went into the kitchen. When he stood up, I saw that although he had boxers on, his penis was hanging out of his fly, and was semi-hard. I figured that it was due to him pinching my nipples and continued to eat my cereal.
Daddy came back to the table with a bowl, which he put on the table. In it I could see some ice cubes. Daddy then came behind me, and pulled my shirt so that it was now resting just underneath my growing boobs.
“Much better. I see that you are slowly turning into a woman”
“Yes Daddy”.
He felt and rubbed my boobs for a few minutes.
“Daddy, it’s awful hard to eat breakfast with you doing that”.
“Then stop eating.”
I pushed my bowl away, not quite sure, but interested anyways.
When he saw me do this, he took one of the ice cubes out of the bowl, and started to rub it over my nipples.
This cause my nipples to point out and become quite hard. It felt good, but very cold. I leaned back, and let Daddy continue.
One they were really hard, he put the ice back in the bowl, leaned over me, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking.
“Ohh, Daddy, that feels so good”.
Daddy stopped sucking, which disappointed me. He then went to the other nipple, but instead of gently sucking, he latched on, and pulled using his teeth slightly. This kind of hurt, and I jumped at the sensation. Daddy released and let my boob go back, and stood back up.
“As you can see, there are good sucks, and not-so-good ones. I like sucks like the first one I showed you.”
Once again, he leaned down, and sucked my nipple, this time while playing with my other boob. I leaned back, and couldn’t help but enjoy it.
All of a sudden he stopped, and walked over to the couch, removing his boxers as he went, and sat down.
I could see that his penis was quite hard now.
“Daddy,…”
“yes?”
“Can I feel your penis in my hand?”
“Yes. But you must promise me something.”
“What daddy?”
“You are my wife now…”
“Yes Daddy”
“And soon you will be my slut”
“Slut daddy….?”
“So from now on, you will call my penis a cock.”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Come over here then, and feel it. Bring the bowl of ice with you.”
“Yes daddy.”
“And a few other things, your vagina is called a pussy, or a cunt. Understand?”
“Yes Daddy”
I stood up, grabbed the bowl from the table, and walked over to Daddy, with my shirt still stretched below my boobs.
I put the ice on the coffee table, and sat down on the couch beside Daddy.”
“sit on the floor please”.
“Yes daddy”
I then sat on the floor in front of daddy, on my knees, so that I could reach him better.
“No you gently put your hand up and down it like this…”
Daddy showed me how to stroke his cock.
Then taking my hand in his, he helped me. When he released my hand I continued to stroke his cock. It felt hard in my hand, and so big. I could barely wrap my hand all the way around it.
As I continued to stroke his cock, Daddy reached in the bowl and got some ice, which once again he began to rub on my nipples.
All this attention to my boobs, was making me very wet. I had never had wetness down there before, and I reached my hand to see what it was.
Daddy saw this and smiled. He then took my hand, and kissed it.
“Now, rub yourself again”
I did.
“Now, lick the moisture of your fingers”
I did what he said, though not sure why.
“That is what women taste like. You will taste more later. Stand up.”
I stood up, coming closer to daddy so that I could still stroke his cock.
“Now sit on my lap facing me…with your legs on either side, like you’re riding a bike, and I’m your bike.”
I sat down, and daddy opened his legs, causing mine to open. I was still trying to stroke his cock. Daddy then started to rub my pussy.
“Mmmm, Daddy, that feels good”
“Sweetie, your pussy is so hot.”
I didn’t know what daddy meant by then, so I just kept stroking his cock.
“A virgin shouldn’t have such a hot cunt…” Daddy said as he continued to rub.
He then stuck a finger in my pussy. It felt good. Daddy quickly stopped though, and removed it.
“It’s nice to see your hymen is still there, I will have lots of fun with that later!”
“Hymen Daddy?”
“Yes, it’s a good thing. To be treasured.”
“Yes daddy”.
I continued to stroke his cock as he rubbed my pussy. It felt so good, I started to lean forward on him and moan into his shoulder.
“Sweetie, we need to cool down your hot pussy.”
“But how daddy?”
“Like this,”
And with then, he reached into the bowl, and stuck a melting ice cube into my pussy. I squealed at the sudden coldness and almost jumped off his lap.
“Sit still, it’s okay.”
“Yes Daddy”
“Keep stroking my cock sweetie”
“But daddy, I can feel the ice melting, and coming out of my vag-I mean pussy.”
“Yes baby, and when it is done, and I can’t feel anymore dripping on my hand, I will check your pussy tempurature again.”
“Yes Daddy”
I continued to stoke his cock, it seemed to be getting harder.
All of a sudden daddy stopped me.
“Get on your knees in front of me”
I did as I was told.
“One of the things a guy likes most is to have his cock sucked. So for starters you can lick it like it’s a big sucker…or popsicle.”
“Yes daddy”
I leaned forward, and shyly did as I was told. This made daddy moan, so I stopped.
“No sweetie, keep going”
I continued to lick his hard cock. All of a sudden Daddy grabbed the back of my head, and pushed my mouth over his cock. I decided to try what some of my friends had said at school, and copy a movie that we had watched at a sleepover a couple of months ago…laughing and giggling. It was a movie full of naked people doing strange things, like sucking cocks, and licking pussy’s.
When I started to do this, Daddy got really hard. He then started slamming his hips into my face, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, and even down my throat.
I pushed back, trying to get him to stop, and finally Daddy let me go, as I was choking.
“Sweetie, you were doing so well.”
“I’m sorry Daddy, I’ll try again.”
At this I started licking his cock again. Daddy didn’t let me do it long though, and once again he forced my mouth over his cock.
Then all of a sudden Daddy stopped moving, and just held me over his cock, so I moved my tongue over it in my mouth.
“Sweetie, soon a liquid is going to come out of my cock.”
“Pee??” I mumbled, trying to get away
“No sweetie. Seed. It’s okay though, you just swallow whatever you can!”
And without giving me a chance to reply, he once again started forcing my head up and down on his cock. I didn’t fight anymore though, and just let him do as he wanted.
Finally I felt what he was talking about. I tried to swallow it all, but some of it leaked out. Finally daddy stopped, and I lifted my head of his cock.
I saw the mess, and immediately got up to get a cloth.
“No, a good wife licks it up, and swallows it all”
“Yes Daddy”
Once again, I got back on my knees and started to lick up the mess. After all it was only seed I hadn’t managed to catch, so it was my job to clean up my mess.
I licked Daddy’s cock, and when I was happy with it being clean, I then licked daddy’s balls. I think my tongue might have touched his ass a bit, but he didn’t say anything. I then licked his thighs, and the couch between his legs.
When I was done, and looked up, there was my Daddy smiling down at me.
“Good Girl. Now stand up.”
I immediately stood up, and daddy reached over and pinched both my nipples. He then reached down and rubbed his hand quickly against my pussy, before reaching into the bowl of ice. I closed my eyes, as he brought the ice back and rubbed it against my nipples. I moaned in protest when Daddy took it away. He then put it on my other nipple. He switched back and forth, getting new ice from the bowl when needed for a while.
All of a sudden though, I felt the cube he was using go up my pussy. This shocked me, and I opened my eyes, to watch daddy shove not one more ice cubes, but three more up my hot pussy, meaning I now had four ice cubes in my pussy, not counting the melted earlier one.
After the last one was up, Daddy stood up and took the now empty bowl to the kitchen and put it in the sink.
“What you have just done is called a blow job.”
“Yes daddy”
“I expect at least two of them everyday, at least during your training.”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Often more than two.”
“Yes daddy.”
“We will spend the rest of today and tomorrow, having you master giving me blow jobs.”
“Yes daddy.”
“Now go shower, and then you can do whatever you want…until I call you for your practise.”
“Yes daddy.”
I quickly ran off to shower, leaving the door open, just incase daddy wanted a peak.
I spent the next 48 hours giving daddy blowjobs whenever he wanted one.
I gave them to him on my hands and knees as he watched TV. On my knees as he cooked our dinner those two days. As he sat at his desk doing his work. In the shower, in bed, and everywhere else he wanted one.
When we went to bed the next night, me naked except for my thong, Daddy’s cock resting between my ass cheeks, daddy whispered in my ear…
“You are such a good cock-sucker.”
“Thank you daddy!”
“So good in fact, that tomorrow we will go on with the next part of your lessons…and that means you won’t likely be wearing underwear to bed tomorrow night!”
“Yes Daddy!”
This left me very excited as I went to sleep, knowing that tomorrow when I went to sleep, I would no longer be a virgin!

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Married Life 09

Jan returns to Adelaide & her husband Jim. Having cheated for the first time in her married life whilst modelling in Sydney, she wonders of his reaction.

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Nikki & Grace

This is the story of Nickki and Grace and their many adventures. As with any story if you want to understand why some things happen then you need to know the background.

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Patricia part 3

We made our escape and headed down to the swimming hole for a swim to clean up.
No one else was there so we jumped in and swam for a bit as we washed the cum away until Pat pulled herself out and sat on the log with her legs dangling in the water, I stood in the water between her legs then Pat looked me huskily in the eye and slid her fingers in beside her bikini and started running her two fingers up and down her slit and over her clit.
Within a few second she slid her two fingers in to the knuckles and with a low voice pleaded “eat me” as she used her other hand to pull her bikini out of the way then placed her hand on the back of my head and urged my face closer as I was a bit unsure.
Her fingers were really starting to fly in and out as she moaned, “I’m so horny I could fuck a traffic cone right now” keeping up the slight pressure on the back of my head.
I took a tentative lick but couldn’t taste anything but fresh pussy so I sucked in her clit and swirled my tongue around it less than a dozen times before she mashed my lips against her and rubbed her pussy hard on my face as she neared the point of no return.
We heard a car door slam and voices coming down the track but Pat held my head even harder and came right there and then, I kept pulling away and finally freed myself slipping under the water as a couple of heads appeared over the bank.
Pat had shut her bent knees with her arms wrapped them but still had her pussy showing behind her legs, I looked up to see who it was, it was Russ and Jen walking down hand in hand but they quickly let go as they saw us.
I yelled out “are you two an item now?”
Russ sheepishly said yeh and grabbed her hand again saying “well I suppose its out in the open now”
Pat had calmed a bit but her face was still bright red as she twisted her head round a bit and tried to say hello with a croaky voice.
Jen sat down beside Pat and Russ dove into the water swimming quickly across to the other side.
As Russ slowly started swimming back Jen laid back with her legs in the water, Pat still had her knees bent up in front of her tits and her feet on the log she was sitting on with her naked pussy visible behind her ankles.
Russ swam up and laid his arms on Jens legs and started staring at Pats pussy, Pat was looking intently at his face as she noticed where his gaze lay then laid back beside Jen with her legs still in the same place.
I wasn’t sure if Pat knew her pussy was on show so I touched her between her wet lips, she jerked a little bit then allowed her knees to open a little more so I pushed my finger in a bit so she would know for sure there was nothing covering her pussy.
Pat relaxed even more so I turned to Russ and found him grinning back me, I grinned back and pushed my finger right in to the knuckle then pulled it back out, Pat didn’t move so I slid two fingers slowly in and out for a couple of minutes while Russ watched the show.
I was getting a bit too horny so I said out loud “ I’m off to the other side” hoping Pat would follow, I splashed off to the other side but no one else had moved although it looked like Russ had his hand between Pats legs, I couldn’t be sure from this distance but it sure looked like Russ was fingering her.
I slowly swam back and sure enough Russ had two fingers in her but as I splashed closer he removed them.
I grabbed Russ’s right hand and shaped it with two fingers out then pushed it towards Pats Pussy, Russ looked up at Jen in alarm as she wriggled but the girls were on their backs chatting and couldn’t see anything so he relaxed and allowed me to guide his fingers inside Pats soaking wet hole and set up a slow in and out movement.
Russ grinned at me and used his thumb to rub her clit while keeping a sharp watch out on Pat and Jen.
I reached up Pats side away from Jen and slid my right hand under her bikini top then slid my left hand slowly around her thigh and pushed two fingers into Pats cunt along side Russ’s.
She had to now know there were 3 hands playing with her! Then Pat reached down trapping both our hands in her pussy as we felt her cunt contract rhythmically and could see her stomach muscles squeezing as she muffled a groan and came on our four fingers trapped inside her.
Pat leaned up and removed Russ’s fingers and gave a small smile as she shook her head in wonder then removed my hand and covered her self before standing and diving gracefully into the water.
She swam back and stood between us and I could feel her hand pulling my stiff cock out of the top of my speedo’s and started slowly jerking me off.
By the look of fear and pleasure on Russ’s face I gathered Pat had her hand wrapped around his cock as well.
After a few minutes Russ lowered his head on to Jens lap alongside his arms and started inhaling her scent deeply, Jen kept up her conversation with Pat with no knowledge that her new boyfriend was just about to cum in another girls hand while he sniffed her pussy.
Pat swapped hands leaving my cock bobbing freely so I moved in behind her and slipped my cock into her pussy until the water washed the juices away.
Pat was still wanking Russ as I wormed my way into the depths of her cunt, She tilted her pelvis to her liking and pushed back hard as Russ shot his wad into the water.
I came a few seconds later and Pat pushed my cock into her chosen spot and followed suit even though we were not able to slide in and out much.
Russ grinned at us and allowed himself to sink slowly below the water, I was sort of stuck and had to wriggle to start extracting myself, Jen sat up then stood up above us looking for Russ.
As I looked up I could see a wet spot in the crotch of Jens bright yellow bikini and wondered if Russ had drooled or had Jen got horny feeling his hot breath on her inner thighs.
Russ surfaced and Jen dived in then wrapped her legs around him as she hung on to his neck…. Horny would be my guess!
I popped free of Pats pussy and whispered in her ear “I hope she’s not expecting a root right away” Pat laughed and called me a naughty naughty boy as she turned and kissed me driving her tongue into her mouth.
“I better go home“ said Pat, “what time do you want to pick me up in the morning?”
I looked at her blankly for a few seconds … “oh yeh, Bazz” I said, “about 7 do?”
Next morning Pat was all prim and proper as we headed to the jail, they had a fair old argument about Mrs M and his kinky ideas with neither of them seeming to notice I was there, as soon as we got back to the carpark she pulled her knickers off and used one hand to rub her pussy while rubbing my cock through my jeans.
“Get em off” she said so I stripped my jeans and jocks of and sat on the centre console, Pat lowered her self down and pushed her legs through the gap between the seats as she worked to get me hard.
She lowered her pussy down and used my semi hard cock to rub up and down her slit until she was wet enough to impale her cock on her pussy saying “Kinky … I’ll give him Kinky” “put it in second” she said, “what?” I quizzed…. “the gearstick, I always wondered what it would feel like” she said.
When ever I had a full car Pat would always sit on the console with her legs on either side of the hump but had to sit upright to give me enough room to select second or fourth gears as the gearstick was hard up between her legs, I usually went from first to third to save her moving but when we got up a bit of speed I had to use top gear in the four speed manual gearbox.
Pat lifted up and I reached between her legs and pulled it into second, I lifted her dress up and watched as she sat on the shiny black gearknob and smeared the wetness from her slit over the knob until she moved down and it disappeared from sight, “That looks so hot” I croaked “not as good as when we are driving, the vibrations really get me off” she said grinning at me.
“I thought you just had a hard time staying upright … didn’t realise you slid down to touch it on purpose” I laughed.
Pat started to move up and down then swapped back to my cock as I watched … she kept swapping for a while then hovered with her bum over the knob and moved my cock to line up with her pussy, she kept trying but even though the knob looked slippery enough she couldn’t get it to go in.
I suggested that she turn round and try the other way so she pumped back on my cock for a while to get her all juiced up again and squirmed round until she was facing forward … lucky thing to as I was just about to let go.
Pat slipped her slippery pussy over the gearknob and lined my cock up with her arse, it was still too tight so she fucked herself back on my knob then swapped back several times as she slowly got my cock to go in more and more, as the pain eased she was starting to get off and had a nice little orgasm with my cock about in inch in her arse and the gearknob a few inches inside her.
As she relaxed from her orgasm she slid down further until with a sigh she moved all the way down on my cock, I was now firmly embedded all the way up her arse and could feel the gearknob pushing against my cock knob through the thin wall between.
Pat started to raise and lower a small amount as she relaxed even more and said ”hey, this is starting to feel really nice, no wonder Mrs M loves it”
I held her still pleading “don’t move, I’m too close” but Pat laughed and said “don’t worry, I want to feel it” then pumped up and down a couple of times until I shot my cum right up inside her very depths, I had been holding on for so long that it was one of the longest and hardest orgasms I had ever had.
Pat moaned “Oh gawd, I can feel it, I can feel it” and started pumping hard up and down my cock, I softened slightly but the extra lube and the tight feel combined with the gearknob rubbing up and down my shaft kept me reasonably hard and Pat was able to get off a short time later.
By now I was fully hard again so pat moved the gearknob to the “spot” inside her and held still while I pumped up into her arse from beneath.
I was getting close again when Pat noticed two guys watching us from two rows away across the carpark “I think they can see us” she said so I leaned up enough to have a look but Pat leaned back hard driving the gearknob into her spot and came violently taking me over the edge with her.
We grabbed the tissues and cleaned up the mess … Yuk … then drove off, we had to drive past the two guys on the way out and I expected Pat to hide but instead she picked up her knickers and tossed them at the guys as we drove past laughing.
I dropped her at home then headed back to my flat in the city.
Pats turned up Wednesday night again but this time she had another of her older sisters along to drop her off.
I invited them in for a coffee, Pats oldest sister was a real horn bag, great body, big tits and a tiny skirt, she dressed a lot more provocatively than Pat but I could see where Pat got her looks and figure from.
Carol sat on the only chair while I lay on the bed while Pat sat in front of me on the edge of the bed.
Carol crossed her legs to the other side and I’m sure I spotted either a bare shaved pussy or maybe it was nude coloured knickers … I really couldn’t be sure but kept a close watch anyway.
I was trying to look like I was just looking at her face but every time she moved her legs my eyes would dart down involuntarily and I’m pretty sure she sprung me perving.
She finished her coffee and stood up then turned around and bent over to pick up her bag giving me a clear view of her shaved pussy poking between her legs … I groaned a little bit as she turned and said “Don’t get up, I can see myself out” then grinned at me as she crossed to the door.
She looked at my crotch as she closed the door on her smile.
Pat grabbed my stiff cock and laughed “enjoy the show?, she’s such a tease!” and proceeded to unzip me and run her tongue over the head of my cock.
Pretty soon Pat was slowly sliding her lips over the head of my cock again and again with a funny twinkle in her eye as I strained to stop myself shoving my cock down her throat, Pat lifted up and said with a laugh “your dreaming its Carols pussy lips sliding over your knob aren’t you?” as she took me even slower into her mouth.
I groaned and went bright red as I watched her lips slowly but surely part as my cock head slipped between them.
I pictured Carols bare pussy lips in my mind and had a very strong orgasm shooting five or six times into Pats mouth.
Pat moved up and sank her pussy down on my cock then started swallowing the mouthful of cum as she stared at my eyes with a look of pure unadulterated lust.
She sank down, squeezed and moved her pussy up the length of my cock until I was fully hard again and said “Even though you cum a lot quicker than Bazz I love how we can keep going, Bazz just cums and falls asleep” I replied “I can’t help myself with you and that fantastic body of yours around” She laughed and said “Carols shaved muff might have had a bit to do with it as well” “well” I said “that’s something you don’t see everyday, even in playboy”
Pat said “well don’t expect me to do it, its just not normal”
I really loved how open we were with each other so I said to Pat “your really starting to get off on exhibiting yourself aren’t you?” Pat replied “yeh, I have never been like that before but Bazz has started something I don’t want to stop, it feels awesome and that sense of danger really turns me on.
We chatted on while Pat continued riding me then we’d change positions never letting up on the chat until I looked at the clock and it was past midnight, we’d been screwing for over 2 hours straight.
“we should finish up and get some sleep” I said nodding at the clock, Pat looked a bit shocked then laughed “just imagine its Carols pussy sliding down your cock, it sure worked before” I groaned and grabbed her boobs “Carols pussy and your boobs, what a great combination”
I grinned and started shoving up hard into Pat then pushed her off and laid her down on her front and entered her from behind before moving my legs to the outside and sitting up while sliding my cock in and out her very tight pussy.
It was a good position for Pat and she started pushing back as she came softly.
I still hadn’t cum yet but was just about to when pat said “and we can add my sister Margret’s bum to your fantasy girl” just as I crossed the edge and pumped her pussy full of my sperm.
“Geez was that all it took” laughed Pat, “nope” I said “that was a coincidence, I’ve never even seen her shape let alone her bum”
Pat said “you should have seen her before she married Bill, she was a real goer, I’ll show you some pics sometime, you’ll love them” and grinned wickedly.

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Mr. Wong’s Curios: Dragon’s Eye Amulet (Fixed)

“Khaheh!?” The dust in the back room was so thick, it was choking. I found the box of stuff Mrs. Wong had asked me to get and brought it out to the front desk. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, thank you.” Her voice creaked out, sounding uncannily like the rusty hinges on the doors of her shop. I work at Mr. Wong’s Curios and Antiques. It’s an old store that the late Mr. Wong set up in the seventies- I think. When he died a few years back, his widow, Mrs. Wong, took up running the store. I think it helped her deal with her grief, gave her something to do. When I needed a job over the summer, I noticed this store and even though it didn’t have a “Hiring” sign, I asked Mrs. Wong if they had any jobs available. To my surprise, she hired me as an assistant. I helped stock inventory, dust, and run the cash register. Some evenings I even closed the store. But I had never opened, until now. Mrs. Wong was visiting her family in China and she was leaving me in charge of the store for three weeks.
I glanced at the grandfather clock behind us, it was nearly nine in the morning. “Mrs. Wong, you need to go! You’ll be late for your flight.” I said, looking at the hunched over, frail looking old woman as she busied herself behind the front desk.
“Okay, okay. Such good boy, watching out for old lady.” Before leaving, she asked for the fifth time if I had the keys, knew how to run everything, and would make sure to be on time every morning. For the fifth time, I told her I did and I would. “Okay, okay. You know I not have extra money to pay you.” I smiled at her as she looked slightly embarrassed.
“I told you, it’s okay, it’s not hard and you pay me plenty as is.” Mrs. Wong nodded, then reached in the box I had carried out for her.
“This for you. It very old but I think you find like it.” She had a necklace in her hands. It was an old, leathery string, wine red. On it was a small black ring, with a golden slit running through it. “This Dragon?s Eye amulet.” She said, holding the necklace out.
“Thank you, but you don’t need to do this.” I replied. She insisted and I reluctantly accepted the gift. Then I gave Mrs. Wong a quick hug, since she wasn’t very fond of them, and she headed for the door. I slipped the necklace on as she stepped out. “Have fun!?” She called. I smiled. She must have been excited, I had never heard Mrs. Wong be that loud before. The rest of the day went pretty quickly. A few customers came by, no one too troublesome, and for once I got to listen to the radio stations I liked. The store closed at six usually but around five thirty, my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, c-can you pick me up? Jake just… he just broke up with me.” It was my sister, she sounded upset. That wasn’t unusual for her but this sounded serious.
“Where are you?”
“Spring Park- by the swings.”
“Okay, stay where you are. I’ll be right there.” Mrs. Wong wouldn’t have minded me locking up early, especially under the circumstances. I emptied the cash register, placed the money in the safe under the old hour glass I liked, and locked all the doors. Then I got in my truck, an old Ford Ranger, and drove to Spring Park. I found my sister by the swings, like she’d said. “Hey, Amanda. You okay?”
“Sure.” The words sounded devoid of energy, listless. Somehow, I could sense that she wasn’t sad- just angry.
“What’s got you so mad?” I asked, sitting down in a swing. She took the swing next to me and looked into my eyes with her big, brown ones.
“It’s goddamn Jake. He just breaks up with me again and again and I just go back to him every time. He lies to me or sleeps with some skank and I just pretend like it didn’t even happen.”
“Amanda, everyone in the family’s told you what a jerk he is. I know this is harsh, but maybe the person you’re angry at is you. Why do you let him treat you like that?” Her face fell, she just looked down at the sand beneath her feet.
“I guess, I just don’t think I’ll find anyone else. When he’s good, he’s pretty good. I haven’t dated anyone else in a long time. I worry I won’t find anybody else. Plus, I think it’s my fault since I won’t let him- um, you know.”
“Sleep with you?” I finished, uncomfortable.
“Yeah.” Amanda looked back down at the sand. She seemed insecure, something in her posture just told me. I caught her glancing at her chest, then at her lap, lastly, she crossed her legs, as though hiding something she were ashamed of. That was it! She was feeling unattractive, ugly.
“Sis-” I brought my fingers under her chin, raising her head to look at me. “You don’t need to worry about him. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, and you’ll find a guy who’ll treat you right.”
“I don’t even know what that means.” She glanced at me with, what, curiosity?
“You’ve never been on a good date before? Like dinner and a movie and a kiss goodnight?” I asked dubiously.
“Not without the guy making a pass or, you know, glomping my muffins.” She smirked.
“Agh! You couldn’t have phrased that any differently?” I exclaimed, making a face. Amanda laughed, then I did too. “Tell you what, I’ll just show you. I’ll take you on a good date, then you’ll know.” I smiled at her.
“What? You’re my brother! That’s too weird!” She was fibbing, I could see she was excited. I called the house. I told our Mom that Jake had broken up with Amanda and I was going to take her out, get her mind off of things. She told me that was just like me, being sweet or whatever, and to be home by ten thirty. I told her we would.
“Follow me, Mademoiselle.” I said, taking my sister by the hand and helping her up. She giggled and I led the way back to my truck. I threw some junk out of the passenger seat and got the door for her. Then I got in, started the engine, and drove. I already knew exactly where our destination would be.
“Where are we going?” Amanda asked, pushing my shoulder playfully.
“Duh- surprise.” I responded, rolling my eyes at her. I got another push on the shoulder for that and had to check my direction to keep from swerving into oncoming traffic. Soon, we were at the best restaurant in the city.
“Oh my God, La Calombe! Wait, no! It’s too expensive! You can’t!? Amanda tried to protest but I could still see the excitement etched in every line of her body. I got out of the truck and got the door for her. “I’m not dressed nice enough! I look horrible.” My sister ran her hands along a tress of her hair, something she only does when she’s nervous. I helped her out and shut the door behind her, locking the truck with the push of a button.
“Amanda,” I said, resting my hand on her cheek. “You look beautiful. You deserve this. Now come on, I want some of those thin, little breadsticks.” I took my sister by the hand and led her to the door. A doorman let us in. I asked the maitre de’ for as nice a table as he had available, and gave him twenty dollars. I realized afterwards that that was probably the silliest, cheapest attempt at a bribe he’d ever received, but he seemed to understand the situation and brought us to a table at the center of the restaurant, directly beneath their massive, crystal chandelier.
Dinner was delicious, even if I couldn’t identify every dish we had. The string quartet sounded beautiful and Amanda and I were able to have one of the best conversations I’d ever had with my sister. She told me about how college entrance exams were worrying her, about how she didn’t want to be like everyone at school but didn’t want to be left out either, and how she would’ve rather been an artist than a journalist, but art majors didn’t make any money making actual art. Throughout every moment, Amanda was smiling and the crystal chandelier lit up her eyes with a thousand starry points.
When we left, I checked my phone, it said it was only eight twenty. “We still have two more hours. But, if you want, I can take us home.” I was only playing, I knew she’d never agree to go home, but I needed to show her what a considerate, good guy would do.
“No! I don’t want to go home yet. I want to stay with you. This has been the best night I’ve had in- well, a long time.”
“Alright, I know what we can do.” We weren’t far from Lake Brinnegan. I knew a spot by the shore that would look great on a clear night like the one we had. I opened the door for Amanda and helped her in. As I leaned forward to make sure she was in all the way, I was surprised. I felt something warm and soft and wet on my cheek. Then it was gone. My fingers went to my cheek and my eyes to my sister. She’d kissed me.
“That’s your reward for dinner.” She smiled and after I recovered, I shut the door for her. It had been really expensive but I didn’t care, every dollar was well spent. I got in the truck and started the engine. We drove to the Lake in silence. Amanda knew the way, so it wasn’t a surprise, and I was too in shock over the kiss to pay attention to anything but the road. Amanda had never been the type of sister who kissed you, not even as a little kid. I was always a “yuck-o boy.” The kiss she’d given me had been quick, but not a peck. It had lingered for a moment. Did that mean anything? And more importantly, why did it matter to me? Nervous, I couldn’t even look at Amanda.
By the time we got to Lake Brinnegan, and pulled up to the shore in reverse, I had recovered mostly. I grabbed a slightly musty blanket from behind the passenger seat and we hopped out of the car. Amanda was already in the bed of the truck by the time I shut my door, there was no way I could?ve gotten to it in time to get it for her. I hopped up as well and spread out the blanket. The stars were all out and the moon was a silvery curve above the trees. I had chosen a spot for from the houses that dotted the lake, so we could see the sky perfectly and its flawless reflection on the water.
We laid down and looked up the stars. I clasped my hands behind my head and splayed my elbows out, relaxing at best as I was able. I wished I had kept pillows but that might have sent the wrong message to people who saw them. “Oh well.” I sighed, out loud by mistake.
“What?” Amanda asked as she wriggled around on the blanket, trying to get comfortable. I figured that now was as good a time as any to act out the cliche of naming stars.
“Do you see that star up there?” I asked, unclasping the hand furthest from her and pointing upwards.
“That bright one?” She asked.
“Yep, that’s Aurora Borealis.” I said. Amanda laughed out loud, losing it for nearly half a minute.
“That’s the North Star you bone head!” She snickered and laid down again, resting her head on my clasped arm. She snuggled up to me. I didn’t like it that it made me a little aroused. I wasn’t a total rookie but I hadn’t had many attractive girls “snuggle” with me. I managed to stay cool.
“You cold?” I asked nonchalantly.
“No.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her head turn towards me. I turned to look at her. Our eyes met, each staring deep into the other. She was so beautiful and now she felt beautiful. I could see it in her slightly blushing cheeks, the corners of her lips, and especially in her gorgeous brown eyes. Yet there was more than that, something else, what was it? I felt her breath on my face. I leaned towards Amanda. What was I doing? She tilted her head as she came to me. Our eyes closed. What was it? Contact.
I felt her lips on mine. They were soft and warm, like pillows after a good night’s rest. I gently pressed my own against them. I felt her sigh, felt her warmth breath exhaling. Every inch of my body tingled. I felt my head spinning and I only wanted more. I reached my free arm around and ran my hand through her hair, letting the silky threads cascade through my fingers. We moaned together softly. That snapped me back to reality. I broke the kiss off.
“Amanda, we can?t do this.” I said, as forcefully as I could. My breath was gone. I could still feel her on my lips.
“Why?!” She cried out. Every fiber of her body screamed distress, panic.
“You’re my sister. This isn’t right, hell, it isn’t legal.”
“Tell me you care about that.” She said forcefully, her face coming so close to mine again. I could just- No! I turned aside, looking at the trees.
“I care about you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t want you thinking this is how all guys act.”
“That they’re sweet to me? That they listen to what I say and treat me right? That they act like they love me? I shouldn’t think that?! Right, of course, I should’ve known!” Amanda moved to hop out of the truck bed. I moved faster than I knew I could, catching her just above the elbow.
“Don’t go.” I whispered. I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t take it.
“Why shouldn’t I? You just said you didn’t care.” Amanda spat back. She was trying to hide her pain behind anger. The pain was from shame. I thought it was from kissing me, her brother, but it wasn’t. Somehow, I could sense that she felt empty again, worthless. It was etched in the glint of the moon on her irises.
“I do care.” I said softly.
“Sure, yeah, I’m your sister and all that. You want me to be happy and you love me and all that.”
“Amanda!” I yelled, surprising even me. I pulled her towards me and moved to her. As she spun, I placed my other hand on her waist and caught her, pulling her against me. Her eyes were wide with surprise, uncertainty, and hope. Hope most of all. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against hers, all the while thanking God that I didn’t miss.
This kiss was different from the first one- there was passion. There was fire in the kiss. Our lips melded together and our moans echoed their movement. She pulled lightly on my upper lip and I pressed her against me, no longer caring that a certain part of my body had swollen rapidly. She released my lips and I immediately pressed against her, pushing her down onto the blanket. I rested my hands on either side of her and she slipped her fingers through my hair, pulling me down against her. I felt Amanda?s lips relax and I pushed my tongue between them. My sister’s moan only excited me more and I pressed further, finding her tongue and inviting it to dance with a flick of my own. We wrestled and twisted our tongues together, moaning louder and louder with each movement. Finally, we broke apart for air and I looked down at my sister, at Amanda.
She was breathing heavily, excited and aroused. She smiled at me and indicated for me to come closer with curling of her index finger. I leaned in and she placed her lips beside my ear, just grazing it in the most excruciating way. “I want to tell you something but it’s a secret. I’ll only tell you if you make me a promise. You have to swear to do something for me.”
“Anything you want, Amanda. I promise.” Perhaps I should have given the request more thought but I was so excited, so utterly out of my mind, that I would have said yes to anything she wanted.
“Okay, do you want to hear the secret now?” She pulled back and looked at me, her face taking on a serious expression. She was feeling something raw, something that she considered absolutely vital to her identity. I nodded gravely. She moved forward, just slightly, and looked deep into my eyes. “I love you.” I smiled and she followed my lead. I leaned down and with abandon kissed her again. I was surprised when she drove her tongue past my lips and deep into me. I moaned and brushed my hands down her sides as I rested on my knees. Amanda let out a long, throaty sigh and, grabbing my by the neck, pulled me on top of her and off my knees.
Our lips met again but I quickly broke away and found the nape of her neck. I flicked my tongue against her milky, flawless skin and elicited a noise from my sister. I repeated the action again and again, running my mouth up and down her neck, until my sister had dug her nails deep into my jeans and was grinding her hips against my member as hard as she could.
“Y-your promise!” Amanda choked out between moans.
“Mhmmm.” I murmured as I sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.
“AHH, y-you, I mean, AAH! I want you to do something NOW!” She cried out at the end as I flicked my tongue against the spot I had trapped between my lips. I grudgingly let go and looked at Amanda again.
“Anything you want.” She turned to face me, the same look of seriousness on her face once more. She pressed her hand against my chest, then slid it down, lower and lower, till she clutched my erect member. Amanda smiled again and her eyes took on the sexiest look I had ever seen.
“Make love to me.” She crooned and squeezed me. I grunted, it felt so good. I was done arguing but I wanted to make certain that it was what Amanda really wanted.
“You haven’t done this before, right? I mean, you’re a virgin?” She nodded, slightly bashful. “And you want me to be your-” Amanda cut me off with a kiss. I sighed and leaned into it. She began to rub up and down on me. I shuddered and allowed her to continue. I brought my hands to the edge of her shirt and, after a nod from Amanda, lifted it up. She arched her back for me, allowing me to raise it all the way to below her shoulders. She had beautiful breasts, enclosed within a pink, pushup bra. I felt myself shaking as I reached towards her chest for the first time. Amanda lay back, allowing me total access to her body. I slipped her right cup down, then held her breast. It was so soft, but firm and it filled my hand completely. I pinched her nipple and Amanda moaned for me while I slipped her other bra cup down. Soon, I was squeezing and twisting her areolas until Amanda was almost screaming. Wanting to drive her over the edge, I placed a knee between her legs, forcing her to grind against me. Next, I bent my lips down to her right breast and took her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue against the tip.
“AHHH! God, YES!” She screamed. I sucked harder, taking more of her breast into my mouth until I couldn’t take anymore. My tongue thrashed around, caressing every part of the breast. Once I felt her nipple completely stiffen, I switched. I repeated the process on her left breast and all the while, I felt the warmth of my sister frantically grinding against my knee. At last, I switched back to her right breast and took as much of it as I could into my mouth, all at once. I flicked my tongue against her again and again, squeezing her other nipple with my left hand, and lastly, I reached between her legs with my right and rubbed my finger tips against her at a blinding speed.
“AH, DON?T STOP!” Amanda yelled. I sucked down, squeezed and rubbed as hard as I could, all at once. She was so close, then she tipped over the edge. “I’m CUMMING!!!” She screamed. Her back arched off the truck bed, and she held my head to her chest as her body convulsed and shook for nearly thirty seconds. As the orgasm passed, she fell against the blanket, exhausted. I lay down with her, and took her in my arms. She was glistening with sweat.
“That was- that was… oh my god, thank you so much. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Did Leah teach you how to do that?” Leah was my ex-girlfriend. I shook my head, I’d actually kind of just known how. That, and porn was quite an education if one looked in the right places. “I love you.” She whispered in my ear.
“I love you too, Amanda.” I whispered back. I felt a hand rubbing at my crotch. “What are you doing?” I smiled at my mischievous sibling.
“I have to return the favor don’t I? Just, don’t be too disappointed if I’m not as good as you.”
“You’ll do great.” I smiled and lay down. Amanda undid my jeans and slid her fingers beneath the waist band. I lifted my hips and she slid the pants off, with a little wriggling and the removal of my shoes. Next, she yanked my boxers down impatiently, exposing my throbbing dick.
“Wow, it’s big.” She said, slightly awestruck.
“It’s not that big.” I smiled. I was a little above average but nothing freakish.
“It’s bigger than Jake’s.” Amanda added with a frown. Then she leaned down and licked up along my shaft. I grunted loudly, it felt amazing. I couldn’t believe I was doing this with my sister. “Mm, tastes better too.” She smiled. She rubbed her hands together quickly, and breathed on them, to warm them up. The she slid her fingers around my shaft, one by one, and pulled my cock up. I moaned at her touch. “Now, tell me what you want me to do.” She grinned down at me.
“You do whatever you’re comfortable with.” I smiled back at her.
:Nope! If you want me to do something, you tell me exactly what it is- and don’t hold back.”
“Amanda, I can’t-”
“Do it! You earned it and I know you want to or-” Amanda pursed her lips just above my head and let a small thread of drool fall onto it, like syrup. “Do you not want to see your sister swallow?” That pushed me over the edge.
“Amanda, suck my cock.” Amanda bent down and kissed my head, then moved up and down the shaft, licking every inch of my dick. She pursed her lips as tightly as she could and pressed them against my tip. Slowly, she pushed down harder and harder, it felt so tight, so incredible. I was amazed I hadn’t come yet. As the pressure became almost uncomfortable, I lost control and my hips bucked, thrusting my dick deep into sister’s mouth. Her eyes went wide with surprise but we were both moaning at the sensation.
Amanda paused, unmoving. I took the unspoken hint.
“Suck it, Amanda. Bob up and down on your brother’s big cock.” She obeyed immediately. I watched her lips travel all the way up to the base of my head and then back down to an inch from the bottom of my shaft, as far as she could go. She lifted her lips and then took my cock again, going faster and faster each time, then wrapping her hand around the bottom of my shaft. She began pumping as her lips sucked down on me and her tongue coiled around my shaft like a snake. It was so good, I began pumping with her head, thrusting my dick deeper into my sister’s mouth with each dip. When I felt her start to moan, I knew I was close to cumming.
“A- Amanda, I’m close to- AH!” I moaned as my sister dove all the way to nearly the base of my dick. Just then, my phone started ringing. I managed to fish it out of my pocket but before I could answer, Amanda snatched it out of my hand and threw it to the far corner of the truck bed. “Amanda, it’s Mom-AH- AHH!” She bobbed her head up and down again and again, her nose brushing against my crotch each time. She cupped my balls with her free hand and kneaded them.
“FUCK, AMANDA! YES!” At the verbal excitement, Amanda decided it was time to make me come. She squeezed my balls, pumped up and down on my shaft with her other hand and sucked hard with her mouth, as far down as she could be. “I’m CUMMING!!” I screamed to my sister as I felt my orgasm erupting. Each rope of cum shot out like nothing I’d ever felt before. My hands were clenched in my sister?s hair and my vision swam. I fired cum deep into my sister’s mouth again and again. Nine, ten, and the shots just kept coming. By fifteen, they had died down slightly. I was done by the seventeenth. I collapsed against the truck bed, only barely noticing the ping of the voicemail alert.
I looked up and saw my sister with her cheeks full, looking down at me.
“You don’t have to-” I began but before I could finish, my sister had tilted her head back and swallowed my entire load. She showed me her empty mouth with pride and I took her in my arms.
“Was that good?” She asked.
“The best orgasm of my life.” I said awestruck, echoing what she’d said. Smiling, Amanda laid down beside me and for a minute we just held each other. Her eyes were so beautiful. I saw nothing but happiness in them. She was content, full of love, and with the desire to love. She was perfect. We were perfect. After a few minutes, I grabbed the phone, which was just within arm’s reach.
“Crap!” I exclaimed.
“What time is it?” Amanda asked as she kissed a trail down my neck.
“It’s nearly midnight!” I listened to the voice mail from Mom. She was not happy. She sounded upset and asked where we were, why we hadn’t come back, and to call or come home as soon as I got the message. I called her back and said that I had been helping Amanda feel better, which was true, had lost track of time, which was also true, and that it was completely my fault, which Amanda frowned at but which I felt was true. Mom was still angry when we hung up, but I had defused the situation for the most part. I kissed Amanda softly.
“Sorry, we’ll have to finish this another night. If you want to…”
“Of course I do.” Amanda said, then pressed her lips against mine.
“Same here.” I whispered, then we dressed, got in the truck, and drove home.

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3 – Joan (She Lived in the Basement)

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have two prior stories, and this is third story of my teenage sexual encounters. While the other two stories are not necessary to read, there are a couple allusions to the other stories in this one. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is.
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When I was about 13, a family friend needed to move out of her apartment. She shared a place with her younger sister, and her sister had recently become engaged. Rather than having to pay for a 2-bedroom herself, Joan offered her younger sister the apartment and needed a temporary place to live. What was supposed to be a month visit, maybe two at the most, turned into a stay between three and four years in length. Not being able to afford an apartment, except in some of the less-desirable places to live in Toronto, my parents insisted that she continue to live with us until she found something suitable. Eventually, she was just like another part of the family, and it wasn’t such a bad deal for my parents; Joan offered to help out around the house in many ways. When she first moved in, my parents had just entered their fifties, and following my father’s financial success, they were very interested in doing a lot more travelling. Joan helped out by looking after me and my older brother, and checked in on my sister who had recently entered her first year of university.
Joan was not a striking beauty by any stretch of the imagination. She had very fair, shoulder-length blonde hair that she typically kept in a tight pony tail. She was probably a good forty or fifty pounds over what most people would consider ‘comfortable’. For a woman standing at 5’7”, she was bordering on obese, but kept an active lifestyle to the point that she wore the weight well. She was chunky, but not in a completely repulsive way. The only real problem I had with her appearance was her nose. She had two grey-blue eyes, but you could barely notice them with her rather large nose protruding from her face. Despite what I saw as her only real physical flaw, I often found myself masturbating to fantasies of Joan. Our relationship was somewhat bizarre in that she fell somewhere between an older sister or cousin, and a mother figure. She helped raise me through some of the more challenging years of a young adult’s life: puberty.
Joan was a very nice lady. She was always concerned for my well-being, and wanted to make sure that I had space when she was in charge. She didn’t hover if I had friends over, and she generally was ok with my friends and I drinking and smoking as we got older. When my parents would go out of town on one of their suddenly frequent vacation to Europe or the Caribbean, Joan was there at my beck and call, despite working a fulltime job herself. She would get up earlier to drive us to school, she would make dinner, and she would basically have very minimal social life while my parents were out of town. The woman had gone from dating occasionally to being a sweatpants and laundry-day shirt kind of lady on a daily basis.
As the years went by, Joan was very helpful in shaping the man I was to become. She was open and honest about things that I was just never comfortable talking about with my family. I was very clueless of any sexual effect it may have had on her, but she was very understanding when I came to her to talk about sex and relationships. As I said before, she was kind of somewhere between a much older sister and a mother. Joan wouldn’t hesitate to get into the details of sex, and even told me how to properly eat a girl out. She had appeared overjoyed when I told her of some of my first sexual experiences with Emily, my first real girlfriend, and her eyes always seemed to light up whenever I’d come into her room before she went to bed, so we could chat about anything and everything.
The summer after I finished tenth grade, I had absolutely nothing to do. I was never a camp kid even though I was in Beavers, Cubs, and Boy Scouts from the age of five. My father wanted me to work at his offices during the summer, but I managed to get out of that situation by explaining that it was my last real summer as a ‘child’. I assured him that I would work for him the following two summers before I went off to university myself (I was very fortunate to not have to keep a part-time job while I was in high school, due to my father’s success).
In the last year, I had turned from a moderately flabby, but not overweight, individual into a bit of a jock. I spent more time in the gym than I did doing homework or studying, and I was very proud of the body I had shaped – it had helped me get my first girlfriend, and I had had sex with six different girls since my personal transformation had occurred. The only shitty thing about my summer starting was that I was no longer getting it on the regular from Mrs. Curtis. This meant that I would be wholly relying on parties and maybe getting a new steady girlfriend to have any amount of sex.
By late June, I had been out of school for about two weeks, and Joan had noticed a definite shift in my mood. I hadn’t fucked for a week, which was pretty on the low side considering I had been having sex at least three times a week for the last six or so months. She was acting cheery around me, and was taking a lot more liberties with our time spent together. She had begun putting her hand on my leg, and wearing skimpy noodle-strap tank-tops that barely held her in rather large breasts.
One evening in early July, I was sitting in the kitchen eating dinner. I had no plans because it was a weeknight and half of my friends were either at camp or on vacation. Since no one was home, I had been walking around the house with no shirt or boxers on – just sweatpants. As I was eating, Joan came home and made her way into the kitchen to say hello. Before she even got within five feet of me, I was incredibly aware of how plastered she was. She was slurring her speech a little, walking very carefully, and most of all, she reeked. She smelled like she had smoked a few packs of cigarettes and then had a dip in a bath full of booze.
“How was your day,” I asked Joan, trying to be polite. I was a little concerned because I’d only ever seen her this drunk once before, and she wasn’t living with us at the time.
“It was exquisite,” she managed to mumble.
“How did you get home?” I hoped she hadn’t driven.
“Got a cab. That chicken smells awesome. I had salad for lunch. Can I have some?” She was muttering non sequiturs, and had already started picking pieces of chicken and feta cheese out of the salad I had prepared before I could respond.
I got up and quickly went across the kitchen to grab her a glass of water. She was going to be pretty hung over in the morning unless she downed a few litres before she passed out.
Returning to the tables, I started pressing for information that I knew I already had the answer to. “Any hot guys at the bar?”
“Of course there’s hot guys at the bar. That’s why we go after work.”
Smiling slightly, I got her another glass of water. Judging by the amount of time Joan spent at our place on weekends, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if my two sexless weeks were peanuts compared to her current dry streak.
“You should go home with one of them sometime. You deserve some fun too, you know. Jake (my brother) is moving out in a couple months for school, and I’m old enough to look after myself.”
“I need them to want to go home with me too, sweety.” She had struck out with whatever guy she’d been hitting on at the bar.
I knew that this situation was likely headed towards what I call ‘blubbery drunk’, when someone is just so incoherent that they start crying a little. The next thing you know, they’re bawling and sobbing uncontrollably, and you can’t understand a single word they’re saying. Refilling Joan’s glass a third time, I set the glass down on the table in front of her chair and gave her a big hug around her neck from behind.
“You’re probably too good for any of those fucking idiots anyway,” I reassured her. I could feel her body fighting off some trembling as she tried to maintain some decent level of drunken composure.
“I’d kill to have a hard cock in me tonight.”
I was floored. Obviously most people like sex, that’s no secret. But my parents and their friends had never really been ones to openly discuss their sex lives. Yes, my father made innuendos, but they never outright discussed any aspect of fornication with each other or in their pasts. I wasn’t really sure how to handle the situation, so I sat down beside Joan and offered her another hug from the front.
As we embraced, I could feel her loosen up a bit. She was definitely calming down, and her body was relaxing a bit.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to me, briefly catching my eye before looking down at my crotch.
I hadn’t even noticed her hand until that moment, as it was quickly climbing up my leg. I wasn’t aware that how I was sitting was pushing my cock against my sweatpants and giving her an outline of my still flaccid member. I was maybe a tiny bit aroused before hand, so my cock had a tiny bit of life, but nothing that would have drawn any attention.
As I stood up to try to back from her, Joan’s hand darted forward and hooked into the front of my sweat pants. Rising, my pants dropped and my limp cock was suddenly inches from her face. Grabbing Joan’s hands before anything happened, I drew my hips back, trying to remove myself from this situation before it got worse. How embarrassed would she be if she touched me while she was absolutely hammered?
Before I could flee the room, Joan had pushed me back. With the back of my legs resting against a chair already, I fell into the seat and wasn’t quick enough to move before she was on me again, with the determination and unwillingness to quit that comes with being incredibly drunk. My pants had fallen around my ankles, so she reached out and grabbed my flopping penis well I tried to pry her grip open. Looking me in the eye for only a moment, her head suddenly bobbed down to meet its prey. As my cock entered her warm mouth, my resistance quickly lessened, and my hand that was on her head had gone from trying to pull her away to trying to force her into a rhythmic assault.
My cock was rapidly getting harder, and soon my full eight and a half inches was getting wet with her spit. I pushed back gently on her to allow myself to stand up. Grabbing her ponytail in my right hand, I held my cock straight with the left, lining up her throat for what was about to come. I was willing to allow myself to become lost in ecstasy in a moment.
Out of nowhere, I hear keys in the front door. My parents have arrived home from their dinner date and have brought their friends back here for coffee. Scrambling to shove my rock hard dick back into my pants was a challenge, especially with Joan not sensing the reason for my urgent movements. As my parents turned into the kitchen, they were greeted with me sitting opposite Joan, looking like we were just chatting. Had they come into the kitchen before passing into the living room, they would have noticed that Joan’s leg was stretched under the table, continuing to trace my cock through my pants.
“How was work, dad?” I asked as he came in to the kitchen to get the coffee started.
“Shit,” he mumbled. “Can you go put a fucking shirt on? At least until the Lee’s leave.”
“I will in a second, dad. Just gonna finish my dinner.”
As he left the room, Joan stumbled her way over to me, kissing me full on the lips. She reached down to continue to play with my cock before I swatted her hand away and told her this couldn’t happen. She pouted and was going to start crying again, so I quickly threw her over my shoulder and got her downstairs to her room. I left her fully clothed on her bed, with a couple bottles of water and a garbage can. I then went to my room to get dressed, before saying hello to the Mr. and Mrs. Lee.
An hour later, after the departure of their guests, my parents went upstairs to watch some tv before they went to bed. I knew I needed to go check on Joan. As I descended the stairs, I reasoned to myself that it wasn’t because I was horny and wanted it (did I?), but because I genuinely was worried about her. She was pretty drunk when she got home, and if she had rolled over and thrown up in her sleep, she could easily choke to death.
“Joan?” I knocked on her door, pushing it open slightly so I could listen for a response. Dead silence.
I opened the door a little more, continuing to quietly call her name. I had dimmed the lights before I left her earlier, and it was making it challenging to see – the light from outside was quickly fading, and I didn’t want to startle her or myself by turning the lights on full. Carefully feeling my way along the wall, I made my way past the small alcove-entrance to her room and rounded the corner to find her in an awkward position. Her upper body and part of her thighs were on the bed, but everything else was hanging over the edge. She had definitely been coherent enough to get up at least once in the hour since I hastily deposited her on the bed, as she had changed into her sweats and that tantalizing noodle-strap top. Lying face down on the bed, I slowly crossed the few steps to her still body before once more calling her name and gently shaking her leg.
All Joan did was emit a low moan, as though she were trying to say something. Despite her condition, she was probably still capable of carrying a conversation, though she was not making it easy.
I leaned down to get my head closer to her face.
“Joan, are you ok?” I rubbed her shoulder before trying to carefully turn her over.
As she rolled over, the mounds on her chest succumbed to gravity, pushing the sides of her top out from her body. My penis began to harden, as I remembered how good it felt to have my dick in a mouth again for the first time in a few weeks. I kneeled on the bed, straddling Joan, as I was going to try to hike her up farther onto the bed so she was at least in a comfortable position to get some good rest. As I dipped my body to gain some leverage, my hardening cock ground into her
After getting her head up onto her pillows, I made a snap decision. Standing up quickly, I threw my pants to the side, and quickly knelt down, my ass resting gently on her hips. I knew that if she woke up and didn’t remember what had happened earlier, I was in for a world of trouble to try and explain what I was about to do. Lifting her neck up, I pulled her tank top up and off her body, letting her huge globes flop back down against her. I shuffled up the bed and rested my cock between them, with the head on her lips. Grabbing the side of each beautiful mound in one hand, I started to fuck her tits, my cockhead stabbing her face with every thrust.
Despite feeling pretty good, after only a minute or two of this, I knew it was going to be uncomfortable if I continued to do so. After trying for a few moments to get her mouth opened enough to stuff part of my cock in, I resigned myself to jerking off a big load, spraying her tits and mouth equally with my salty sperm. Reaching back, I cupped her pussy through her sweat pants before squeezing the last remaining drops of my juice out onto her lips.
One of the most erotic experiences of my young sexual life, and the other person hadn’t even been awake to experience it. I immediately began to sense the repercussions of Joan waking up with dried semen all over her naked breasts and face. Jumping off the bed, I got a washcloth from her bathroom and cleaned her up, before sliding her tank top back on. The last thing I did was leave a note telling her that we definitely needed to talk about what had happened, and we could talk the next night after she got home from work, and before she went to bed. I ended by telling her I hope she felt better, and that I had tried to force feed her gallons of water, leaving out the other thing I had tried to shove in her mouth.
The next couple weeks went by, and Joan had been avoiding me as best she could. She would come home having already eaten, or with takeout, and go right into the basement without more than a quick hello to my parents, completely ignoring me. I felt slightly dejected, and was pretty sad that I’d screwed up my awesome relationship with a very nice person. Just after my mother’s birthday in mid-July, my brother announced that he needed to go visit the school he had chosen to go to in Boston to finalize some things, register, and make sure that everything was going to go smoothly with his freshman year of university. My parents quickly decided that they would go with him, and made an entire week of what should have been a one or two day visit. Opting to give him a graduation present of travel, the three of them were going to be spending five days after the college arrangements were in place to drive down to New York and visit parts of the north-eastern United States.
With my sister taking an accelerated program, she was stuck in school all summer, leaving Joan and I alone for a week. Joan must have accepted that it was useless to avoid me forever, because she finally spoke more than ‘hello’ to me for the first time in a couple weeks. My parents and brother had left Monday morning, and when Joan arrived home that evening, she walked into the kitchen to find me wearing just the sweatpants that had become my summer uniform.
“Can you go put something more appropriate on so we can talk?”
“Yeah, I’ll be back down in a minute,” I told her as I bolted up the stairs to grab a tight hoodie.
Returning to the kitchen, Joan was lost in thought dicing some vegetables for dinner and didn’t even notice me come back in.
“So we’re going to talk?” I snapped her back to reality.
“Look, sweety. I have a vague memory of doing some things that I’m very embarrassed about a few weeks ago.” She held up her hand to silence me as I was going to tell her that it was ok. “Ever since I’ve been staying with you guys, my life has become increasingly more isolated. I went from living downtown to living in the suburbs. I went from sharing a place with my sister to being a permanent houseguest. While I appreciate everything your family has done for me, it has also sped up a certain part of my life that I wasn’t really anticipating for some time.”
“What do you mean?” I was very confused with the direction this conversation was taking.
“I’ve become a spinster. I don’t go out that often, I had less dates and sex in the last three years than at any other point since I was a teenager. I wear sweats around the house, and I became comfortable. The worst part is that I’ve been wanting sex more and more being in this house, and have just been unable to get it. I’m not in shape, I’m not the prettiest woman in most conversations, and I’m getting over the hill.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I scolded her. “You’ve got a pretty decent body,” I reassured her. I was lying a bit, but this woman was too nice and caring to feel this way.
“You’re just being nice,” she responded gloomily. “I know what I am, and I know what you are, and what I did a few weeks ago was completely unacceptable.”
“What do you think happened?”
“Well I remember blowing you even though you didn’t want it. That’s about it.”
“Well two things,” I shot back. “First, you were drunk out of your mind, so I think I can give you a free pass on that one. Second, what sixteen-year-old doesn’t want head from a gorgeous lady?”
Joan smiled at me, beginning to blush. “Most young men are fine getting head from less-attractive women too.”
“Would you stop that? You’ve got great hair, beautiful eyes, and you’re not that out of shape. You’re pretty close to a great booty, and your tits are pretty magnificent.”
“My tits?” Joan cut me off.
I knew I’d fucked up. Scrambling to try to find a way out of the situation, I began muttering, “Uhh… yeah.. you know. That tank top…. you have nice tits.”
As Joan looked at me, searching my face for what was obviously missing from the story, I could feel my cock start to harden in my sweats.
“That night…” Joan trailed off. “Rob, what happened that night? Tell me the truth.”
I told her exactly what had happened that evening up until the point my parents got home and I had carried her down into her room.
“So nothing else happened?” She was grilling me. Somehow she knew something else had gone on that evening.
“Well, I went to check on you later, but, uhhh….. yeah..” I started to mumble again.
“Ok, I believe you,” she said, opening her arms for a hug.
Despite my throbbing cock, I stood up and hugged into her, my ass sticking out to stop her from noticing my arousal.
Suddenly, Joan grabbed my ass, grinding my hard cock into her warm crotch.
“I’m not drunk tonight, Rob,” she moaned, rubbing her body along my shaft.
“Joan, I really don’t… I don’t think we should,” I stammered.
“Your dick thinks we should,” she countered.
Her hand snaked down into my pants, closing tightly around the base of my throbbing cock. With her free hand, Joan roughly grabbed the back of my head, pulling my mouth into hers.
I hadn’t really been fighting it to this point, but I quickly spun her around, before tackling her to the ground. After some struggling, Joan ended up on her back, my shins carefully pinning her arms down as she wiggled her hips a futile attempt at freedom.
“Rob,” Joan began.
“Don’t move,” I warned her. Carefully lifting one knee at a time, I managed to shimmy my pants off, my hard shaft now visible to her sober eyes for the first time.
Replacing my knees on her arms, I grabbed her face with my right hand, my thumb pushing hard at her mouth. Despite gaining easy entrance, I continued to try to force my already enclosed thumb further.
“You haven’t fucked in a long time,” I tormented her.
“Please let me up,” she begged.
Ignoring her request, I leaned back and undid her suit pants, before shoving a hand in and cupping her pussy through her panties.
“Jesus Christ, you are fucking soaked!”
“Let me up,” she demanded once again, though definitely sounding more as though she thought she was in control of the situation.
As I slowly got off of her arms, I grabbed her hair, dragging her to her knees, and then her feet. Standing behind her, I dropped her pants to her ankles, and pulled her tightly to me. My cock was now resting between her fat ass cheeks. Holding her stomach roughly with both hands, I bent my knees slightly, allowing my hard cock to run across her panty-clad pussy. Reaching one hand up, I pulled her head backwards by her hair, biting her lip hard and eliciting a loud moan.
“You’re going to get what you want,” I told her. “But first, you’re going to give me what I want. Get downstairs and go turn on the sauna. When you’ve done that, go wait in your room.”
Squeezing her breasts through her shirt, I pushed her roughly from me. Spinning quickly to look at me, she turned and quickly went into the basement to turn the sauna on. Before she could get to her room, I silently ran down the stairs and hid in her closet. As Joan entered her room, she had already taken her jacket, shirt and bra off. Her tits sagged a little, and jiggled tremendously as she skipped towards her bed. As she bent over, I crept out of her closet.
Grabbing her from behind, I tore her panties, ripping them off her legs without allowing her to take them off. As Joan squealed in ecstasy, I pushed her face down into her pillow and climbed on top. Even though she was relatively tight from years of inactivity, she was so wet that I slid half my cock into her pussy with no trouble at all, causing her to tremble in a quick orgasm. The sound was mostly muffled by her pillow, but she was screaming like a banshee, very high-pitched and arousing.
As her brief orgasm subsided, I shoved my cock further into her pussy before pulling out and climbing up beside her.
“Suck my dick,” I barked at her.
She obediently forced my cock into her mouth, gagging at the effort.
Removing my cock from her mouth, I grabbed her once more by her ponytail, and began dragging her to her bathroom. Not allowing her to get a proper footing, she hissed as the carpet burned her knees and the tops of her feet. Pushing the door open, I pulled her up and into her shower with me. After letting the water reach a warm temperature, I pulled her wandering hands from my shaft and told her to clean my cock, my asshole, and her own body, making sure to stress that I wanted her asshole clean enough to eat out of.
As Joan quickly scrubbed our bodies with soap, I roughly grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as I pulled them out from her body. Telling her to hurry up and finish soaping herself, I shoved three fingers into her pussy before forcing them into her mouth. Greedily licking her juices off my hand, she finished her soapy task.
Shutting the water off, I grabbed a bottle of baby-oil of her counter before grasping her once again by her pony tail. Pulling her from her bathroom, I strode with purpose from her bedroom, through the small entrance and into the hallway. My grasp in her wet hair tightened, and though it must have hurt like hell, her gaze never left my cock as it swung back and forth with each stride. Seeing that the sauna was warm enough, I got in and let go of her. As her hands tried to once more reach for my veined member, I pushed her gently away before sitting on the sauna bench and rocking back so my asshole was exposed.
“Eat my ass,” I commanded her.
Joan hesitated for a moment, a slight look of distaste spreading across her face.
“EAT MY ASS,” I screamed at her.
Quickly dropping to her carpet-burned knees, Joan’s tongue began to lick around my asshole. Reaching down, I pulled her head right into me, so that her she had an eyeful of my trimmed sack while her tongue probed my ass. I started to slowly jerk off the top of my cock, causing my balls to rub against her eyes and forehead as she continued to slurp at my hole. After a few minutes of this, I pushed her head away a foot, before lowering my cock to her mouth and pulling her back.
Gagging once more on my hard dick, Joan’s throat was closing off, trying to prevent the rough intrusion. I grabbed the back of head and pulled hard, though it was not fitting into her throat. A small puddle was forming underneath me from Joan’s mouth. Standing up, I leaned her backwards until she was on her back, her tits once again flopping into themselves. I grabbed her throat and started fucking her face, only getting four or five inches in. After allowing her to relax a little bit at this less strenuous assault on her mouth, I pushed hard, shoving my cock until my trimmed ball sack pushed over her nose. As Joan’s body began to shake and fight the renewed intrusion, I held her tightly to my groin. Pulling out to allow her to breathe, I looked with content with the spit and tears mashing together on her face.
I stood over Joan, slowly jerking my cock.
“Lube up,” I told her. She knew better than to ignore me this time – the pain would be excruciating.
After she’d applied some baby oil to her asshole, I had her kneel on floor of the sauna, pushing her ass in the air. Standing over Joan, I pushed my hard dick downward, lining it up with her fat ass. As I slowly pushed my head into her ass, Joan began to tremble a little. After a couple moments, my cock was halfway into her asshole, and she exploded for the second time, her juices cascading down her legs and onto the wooded floor. Working my cock further into her rectum, I was finally resting against her cheeks. Her ass was incredibly tight, squeezing my cock like a boa, asking it to never leave. As I slowly started to pull out and begin a light thrusting rhythm, Joan came for a third time, once again wailing like a demon possessed.
I continued to pound her asshole for about ten minutes before pulling out and telling her to suck me. Without hesitation, Joan turned around and pulled me into her mouth, jerking the base of my cock while slurping hard on my pulsing purple head. Leaning over, I pinched her nipples and roughly squeezed and slapped her tits.
“I’m gonna cum,” I moaned. “Lie down.”
As she lay on the floor, I sat right on her stomach, as she continued to jerk me off. Leaning forward on my knees, I grabbed my cock from her grasp and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her head towards me. As my cock began to twitch, I deposited load after load in her mouth and on her cheeks, chin, and forehead. After what seemed like a good twenty or thirty seconds, my orgasm ended, and I slumped a little bit.
As we exited the sauna, our sweat dripping everywhere, I pulled Joan to me and roughly pushed my tongue into her mouth.
“Go tell your boss you’re not coming in this week.”
———
Final Note:
My parents found out that Joan and I had been fucking for a number of months just before Christmas that year, and she was forced to move out almost immediately.

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