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She lay in bed with the warm evening breeze blowing in through her open window. The setting
sun streaked through her blinds, leaving lines of lights lying across her bare skin. She lie there, lips
parted, pulling in the hot air in before sighing softly and wiping the sweat from her brow.
It had been a long, hard day; her boyfriend of eight years had just been buried and in this heat
that black dress left her body glistening with sweat. She lifted her leg and looked down at her thigh high
lace stocking and six inch stiletto pumps. It was the only thing she had on.
“Sarah?” a voice called as a light knock tapped on her window.
She sat up and looked around, holding her ample breasts with her hands, barely able to contain
her mountainous jugs. It was her good friend Tony; he’d been the person she could count on for
anything. She smiled as she saw him in the window before kicking her legs over the edge of the bed and
stood up. She walked over to the window and let him in before going to the closet and grabbing her
robe.
“I’m glad you’re here, Tony.” She said kindly, holding the robe closed as she sat beside him and
crossed one leg over the other. “But it would have been better if you knocked on the door instead.”
“If I knocked on the door, I wouldn’t have gotten to see the sights I’ve seen.” He said as he
placed his and on her thigh. “How are you holding up?” He asked. “I know it had to be hard to lose Ryan.
You two were so happy together.” His palm slowly slid up and down her thigh. If only he knew how
badly she had missed the touch of a man.
“I’ll be fine.” She lied, following his hand with her eyes. “I have you. What else could a girl
want?” she smiled and leaned into him, kissing his cheek purposely to let his hand slide a little higher on
her thigh and brushing against her sex. Of course he didn’t move his hand away.
“I’m your friend, of course I’d do anything to keep you happy, Sarah.” He said with a smile.
“Really?” She asked with a smile before lying back, letting her robe open for him to see her
body. “Then make me happy, Tony. Lick my pussy.”
Tony stopped and looked at her, not knowing at first if she was joking, or serious. She was his
best friend. If he made a move on her and it was all a joke it could ruin their friendship; on the other
hand Sarah was fucking HOT!!!
She lifted her legs, placing her feet on the bed and waving her knees slowly as she looked
through her parted thighs at him. He shrugged and got to his knees at the edge of the bed, placing his
hands on her hips and pulling her warm sweet pussy into his face.
His tongue slipped slowly along her slit, teasing her opening and collecting her juices on his taste
buds. His fingertips dug softly into her hips as he held her close to his face. Feeling her fingers hold his
hair and her legs wrap around his head and forcing him to eat her more.
Tony sucked her clit into his mouth and felt her body shake instantly at the sensation. Her back
arched as she felt her juices began to flow down his chin. Every nerve ending of her body was on fire,
feeling his skin against hers sent her into a world of pleasure.
“FUCK!! TOOOOONNNNNYYYYYY!!!” She wined as she felt a sensation of pure joy swell in her
body. “I’m going to cum!” he just nodded and continued to work his tongue inside her. “STOP! NO!
PLEASE! UNGGGG!!!” She squeezed his head with her legs as her pussy exploded with juices, all over his
body and down his throat. He pulled his face away as she lay there shaking for a moment, breathing in
heavy as her quaking body slowly subsided.
“Feel better?” he asked as he wiped her juices from his chin with the back of his hand.
“Oh… wow.” She gasped. “What the hell was that?”
“You asked me to do it.” He said with a slight chuckle. “Need anything else?”
“I want you to fill me up.” She said, laying back and spreading her thighs. “give me that big fat
black dick!”
Tony stood up and unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, letting his thick cock spring
into the air. Sarah’s eyes grew wide as she saw the girth of it. He slowly climbed onto the bed and
pressed it against her dripping sex; squeezing the head in and stopping as he looked up at her.
“It won’t fit.” He said as he tried to force it. “You’re too small.”
“Then make it fit damn it!” She yelled as she wrapped her legs around his lower back and pulling
him in. She felt his massive shaft slice into her tiny passage. Pressing against the back of her opening.
“SHIIIIIT!!!” she cried out, digging her nails into his back as the pain coursed through her thighs. She
never was into black men until now. Until this moment. His ridiculously huge cock stretched her open to
the point of pain and she liked it. “It hurts!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Tony demanded her as he clasped his hand slightly around her throat.
“You wanted this dick, and now you’re going to take it!” He pulled out halfway and slammed back in,
ramming her cervix. Forcing her to take his pounding. The bad thing about all this was, somewhere in
the back of her mind she wanted him to take her.
He flipped her over and pulled her ass into the air as he shoved his cock deep into her aching
pussy again, slamming his body against her ass as he fucked her pussy, watching it jiggle with each
thrust. He felt her constrict his dick as she came again and again, repetitively until she began to beg him
to stop.
Tony drove his palm across her left ass cheek, leaving a vivid red handprint as he continued to
fuck her mercilessly. Ramming her insides, bruising her pussy, making her take more. His cock throbbed
hard almost to the point of vibration and was stiff and unyielding. It was like he had taken a jackhammer
to her insides and left the power running.
“TONY PLEASE!!!” She cried as she came again. “NO MORE!!”
“JUST…” he began to shake hard.
“PULL OUT!!!” She begged.
“ALMOST!!!” he groaned.
“FUUUUCK!!!” She screamed as she came again, right before she felt him unload his seed into
her body, flooding her womb with his hot sticky cum he collapsed over her back, forcing her onto the
bed as his cock slowly went limp inside her and they both lay there trying to catch their breath.

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Teresa Chapter 2

Teresa
Chapter 2
I was in the cupboard about ten minutes when the door bell rang and Teresa welcomed Mum in. My heart started thumping with nervousness and excitement as I sat waiting in the cupboard. They came in to the living room and Teresa invited Mum to sit on the sofa opposite the cupboard affording me an excellent view. Teresa went to get some coffee and returned with two mugs. Teresa sat next to Mum and conveyed her appreciation of how Mum looked. She was wearing a summer dress that stopped at her knees with her usual stockings and slightly high heeled shoes. The dress was cut at the shoulder with a low neckline that just revealed some of her pale cleavage.
“How would you like a little something in the coffee Jean?”
“What do you suggest Teresa?”
“Some brandy? It is your afternoon off after all and you seem like you need to relax and that would help.”
Mum agreed and Teresa took a bottle from the drinks shelf and poured a generous amount. Mum smiled as she took a first sip and returned her smile back to Teresa thanking her. They settled in to a relaxing chat about Mum and work, Mum and home, Mum and me, Mum and Dad. Only then did Mum lose her smile and pause. Teresa asked what that was about. Mum stalled not wanting to go into her private thoughts and feelings but she revealed them anyway by her sudden changed mood.
“What is it Jean, you seem upset? You can be open with me.” Mum paused again then suddenly said that Alec was still very loving and warm and seemed happy but,
“He is not very keen in bed these days Teresa. He doesn’t seem to want to do it at all no matter how much I try to coax him or whatever I wear to trying to encourage him. It’s like there is someone else, though I don’t think there is really someone. He just seems so exhausted all the time. Even on holiday he was like a zombie. I don’t know what to do at all.”
“You’re not over the hill Jean. You’re in your prime and look so wonderful I could eat you.” Mum visibly blushed at that as Teresa put her arm round her shoulder and gave her a comforting cuddle that could have been interpreted as an opportunity by Teresa but Mum chose to ignore it even though she liked the attention and warmth she was really missing. She did not try to remove her arm from around her shoulders.
Suddenly Teresa kissed Mum on her cheek. Mum did not respond. Nor did she move away. Teresa swiftly followed the first kiss with another on Mum’s lips. My trousers started to fill as I watched Mum not responding again but not moving either.
Teresa backed off. “I would love to kiss you Jean. You know that I’m inclined to women as well as men. I would love to make love with you and take care of that obvious need you have.”
“I can’t go there Teresa. I know you mean well and I think you are very beautiful but it is just not me.”
“How else can I help you Jean? Do you want a lover?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Taking another gulp of her brandy-coffee she unwound to say, “I just love what Alec has to offer when he does.”
“When did you last do it with him Jean?
“Eight months ago at Christmas for God’s sake.”
“You’re angry with him aren’t you?”
“Yes I fucking am Teresa.”
“Who else is there then Jean?”
“No one.”
“I know someone who is very taken with you Jean.”
Mum looked directly at Teresa looking for her to answer. “Someone very close to you.”
She looked puzzled. “Who for fuck sake?”
Suddenly Mum got it. “You must be joking.”
“I’m not.”
“How would you know even if he was?”
“I have seen him look at you Jean. He is totally taken with you. Haven’t you noticed?”
“I’m shocked that you would think that and shocked also that he might even think about me in that way.
“Ok if I am wrong just be a little bit more observant when he is around you and alone with you.”
“I don’t think I want to take this any further Teresa – you’ve said enough already.”
“I’m sorry Jean if I offended you. It’s quite natural you know at his age and he hasn’t any girl friends as far as we know has he?”
“No he hasn’t but what’s that got to do with it?”
“It means he isn’t distracted by others. It could also just be he likes older women. Some men do you know.”
“Teresa I’ve already tried to change the subject so let’s just leave it there ok?”
I had been very quiet on the chair in the cupboard. But I stood up as I was getting hard just being a voyeur on all of this. Opening my flies I retrieved my prick and stroked it. I had been taken by teresa’s comments as well as the view up Mum’s skirt revealing her stocking tops and suspenders. Her white flesh was so succulent looking, I just wanted to get out there and leapto her thighs. I had to go easy on myself so as not to cum too quickly.
They moved on and Mum looked visibly relieved as they passed to safer topics. Soon Mum intimated she had to go and went to stand up. As she did Teresa put her arms round her and gave her a tight cuddle pressing their breasts together. Mum softened and returned the cuddle. Teresa took another risk and kissed her squarely on her lips. Mum returned it this time and they embraced passionately, Teresa taking her face in her hands and pushing her tongue into mum’s mouth. They swapped tongues eagerly and Teresa moved her hand down to Mum’s cleavage starting to edge toward her fullness. This behaviour was so out of keeping with her uptight stance I could hardly recognise her. Realising how far she had gone Mum, without offending Teresa s, lowly withdrew and announced,
“You are lovely Teresa and so good to me. But I don’t think I am ready to go there. Perhaps one day. I would need a few more brandies too. Very naughty of you to give me the brandy in my coffee Teresa. Thank you again for being so kind and warm with me. You’re a real friend.
“Take care Jean and remember what else I said.”
Mum did not go there and left immediately with another warm cuddle for Teresa. Just as she was leaving Teresa gave her a large envelope from the hall cupboard.
I stepped out of the cupboard with an obvious erection. Teresa smiled but chose to leave my erection alone except to say, “That obviously got you going Ian. What do you think?”
“I don’t think Mum even contemplated my having such thoughts about her. Little does she know Teresa.”
“I’m not so sure Ian. It may well have been the first time she’s even thought about it. So let it settle. She will have you under close observation Ian so be a little discreet and let her know gradually that you have sexual feelings toward her. She might be secretly excited about it.”
She stroked my erection over my clothes and said, “why don’t you take this little beauty home and let it do it good work on your Mum?”
I got up to go, torn by also wanting Teresa to have me but understood what she wanted me to do.
Getting home I walked round the long way to try to get my erection to go down as well as remembering the afternoon and how I was equally excited by Teresa’s attempts to seduce Mum.
Mum was making supper when I got home and I called hello and went to my room to get ready for when Dad would arrive. We ate supper and after went into watch TV together. I decided I could not take any chances with looking at Mum even though she would have no idea of my proximity to her this afternoon. I had looked at her stockinged legs in the kitchen whilst she got the supper out but ensured she couldn’t see me getting off on her seamed calves that got me growing under the table.
I gave my usual goodnights and went to my bedroom. I just had to wank myself to sleep and I played over the wonderful afternoon. I woke next morning with my usual erection heightened by memories of yesterday.
Our flat was well carpeted so that when I went to the bathroom to wash I passed Mum in her bedroom smoothing her stockings up her thighs. She gave no recognition that she heard me and I was able to take in the sight of her full calves and thighs up to the top of her raised skirt. I just had a glimpse of her pants. Trying the discrete stuff I continued to the bathroom and shut the door so that she would have heard and therefore know I had passed her. I needed another wank but decided to stay high with the lovely sights I had experienced.
I emerged from the bathroom just as Mum was going off to work. She leant forward to kiss my cheek as she opened the door and I was given, consciously or not I wasn’t sure, a glance down her dress at the opening and the definite swelling of her breasts.
Was that intentional or not. I decided it wasn’t just my good luck. I had the day to myself as it was the school holidays. I then remembered Teresa giving Mum an envelope on her leaving yesterday. I went on my usual careful foray and found the new envelope under her lingerie. Opening it I was struck by the book’s title: “A Son’s Dream, A Mother’s Need.”
Wow what a woman is Teresa and I recognised she must have a real store of porn. I skimmed it and decided to read it whilst wanking into a pair of Mum’s panties that I had found in the laundry basket. The book appealed to my horniness about Mum as well as the notion of incest.
I was into it at the 2nd chapter when I involuntarily came into the gusset of her panties. They were really soaked. The book really met my dirty thoughts about having sex with Mum and I was only on page 30. I decided that unlike the book I would prefer her to initiate any sex we might have. I couldn’t do what the book was leading on – the son pushing the incestual relations on his needy Mother and almost forcing her. That was just not me and I would only want what Mum wanted. I put the pants down under other clothes in the basket just below the lid. The imp in me wanted her to leave them on top but that would be too obvious. I did have a whiff of the pants before putting them in and smelt the combined odours of us both. It had the effect of getting me going again. But I had spent enough time wanking and Mum had asked me to go to the shops to get the evening’s supper as well as something for my lunch.
When I got home I got some of the food ready (having been well trained by Mum to cook) and went out to see some friends. Getting home later Mum asked me if I knew that dad had to go away that morning early because of work and would not be back for a few days. I hadn’t known but noted that Mum was visibly relaxed and happy.
She had changed on coming home into a floppy T-shirt, but still had her skirt and stockings on. She had changed her outdoor shoes for her slightly heeled indoor sandals. I wasn’t sure about the combination but had no grounds for regret as she was looking rather provocative in the heels, then I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her T-shirt clung nicely to her hugging her breasts that were slightly lower unbound by a bra. Though the T-shirt was not thin it did reveal the slight pressure of her nipples against the material. I was deeply aroused by her display and felt even better when she gave me a hug and said it was good to be able to spend some time just between ourselves, feeling the gentle pressure of her soft breasts against my chest.
We tucked in to our supper and she made a point of thanking me for preparing much of it. At one point she leaned back in her chair to take a sip of her glass of red wine she had poured herself earlier. Relaxed in our company I remarked how well she looked today particularly in her comfortable outfit. She smiled at me.
“Do you like me dressed like this Ian?”
I blushed red but managed to murmur, “I think you look very pretty Mum.”
It was her turn to blush but she then added, “What do you find pretty Ian?”
I struggled then because what I found pretty was actually what I found very sexual. I like your T-shirt mum.”
“Why?”
“I like the way it clings to you.”
She looked down. I noticed her nipples harden against the cloth and a tingling in my balls and prick as I responded to the sight of them. She got up to take the dishes to the sink and walked back and forward with the empty plates and cutlery. Her nipples were still stiff and even more pronounced as she moved back and forth as if the cloth was teasing them. I tried to look elsewhere. She recaptured her good mood and asked me if I found anything else pretty about her.
“I like your sandals and stockings as they have the effect of enhancing your height and legs nicely.” She strutted a calf out to emphasise the shape against the seam of her stocking. By now I was completely hard under the table and could not have got up if I had been told to. She came and sat down again, this time nearer me at the end of the table and crossed her legs revealing her knees and the beginnings of her stocking tops.
“Thanks Ian I haven’t had compliments like that in years. I’m glad I asked you. I didn’t know you thought me pretty at all.
“I think you’re lovely all over and have a lovely beautiful face and shape.” I was mixing beauty with sexual desire more clearly and rather confusingly each. I was acutely embarrassed yet still very excited. We had never had a conversation like this before. I wondered about her conversation with Teresa and my peeping at her then. “Let’s go and watch television shall we?”
I followed her into our living room and she moved her arm to get me to sit with her rather than in our armchairs. She raised her legs up on the sofa and folded them to her thighs revealing tantalising glimpse of thigh which I tried not to stare at.
“You look tired Ian come and rest your head on my lap.” I stretched out and rested my head on her upper thigh and was able to feel her suspender under my head and her stockings tight on her legs before me. She stroked my hair as we watched a rather boring film. I tried to hide it but my erection was growing again. It was impossible to hide it as I had one hand on my side and the other in mums grip. There was nothing I could do. She could see it if she looked and I knew she must be looking. In fact she let out a physical jerk when she first saw it I’m sure. But I did not react. We continued like this for most of the film. She was getting a little cramped from being in one position and shifted so that she could put her legs out straight over the sofa to the floor whilst keeping my head more comfortably in her lap. The effect was to reveal rather more of her stocking tops for my unabashed view. I was delighted but did not know what to do. The effect of her heels was to raise her thighs a little higher so that I was even more ensconced in her folds resting the back of my head on her tummy.
“Are you comfortable Ian?”
“Lovely thank you mum.” I also had a T-shirt on and she moved her hand to my arm and stroked me up and down softly. The film got intense and I glanced up to see her looking at my erection just covered by my boxers. Just then the film ended. She suddenly hugged me and said, “Ian I’m off to bed. I’ll see you in the morning love.” With that she moved herself from my head and placed a cushion there instead. I didn’t move apart from saying good night.
After my erection disappeared I went to my bedroom, undressed and slipped beneath the single sheet as it was so warm. I lay on my back and slowly masturbated to the thoughts of the wonderful evening. I pushed the sheet back and continued playing with myself. Suddenly I saw the door knob being turned as I left the light on. Quickly I pulled the sheet over my prick but still held it as Mum walked into the room and came to my bedside still standing she remarked, “Ian I just wanted to come and give you a proper hug for such a wonderful evening.” She was wearing the same T-shirt but had taken off her skirt so that it came down to just the tops of her stockings and she had removed her sandals. “You have been such good company I feel really nurtured by you.” She leaned over and put her arms around me and pulled me tight against her lifting me off the mattress. I pulled my hand away from my prick and with both hands put them round her to also give her a tight hug. Her breasts were pressed tight into my chest. Because of her position and proximity to me, her hip was cleaving close to my hardon with only her T-shirt between us. I could do nothing about it. We must have both realised what was happening but she did not relent on her hold of me. I was alive with sheer desire. We shifted our heads slightly so that our mouths were almost touching. She moved first and ran a soft touch of her lips across mine. It was so slight, so gentle. She ran them back again over mine. She was taken with what she was doing. I didn’t press advantage in any way but let her drive the sheer sensuality of the lightest of touches across my lips. I was ecstatic. Suddenly the cleaving against my hardon had its effect. I suddenly without any warning came against her hip and released a load of spunk onto her T-shirt.
Mum suddenly realised what happened and withdrew aghast. I couldn’t understand her reaction as she retreated from my bedroom. I felt bereft and very guilty at her departure. I lay in bed for about half an hour and had to get up to pee. Creeping out into the hallway I quietly went to the bathroom. My prick was still wet from the residue of spunk. I sat down to pee without making a noise and directed it to the bowl. Finished I didn’t flush and started back to my bedroom. As I passed Mum’s room I found the door ajar and heard heavy breathing. Glancing in Mum was on top of the sheets with her legs straddled wide open. She had not shut the curtains. Although the bed lights were off there was sufficient light from the street to see her. She was slowly rubbing between her legs without her stockings and T-shirt. Naked as I had never seen her before, I was completely taken by the sight of her. It had not really occurred to me that she would be masturbating after her apparent trauma over me, but she was. I went rigid again as my prick responded to the scene. She looked totally engrossed in herself. I began to wank in rhythm with her. Yet I could not summon the courage to go in. I might spoil if for her or she might be angry with me. It did not occur to me that she would not mind my joining her. I was still shamed but excited. Erring on caution I remained still apart from my silent stroking.
Mum had one hand flitting across her nipples squeezing each in turn while her other hand was alternating high on her cunt and dipping into her hole. I noticed something else too. Her bum was slightly raised. Between her luscious thighs and buttocks I could see something dark. Slowly I saw she had something pressing between her buttocks. Astonished I could make out that something was sticking in her bum. She lifted herself slightly and then pressed down on the thing. It was the first time I ever say something being stuck in someone’s bum. Here she was doing it herself and able to be hands free as well whilst she concentrated on her cunt and nipples. That did it for me I shot my spunk again I was so excited. I had the nous to keep it quiet whilst I came but it did flow over the carpet. Just then she let rip with a huge gasp as she orgasmed along with fingering herself madly and leaping up and down on the rubber thing up her arse.
Retreating back to my room, closing the door behind me I inadvertently let it shut itself. Mistake. She must have heard the door. I slid into bed, crawling under the sheet trying to hide from the possible repercussion of Mum being mad at me and coming to rage at me for disturbing her. More important she must know I had witnessed her rubbing herself to cum.

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My naughty family – part 2

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“Laura, is there something else to put in the car?”
“I’m checking, John, but it seems we are ready now”
“Finally! It looks like we are going to stay away for a month!”
“Come on, John, you know I need to be sure I have everything I need with me”
“I know honey, I know.”
Every year the same scene: my dad gets annoyed while waiting for my mom to be ready, while she ticks every item from her checklist. She is very neat and precise, so when it’s time to pack, she is in charge, but she always fear to forget something. The moments before leaving for holidays are often hectic, but my father is able to keep my mother quiet enough. Me and brother were just enjoying the show.
“Isabel, Alex, come here and say hallo to mom and dad!”
For the first time after many years, our parents were about to go on holiday for one week, only the two of them. I had to fight a bit, but in the end they realized that at the age of 17, I could survive without my parents for seven days.
“Listen, you have food in the fridge, and you just need to warm it up in the microwave”.
“Ok, mom, but you didn’t need to cook all that stuff” I said.
“I don’t want you to eat junk food for a week, that’s it” she replied. “And, Alex, please, take care of your sister!”
“You can be damn sure about it!” I thought. I couldn’t wait for Alex to take special care of me.
“Don’t worry, mum, drive save and enjoy your holiday!”
While Alex was closing the gate, I was feeling already aroused, thinking about the days to come. Alex took me to the seaside for some days one week ago, and we barely touched the sand. I think I spent more time naked than with something on, my desire of cock was insatiable: I usually woke up Alex with a blowjob, and he just loved that. Sometimes we started our day with a 69, and I was glad my pussy was the first thing he saw in the morning. Inside that hotel room we had sex under the shower, in the bathtub, on the floor. A couple of times I also jerked him off underwater after a long swim in the sea. I was always turned on, and so was he: one evening I was out on the balcony, wearing my bikini and enjoying the panorama: I heard he was jerking off on the bed, staring at my ass. Then he came outside, silently took my panties off, and slid his hard cock in my pussy, taking me from behind. All the people walking down on the street could have enjoyed a live sex show, if they only had looked up. I came hard but quietly, not the get everyone’s attention, and the feeling of his warm cum on my back while I was admiring the sunset is the best postcard I could ever collect.
Since we came home, tough, we just had a couple of quickies, so I was terribly horny. As soon as he closed the door, I literally jumped on him, and we started to make out.
“Easy, sis! Let’s wait a moment, if mom realizes she forgot something, they will be back.”
“Uhm you are right… How about you finger me, then? I don’t need to get undressed…” I smiled.
“You nasty girl, come here!” He put his tongue down my throat and grabbed my ass, I could feel his cock on my stomach, and my pussy was already in need of his fingers.
His hand then disappeared under my skirt and started rubbing on my panties, right over my clit.
“Oh finally Alex, yes! Get inside my panties and finger my little pussy!”
Then his phone buzzed, someone texted him. He grabbed the phone and said “Damn, it’s mom, let me read it”.
“Hi honey, we’re already stuck in the traffic jam, but definitely on our way to the beach! 🙂 Love you.”
A big smile appeared on our faces.
“They’re not coming back” I said
“They’re not coming back, and we can go further” he added.
“Then let’s go have some fun!” I said.
We ran upstairs, taking all our clothes off on the way to my bedroom. As we touched my bed, we were already completely naked. Alex took one of my feet in his hands, and started sucking on my toe, he knew how much I loved that!
Then he eagerly kissed me all the way up to my lips, down to my tits, and finally to my pussy. He was literally eating me!
“I love every inch of your body, Isabel”. His eyes were full of desire, adding fuel to my fire.
“And I love every inch of you cock, Alex”.
He sucked my clit, my lips, and licked my asshole, with growing passion. As always, he managed to make me cum in a few minutes, but then I begged him to fuck me. I truly loved every inch of his cock, and with an empty house I was finally free to scream in pleasure.
“Yes, Alex, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard! Make your little sister come, don’t stop”
“Oh yes, Isabel, I love fucking your sweet pussy, I’m coming!!!”
“Yes, Alex, give me your huge load!”
Seeing his powerful ejaculation covering my tummy with his sperm, made me cum as well. I stroke his cock while rubbing my clit to add pleasure to pleasure. We were in desperate need of orgasms.
“It’s going to be a hell of a week, right, sis?” he smiled
“Definitely!” I replied. “Are we having fun again this evening?”
“No need to ask! Where are you going this afternoon?”
“Our cousin Sandra invited me over”
“Oh really?” He looked surprised. “Why?”
“I haven’t seen her in a while. Just a coffee, and probably a bit of girl talk” I smiled.
“Does girl talk include our… intimate moments?”
“Don’t be silly, Alex: what happens between us, stays between us.”
“Ok, Isabel” he smiled “I’ll go meet Simon then. I love you”.
“I love you too”.
I took a shower, then got dressed and went to Sandra’s house.
Although we don’t see each other very often, I feel very close to my cousin: she is 24, and I consider her as the older sister I don’t have. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, she has always been there. You know, there are things you are not comfortable sharing with your mother. My parents feel safe when I’m with her, so we go shopping, we’ve been on holidays together and sometimes I even go out with her. She practically knows all my secrets, but the one about me and my brother… no, she will never get to know that.
Actually we are not blood related: she was born in the Dominican Republic, and she has been adopted at the age of two, because my uncle couldn’t have children.
She is truly a gorgeous girl: her exotic beauty, together with her stunning body and her charming smile are irresistible, and of course she is very popular among men. She could literally choose anyone, if she wanted to.
But sometimes things simply don’t go the way you expect them to go: Sandra is a lesbian.
I think nobody in our families knows it, except me. I was so shocked when she told me, a few months ago, I couldn’t believe it: high heels, mini skirt, perfect make-up, she has never shown a sign of any masculine side. She has been with a couple of boys, but that little voice never stopped – she told me – and when she had the opportunity to be with another girl, during a school camp, she realized she found her way.
I am now used to hear her talking about her adventures, her favorite quote is “you can have fun with a big cock, but no man in the world can eat your pussy like a woman does”.
She offered me an ice-cream, and then we started talking. I told her about the school, and my plans for the summer, she told me about her work and showed me some photos of her recent trip to Paris. Then inevitably, the conversation turned to love and sex.
“I’ve been looking at you since you entered the door, and I’m pretty sure those boobs got bigger, right?” she asked.
I blushed and replied “You think so? Maybe, I’m not sure”.
“You know it!” she laughed “I’m sure boys love your breasts, don’t they?”.
“Well, I guess so…”
“What’s with the shyness, today? Don’t you dare hide me something, Isabel…”
“Come on, Sandra, you know I’d tell you everything”. I managed to lie in a credible way.
“Well, let’s change subject then: listen, I have some dresses I don’t use anymore, would you like to check them out? Maybe there is something you like.”
“Of course I’d like to check them out!”
Me and Sandra wear approximately the same size, and we have identical taste when it comes to clothes. Maybe our DNAs are not so different!
Plus, I could never afford to spend what she spends for her shoes and dresses, so it’s very kind of her to pass something nice on to me.
We went upstairs in her bedroom, and at first she showed me her latest purchases – fabulous, no need to say – then she handed me a couple of dresses to try on.
I took off my clothes, but as soon as I got undressed, I saw Sandra staring at me, saying “Wow!”
And I thought “SHIT!”
“You better explain me something, honey, ’cause I’ve never seen you wearing black lace underwear to come meet me…”
Of course I didn’t want to impress Sandra. It’s just that I know how Alex loves black lingerie, and I wanted to surprise him once back home. Unfortunately I still don’t own any sexy underwear, so I stole something nice from my mom’s drawer, and put it on before going out.
I didn’t imagine that someone else could have seen me, and now I had to come up with a plausible excuse for Sandra. I couldn’t fool her.
“I-I actually stole it from my mom’s drawer” I said, embarrassed.
“Well, it’s no surprise that my spicy aunt owns spicy underwear, and I have to admit you look gorgeous in it. But I still don’t understand why you are wearing it.”
“I-I just wanted to try it!”
“Isabel? No bullshit here, please”.
“Ok, ok. You taught me that a woman must be always good looking, right? Everything in order, because you never know what could happen to you, right?
Well, this evening I’m having dinner with a guy I like, and I wanted to be pretty for him, that’s it!”
Sandra gave me one of her brightest smile: “Oh, Isabel, come here, my little girl!” and she hugged me.
“I couldn’t be prouder of you! My lessons are starting to pay off! Good girl, I’m going to find the best dress for you! Do I know this guy?”
“N-No, actually, he lives quite far from here”
“Then, he’d surely want to be rewarded!” she winked. “I want you to call me tomorrow for ALL the details!” she smiled.
“Promised!”
She seemed very excited about it, and I was glad I came out of that difficult situation. All in all, I didn’t even had to lie that much!
“Let me just say something here, Isabel. You really look great, but your panties are almost transparent…”
“Do you think it’s vulgar?”
“On the contrary, I find it elegant… provided that no hair is shown.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you have to be shaved…”
She must have read the surprise on my face. “You don’t have a second chance to make a good first impression, honey. Your man is more likely to prefer shaved pussies than hairy ones. And anyway, he won’t bother, believe me.”
“Do you really think it’s a good idea?”
“Trust me. If you get to the after-dinner fun, you’ll be thankful”.
“But I’ve never shaved my pussy… I think I might hurt myself”
“And what do you think older cousins are for? I’ll take care of that. When it comes to pussies, I’m the expert!” she giggled, proudly.
“Well, if you think I have to…”
“Let me show you the result, Isabel, so you can see for yourself. Take those panties off, I’ll show you how they look on my shaved pussy”.
I had never exchanged underwear with any of my female friends, but with Sandra it felt completely natural.
“See? It’s way better!”
On a gorgeous body like hers, any underwear would look great, but I have to admit that seeing no hair through the lace was quite appealing. Alex would have loved it, I’m sure.
“Ok, Sandra, let’s shave this little pussy!”
“Yeah, baby! You are going to love it!” We both laughed.
“Should we move to the bathroom?” I asked.
“No, we’ll stay here on my bed. It will be easier for me, and more comfortable for you, since it’s your first time”.
Sandra went to the bathroom and came back with all the necessary tools: trimmer, razor, shaving cream, and a couple of towels. As she walked in, I noticed she had taken my panties off, and was just wearing her bra.
“Do you want to know a little secret? When I’m home alone I love walking with no panties on, it makes me feel so good” she smiled. “Hope you don’t mind”
“Your house, your rules” I said. “My friends would do anything to see what I’m seeing now.” I smiled.
I’m pretty sure Sandra lives in their hottest fantasies.
“Now, relax: you can lay on my pillows, and have a look at what I’m doing.”
I was laying on my cousin’s bed, both of us pretty much naked, and I had just spread my legs in order for her to shave my pussy: I wouldn’t have bet a penny on that, one hour before. Nonetheless, I was completely at my ease.
“The first step is easy: we’ll trim out most of your hair, and if you keep shaving, you won’t need to do it again.”
In a matter of seconds my pubic hair was gone. “That’s already a huge difference” I said.
“Believe me, you’ll love the softness of your skin at the end” she assured.
Then she took the shaving cream and started rubbing it on me. I thought she would have asked me if I was ok with that, but she took it for granted.
“Be sure to put the cream everywhere, so the razor will be more effective”.
Feeling a woman’s touch around my pussy for the first time was kinda weird. There should have been no malice in her hands, but she happened to touch my clit twice, by accident – she said – and I little jumped on the bed both times. I couldn’t deny I was feeling a sort of arousal, anyway. My mind began to picture some awkward scenarios, that I tried to fight back. But the arousal was still there.
Sandra’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Ok, now we can go with the razor”.
As she put the cold blades on my skin, I let out a little moan.
“Oh sorry, Isabel, is everything ok?”
“Y-yes, I’m ok”
“Any chance you might be enjoying it, baby?” she giggled.
I was actually enjoying it quite a lot, her warm hands felt so good on me, and she was very delicate, a true expert. I instinctively spread my legs a little more to let Sandra shave me carefully. I was feeling both relaxed and aroused at the same time, and once completed her job she said, to my regret, “We are done shaving, Isabel.” and smiled at me. As she was talking, I felt her breath on my pussy, and a shiver went all the way up to my head.
“Now let me clean you up”.
Sandra took a soft towel to remove the shaving cream I had here and there on my crotch. I immediately found myself moving my hips to follow her hand, trying to press my pussy harder against it, and moaning in a low voice. The more I pushed, the more she pushed me back. The towel brushing on my skin got me all wet, I just hoped it could dry away the evidence of my involvement. Because I was totally involved.
“Here, admire your brand new pussy” said Sandra. Then she placed a small round mirror between my legs, to let me have a close look at the result: it felt weird at first, but I immediately liked it. I also noticed that despite the towel, I was still wet. But I liked it as well.
“It’s so nice” I said
“It surely is” she replied.
In that moment I realized that Sandra was lying on her belly, with her head between my spread legs, and her face a few inches away from my newly shaved pussy. Her black skin was in contrast with my pale legs, and that picture was amazing to my eyes. I think she saw the admiration I had in my eyes.
“Give me your hand” she said. Then she took my index finger, and began caressing my skin, starting from my knee, then to my inner tights, and finally to my pussy. I was touching myself, with Sandra guiding my hand.
“I want you to feel how soft you are now”
She moved my finger around my lips, up and down, very slowly, to let me feel every single millimeter of my skin. She carefully avoided my clit, which instead was begging for attention. Then she moved my hand up, to reach my belly button, and from there, all the way down to reach my pussy again.
This time she let the tip of my finger get wet with my pussy juice, then started rubbing my clit. My cousin was masturbating me with my own hand, and the feeling was overwhelming, I was about to climax.
My finger penetrated me a little more, but then Sandra took the lead: she pulled away my hand, then softly slid two fingers in my pussy while her lips started to suck on my clit.
I wanted to say “What are you doing?” but I couldn’t spell a single word.
A very small part of me felt I was doing something wrong, but I honestly didn’t care, I was loving every single second of her tongue on my pussy. I groaned in pleasure, and closing my eyes, I pushed her head deep down on my crotch. After a few minutes of pure heaven I reached the most powerful orgasm of my life. I just let out a long, loud scream, still unable to speak.
The waves of pleasure were still beating every corner of my body, but Sandra decided I should get no rest: her fingers never stopped banging me, and her tongue was glued to my clit. I honestly didn’t want her to stop either, and I quickly took the short road to yet another long, strong orgasm.
After I came for the second time in my cousin’s mouth, she climbed up to me and kissed me passionately. The taste of my own pussy is always a turn-on, and I kissed her back while my hand reached down to grab her firm ass. Then I unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Mine was already gone, I don’t know exactly when.
I never ever had lesbian thoughts before, but the only thing I wanted to do in that precise moment was eating Sandra’s pussy. And I wanted it badly. Did I become a slut all of a sudden? Maybe, but I was having such a good time, there was no room for regret.
We rolled over, so I was now on top of her. I licked her ear, went down on her neck, then I squeezed her big ebony boobs with my tiny white hands and sucked her hard nipples. Women shouldn’t be surprised that men love tits so much, especially if you are lucky enough to come across a spectacular rack like the one of my cousin. By her moans I knew she was very sensitive there, and I was loving to give her pleasure. But the best had yet to come.
I couldn’t have enough of the softness of her skin, I kissed her stomach, licked her belly button – another highly sensitive spot of hers – then finally I got there: I almost couldn’t believe I was about to eat my first pussy, but I couldn’t wait for it.
I didn’t exactly know what to do, but then I recalled what Sandra use to say: “no man in the world can lick a pussy like a woman does”, and I just let my instinct lead me.
I started with some innocent kisses on her lips, then I added a bit of tongue with every kiss, and got closer to her clit. Again, I started sucking it gently, then harder and harder. The taste of her pussy juice was lovely, and as my tongue was furiously licking her, I put two fingers in her soaking wet vagina and started banging her.
In a panting voice Sandra managed to say “O-one more finger, Isabel”, and I surely didn’t want to let her down.
With three fingers screwing her vagina, her moans became louder, and I was diving in her pussy under the pressure of her hands. I sensed she was about to come, and so was I.
“Oh Isabel, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m cumming!”
“Yes, Sandra, cum, cum in my mouth!”
“Oh yessss, yesss, YESSSS!”
As she reached her orgasm, I came too, but my lips didn’t move from her clit until she stopped spasming.
Then I laid down next to her, I fingered myself with the hand I had just used to bang her, and finally licked every single drop of our mixed juices from my fingers.
“Welcome to the club, Isabel”, she smiled.
“Thank you! Does this qualify me as a lesbian?” I asked
“Well, maybe you are not a true lesbian, but you do like pussies for sure!” she laughed.
“I know I like your pussy, and that’s enough for me”.
We kissed and hugged, then stayed silent for a while, caressing our skin.
“We got a bit carried away, but now we should choose your dress for tonight, baby”
“Yes you are right, but I don’t really feel any urge to get dressed, right now” I smiled.
“Well, that wouldn’t be polite, but if you want to cancel your date, I think we wouldn’t get bored at all!”. We both laughed.
“I’m kidding” she continued “you should really go meet your ‘friend’ now. But instead of calling me, why don’t you come here tomorrow to tell me how it went?”
“I’ll be here tomorrow, you have my word!”
“And may I have something else, beyond your word?” she said smiling, with false innocence.
We both laughed, and I nodded, kissing her.
She will definitely have much more than my word.

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Peeping Tom: Part 1

The following story is true. Well some of it is true. Ok, the only part that is true is that I did have a paper route and I did maturbate a lot when I was 13. Everything else is purely from my dreams. Onlyl my second story attempt, and the first one that I think I can make into a series. If you have negative remarks, make them constructive please, don’t just say that it sucks. That’s an opinion, not a criticism. Hope you enjoy it.

Fantasy

House Slut 8

After taking Brandon’s virginity, Tegan tries to understand what the other guys expect from her.

Fantasm

My Night in Room 303

I’d heard a lot of stories about The Omni Parker House in Boston. All of them claiming it to be haunted. Now don’t get me wrong, I believed ghosts were possible. But I didn’t believe in all those TV shows. But I was finally going to get to do my own investigation. I stood outside looking up at the looming building. People were glancing at me awkwardly as they passed me on the street. Probably because of what I was wearing. A black tank top, black cargo pants, a fedora, black high tops, and my blue John Lennon-style glasses. Or it could’ve been my weight. I was on the heavier side but I still thought I was beautiful.
From behind me I heard someone speaking in an English accent. I turned around to see one of the guides giving a ghost tour. It was the guide that I had taken the history tour with a few years back. We still kept in touch. He saw me and I gave him a quick wave. He returned it then continued on. I looked up once more at the building, adjusted my bag over my shoulder, and headed inside. Pulling the letter out of my back pocket. I walked up to the hotel desk.
“Can I have the key to Room 303?” The man behind the desk gave me a confused look.
“I’m sorry,” he paused to take a look at me.
“…miss. But that room is not open to the public. As you may know only one person allowed in that room; Stephen King.”
“Oh I know. And I have permission from him right here.” I showed him the letter. I had written to King asking him permission for the room and him, being the not only brilliant author but AWESOME dude he was, had hand-written me a letter granting permission. And not only did he grant me permission, he promised to pay for a night in the hotel.
The guy behind the desk read over the letter and reluctantly reached down for the key. He handed it to me.
“Here you go. Now, because the room is so unoccupied we haven’t cleaned it in a while. It’ll take about an hour to clean up so you may enjoy the sights of Boston or enjoy the hotel bar.”
“Thank you very much.” I took the key and headed into the bar. It was sometime around 9 and I needed some kind of pick-me up. I ordered rum on the rocks and sat there sipping my drink. Suddenly, I heard a deep voice behind me.
“Well hello there. And what brings a beautiful demoness like you to this hotel tonight?”  I took in a deep breath, took another sip and turned to face this man. I was taken aback by him. He was stunning.
His eyes were red like crimson blood. His hair was jet back and slightly spiked. I couldn’t tell exactly how tall he was but he looked about 6’2″, 6 inches taller than me. His lips were in a perfect Cupid’s bow shape. His muscles were well toned. Not huge but nice. After staring at him another minute, I finally found myself.
“Interesting. I’ve been called a number of things but never a demoness. But if you must know I’m checking out the strange occurrences in the hotel.” A smile tugged at his lips and there was an evil glint in his eyes. He moved his hand to my thigh.
“Well how about we create our own occurrence.” I could feel myself getting wet but I remembered why I was really here.
“Back off. I’m here on business.” He moved his hand away from my thigh but the smile still remained. He caressed my cheek.
“Very well. Until we meet again.” and then he turned and disappeared into a crowd of people. I returned to my drink when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Listen buddy, I already told you…” but when I turned to face him, it was the hotel manager.
“Oh sorry, I thought you were someone else.” He moved his hand away and said,
“I just wanted to tell you that your room is ready.”
“Oh, thank you.” I finished my drink, dropped a twenty on the table and headed up to my room. I got into the elevator and pressed the button to go up to my floor. All the while I kept thinking about that guy at the bar. He was so handsome. And his voice was full of lust and passion. If I had been here for a different reason, I might’ve gone for him. I got out and started down the hallway.
I got about four steps down the hall when I heard footsteps behind me. I looked around but nobody was there. I shook my head. ‘I’m either imagining things or this might be a ghost’ I thought to myself. I kept walking down until I finally reached my room. I unlocked the door an entered.
The first thing I did was drop my bag on the floor. I hadn’t brought much. A change of clothes, a notebook, my toothbrush and deodorant, a regular digital camera, and a video recording camera. I took in the sights of my room. It was like my dream room. The sheets and pillows on the bed were black. The walls were painted green and the floors were hardwood. It was not just a room, but a suite. It had a living area and a bedroom with a bathroom extending off. I reached into my bag and pulled out pajamas and got changed. As I was finishing changing my door opened. It just opened. But there was nobody there. I admit, I was a little freaked out. I walked back over to shut and lock the door. But when I turned around, I nearly fainted. He was here. The man from the bar. That same smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets.
“Well, well. We meet again.” I backed against the wall.
“Wha…? Who…who are you? What are you doing here?” he didn’t answer. He only smiled and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing my ass gently. I moved my hands to his chest but before I could push him away, he kissed me. I kept trying to fight it but I couldn’t. I just wanted him and all of him.
He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it. My tongue met his and the two moved around each other, battling for supremacy. When he pulled away I felt weak in the knees. Only one word could escape my lips
“Wow.”
“Let me explain. My name is Shukaku, and I’m a lust demon. I have been trapped on the surface for 600 years and I will be trapped here until I can find a human female to mate with for all eternity. And I want you to be that female, my sweet demoness. You are so beautiful.” I couldn’t speak. I was so terrified but at the same time I just wanted him. Demon or not. I felt the word escape my lips
“Yes. Yes, I will be yours, my dark demon.” The lust set ablaze in his eyes and kissed me. Even more passionately than before. He pulled away.
“Just one thing remains, what is your name?” I spoke, barely audible.
“Aimee. Spelled A-i-m-e-e.”
“The French word for beloved, how appropriate. I need to see you, now.” I stripped for him: practically ripping the clothes from my body and stood before him naked.
“Now my sweet, I’m going to show you my true form. If you accept me for who I am, then you shall be mine forever. Do you understand?” I could only nod. He stepped back and began to change to his true demonic form, shredding his clothes as he did.
He grew to be seven feet tall. A long forked tongue darted out quickly. The muscles he had amazingly become bigger and more defined. He also grew a long scaled tail and large black bat-like wing. After taking this all in my eyes came to a stop on his cock. His thick cock had to be at least fourteen inches long and 4 inches thick. A soft moan of appreciation left my lips. He was magnificent.
“Do you still want me?” I didn’t answer. Rather I knelt before him and began stroking his cock, feeling it become harder. I could hear a growl in his throat.
“That’s my sweet.” I moved my mouth to the head of his cock. I let my tongue swirl around hit and I could him moaning. I began taking him into my mouth. I finally felt him hit the back of my throat. I still had at least another 5 inches left.
He moved his hand to the back of my head and began applying pressure. He kept pushing and I kept taking him in until finally my chin was resting against his balls. He was moaning in pleasure. I ran my tongue up and his shaft.
“Oh! SHIT!” He exclaimed and I felt a gush in my throat as he came. My mouth overflowed and a few drops ran down my chin. I removed from my mouth making sure to get every little drop. Once he was fully out I swallowed his cum. I wiped the leftover drops from my chin with the back of my hand. Shukaku ran his fingers through my hairs.
“You are so wonderful. And now that you’ve made feel so good, I want to please you.” He stood me up and threw me onto the bed. He dove his body down onto mine and began snaking his tongue all over my body. He ran it down to my right breast and flicked the nipple and I could feel it harden. He moved his hand up to my left breast and cupped it. He pinched my nipple and I let out a gasp.  I could feel myself getting even wetter.
“Oh Shukaku, please. I need you now. Please.” I begged. He smiled revealing pearly white teeth with razor sharp canines. He moved his hands to my legs and spread me wide. He took one of his fingers and began to push into me until he hit my hymen.
“Interesting, old enough to order rum but still a virgin.” I looked away, embarrassed.
“I used a fake ID. I’m only 17.” He began rubbing my clit and spoke to me again.
“My my, you do have a dark side to you don’t you?” I nodded and as he kept rubbing my clit I felt myself growing to closer but just as I was about to climax, he stopped.  He moved his hand away and I let up a moan in protest. He gave me that smirk that I was beginning to hate as much as I loved it. I began move my hand down to finish but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He whispered into my ear
“Keep your arms there and don’t move them.” He moved his and away and I felt as if I’d been confined but there were no types of rope to bind me.
“Good girl. Now, are you ready?”
“Yes, please. I need you.” He positioned himself at the entrance of my cunt. I bit my lip, waiting. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down my wet slit. Then finally, he pushed himself into me. I cried out in pain and pleasure. I felt like I was going to split in two. He kept pushing until he hit that barrier. With one good hard thrust, he wiped away my virgin status and buried the rest of his cock into my pussy.
“Oh Aimee! You’re so tight!” He grunted through gritted teeth. He paused for a moment letting me get use to him in me. And then he began thrusting in and out of my tight hole.
“Shukaku! It feels so good! Please harder!” He didn’t need me to tell him twice before he was picking up speed and force.
“My sweet, I’m going to cum in your womb and you will become bound to me forever.” I could only nod as another cry of ecstasy left me. I would willingly become his mate for eternity. After more thrusting I could feel the orgasm building up in me.
“Oh Shukaku, I’m cumming. Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” He continued pounding me relentlessly until I finally felt him explode within me. My pussy clenched around him hard I felt like I was going to pass out. It was pure bliss.
He collapsed against me and the two of us lay there together; gasping for air. He eased himself from me and I let out a slight whimper. He rolled over and lay on the bed beside me as my body kept trembling with echoes of the powerful orgasm. I could finally move my arms. He rolled onto his side and gently began kneading my breast.
“You are now mine forever. You will come to me whenever I call. We can sense when the other is in pain or danger.  Do you understand?” I nodded but then a thought came into my head.
“It’s you, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean, my sweet?”
“You’re the one haunting the hotel aren’t you.” He chuckled softly under his breath.
“Guilty as charged. And I’ve also revealed myself to only one other human. The author known as Stephen King. And I’ve helped inspired a lot of his stories,” Well that explains a lot, I thought as he continued.
“And in return for the stories, he promised to find me a mate. I guess he must’ve found you.” He kissed me gently on the lips again.
“And now I have found the love of my life. And now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.” He moved me into a spooning position and gave a slap on the ass. I reached for his arm and wrapped it around my waist. He moved his leg over mine. I snuggled deeper into the embrace and I felt his chest against my back. It felt so wonderful. He kissed the back of my neck and a shiver went through my spine.
“Sleep now, my demoness.” And after laying there a few more minutes, sleep overtook me. I didn’t know what the future held, but all I knew was that I was now the mate of a demon, and I was going to enjoy it.

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