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The following is a story about a new stepmother who started incest in the new family this is the first part look forward for more

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Meeting Ashley Chapter II

The next few days were a blur of activity. I would make up, work out for a few hours and at the mini golf place by 9AM. Kristen had set up meeting after meeting for me. From suppliers to contractors. The most immediate and pressing need was finding a contractor who could restore the “clubhouse” and also demolish the old, decaying golf courses already on the lot and build new ones in a quick and cheap fashion.
I ended up hiring Blake, who had vastly underbid the the other contractors. He was a bit intimidating, even for my 6’2 frame. Blake was built like a brick house, probably roided up and had a clean shaven head. He looked like Mister Clean and did not respond well when I told him that.
This was way more work than I had anticipated. For the first week or so, I wasn’t getting home until very late. Kristen did an abysmal job trying to cook dinner one night and we simply relegated ourselves to take out.
I never told her about Ashley, of course. And I never intended to. Kristen and I had a perfect relationship, but I decided that she wasn’t meeting all my sexual needs. Kristen’s amazonian body made me crave a small, petite girl like Ashley. Although I wasn’t home much, I did keep an eye out for Ashley around the building, but I never saw her.
By the time Friday night had rolled around, I was exhausted from a week of 14-16 hour days. Kristen was used to that lifestyle, being the work a holic she is. Her energy levels were still through the roof when the weekend came around. She, of course, wanted to go clubbing. She loved to dance and I always thought she loved having a “trophy boy” to show off. So we went to her favorite club with some of her friends.
Her friends weren’t an unattractive bunch, but they had faces and bodies that had been bought. Collagen, personal trainers, tummy tucks and boob jobs. It made them look better, of course, but also tended to make them overconfident and slutty.
Kristen wore a tight purple halter top with displayed her large, natural cleavage. A micro mini skirt was just inches away from showing off her pussy. Black, knee high boots completed her outfit.
Vodka and red bull was the only thing keeping me going as Kristen and her friends traded off dancing and grinding on me. I felt a bit like man-meat to them.
At 3AM, we grabbed some grub at the 24/7 diner and went our separate ways. As soon as Kristen and I got into a taxi she lifted her skirt up a bit so she could straddle me. I’m sure the cab driver had a view of her bare ass. I ran my hand under her top, lifting it up halfway. Ske mauled me, kissing me passionately, shoving her tongue into my mouth.
She was moaning, loudly. Maybe even extra loud for the cab driver? I felt the heat and wetness coming from her satin panties. I reached between us and between her legs and grabbed her underwear on both sides. I used her panties to rub her pussy. She gasped and grabbed my face and was looking deep into my eyes. She looked as if she was silently screaming in pleasure as I continued rubbing her own panties on her. Kristen started bucking wilding now, trying to control the tempo of my ministrations. I let go of her panties and slowly started to push my finger into her now sopping wet pussy. She was audible again and I’m sure the driver was contemplating — I don’t know, actually. Either recording us or kicking us out of his cab both sounded like possibilities.
As I started working a second finger into Kristen we arrived home. She got out and straightened herself out a bit. We made out passionately in the elevator as I pressed her against the walls. At last we were in the condo. Kristen took my hand and let me to the living room. She sat me down in the leather recliner and dropped to her knees.
“I’ve been waiting for this in my mouth all day.” She said as she finished my hard cock out of my jeans. She looked at it lustfully before giving me on long, slow lick from the base to the tip. When she got to the head she swallowed my whole length and I let out my own primal groan.
“Oh fuck yes.” I groaned out. Bigger girls definitely give better head. And more often.
I looked down at her and she was looking back at me the way I taught her to. I could see the lust in her eyes, the wanton desire. She needed my hardness in her mouth, I knew. The wet sounds of her slurping my cock were only punctuated by my moans of pleasure.
I grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting my hips at her, making her choke softly. Her hand was buried underneath her skirt. I wondered if she was flicking her clit or if her fingers were plunged into her depths.
“Take off your top.” I commanded. She smiled seductively as she leaned back and took off her halter top and bra, letting her gorgeous breasts fall free.
“Do you want to fuck these?” She asked, lifting her large tit to her mouth. She licked the nipple and started pinching and rubbing herself. She moved closer and wrapped her tits around my engorged member. I immediately started thrusting again and Kristen was too happy to have me nestled between her boobs. She spit between us, lubricated us further.
“Oh shit, Kristen. I’m going to cum!” I warned her.
She never batted an eye.
I started spurting rope after rope of my cum. She took it like a champ as the first shot landed just under her eye, ruining her make up, I’m sure. The next spurt landed on her chin and she never broke my gaze as she put her mouth over the head and took the rest in her mouth. When she was satisfied I was done she sat back on her legs and opened her mouth, showing me the results.
Then she let it all dribble out of her mouth, onto her chin and chest. When it was all out of her, she began cleaning it up, carefully rubbing it off her chin and putting it back in her mouth. She swallowed and moaned in pleasure as she cleaned her cheek, her breasts and the last bit that had run down to her skirt, she scooped it up and pushed it into her pussy.
Limp and even more exhausted, I moved to the floor with her and began rubbing her body when she stopped me.
“No. Not tonight. That was my gift for you for working so hard and coming out with us tonight.”
Not satisfied with that, I tried again, but Kristen meant business. She stood and went to the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. I barely mustered the energy to flop down on the comforter and finally pass out.
We both slept until noon on Saturday. I made us red velvet pancakes before leaving for the building gym. Kristen left for one of her business inspections, and I decided this would be a good time to hit the pool.
I packed some extra beers in case I ran into Ashley again, but I never did. The pool was empty on a perfect Saturday. I swam laps and basked in the sun for several hours before walking back to the condo to shower.
I left again to get the mail and I hit the last step, I saw her.
Ashley was standing there with both her parents.
I said hello and made some vague mention of having seen Ashley before. I don’t know how cool I played it. The parents introduced themselves, a young couple maybe in their mid to late 30’s. That just made me wonder about the age of the girl who gave me a blow job the week before.
The awkwardness of the situation started to dissipate and her parents cordially invited me and Kristen to come over for drinks later that night. I immediately and politely declined, citing Kristen’s need to work for the rest of the day and most of the evening.
I looked over to Ashley in her cute blue summer dress and her eyes lit up when I said Kristen wouldn’t be home for several more hours.
We said our goodbyes and I promised to take them up on their drink offer soon. I picked up the mail and returned home.
I wasn’t there for 10 minutes before there was a knock on the door and Ashley stood there, looking cute as ever.

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The Vicar’s Wife

Ali was going to meet up with the Pact later that day – so I left for work knowing that there would be a juicy story later that night. Little did I know just how juicy it would actually turn out. She had an extra-long workout and a long steam. After drying off and a pot of nice tea she made up some semen for her cock. Semen is actually a mixture of Greek yogurt, condensed milk and a little salt for tanginess. The girls swear it taste just like man cum. Ali got out her funnel and filled the balls to the brim – she felt she was going to need it. After all she planned on fucking both of her best friends later that afternoon. She was going to do a little shopping first in the village and decided to wear her cock under a pair of jogging pants and my University sweatshirt. Her two friends Jess and Robin had custom made dildos made in London by an artist chap that Robin knows who works in plastic and rubber. He is gay and was more than happy to find models to make casts of their cocks. Jess and Ali’s were around 7 to 8 inches long and Robin being the Amazon that she is wanted a larger 9 to 10 inch monster. Jess and Ali’s are Caucasian in colouring and Robin’s is modelled in black colouring. I have seen them all and they are very lifelike with veining on the shafts and cock heads of varying shades of pink to purple. The balls that are attached are hollow and can be filled with their special semen mix. There is a hollow tube that runs from the balls to the piss hole in the cock head and with a little practice Ali can now make it cum heavily or just like a little precum by squeezing the balls. They have public hair and are attached to a pair of high waisted black latex big girl pants – as Ali calls them. There is a small loop in the crotch so that the semi ridged cock can be held down between the legs. This allows them to be worn in public without too much showing.
Ali grabbed her keys and was ready to drive down to the village when the doorbell rang. Damn she thought I don’t want any interruption now. She looked out the view hole in the front door and it was the Vicar’s wife – affectionately or sarcastically know as Mrs Marple. The Vicar’s wife in English county life is the doyen of everything volunteer and Marjorie was no exception. She ruled all the church ladies with an iron fist. Even the women like Ali who weren’t strictly church goers came up against her iron will through the Women’s Institute or the Adult Education Centre, of which she was chairwoman. Name a village occasion and she was there with her OBE pinned to her enormous chest. The woman had a forty inch chest with double or even triple D cup size. She was an even size from there to the ground with a set of ankles that would make any rugby player envious. Her face could stop a clock and she must have inherited her tweed twin set wardrobe from her grandmother. She had taken recently to walking with a cane in orthopaedic shoes and her thick pop socks. Staunchly conservative she was the model of virtue.
Ali opened the door for Marjorie who was delivering the monthly village magazine, which she was editor and main contributor and the parish office printed under her guidance of course.
“Hello Allison.”
“Oh – good morning Marjorie. Can I help you with anything?” What a question and as soon as she said it she regretted saying it.
“Since you ask dear – could I have a glass of water and a short sit down, my feet are killing me. I’ve been to the top of the village delivering this month’s Village Voice.” She had a canvas bag on her shoulder filled with the magazines and it was clearly digging into her flesh. Ali stood aside to let her in and she turned to walk in the kitchen.
“I think I can do better than a glass of water – how about a small Sherry or a nice pot of Fortnum’s Royal Blend.”
“How about both dear – I am bushed. This farmer’s market jute bag with these small straps are not meant to carry weight – my shoulders and neck are killing me.” Ali could see her discomfort as she let the bag fall to the floor.
“Well come in the living room and have a seat.” Marjorie waddled her way into the living room and Ali set about pouring a tall sherry and put the kettle on the boil. She went in the living room with the crystal sherry glass full to the brim. Marjorie had slipped off her shoes without so much as a by your leave. She had a habit of dominating any area she was in and anybody she was with. Ali sat on the couch.
“You poor dear – Marjorie you do so much for the village.” Of course Ali was being sarcastic – but she never realised. Marjorie took the sherry glass and downed it in one swallow. She began to rub her shoulders. Ali left the room to bring back the tea. “You know Marjorie when John broke his back he suffered from terrible neck and shoulder pains. I took that course at the village hall in remedial massage and got pretty good.”
“Oh yes I remember – the chap from the Royal Orthopaedic Hospital in London taught the class. One of the Vicar’s colleagues. I organised the classes – but sadly I couldn’t attend myself. Does John find it helpful?”
“Oh yes – after a long day lecturing on his feet at the University I can have him right as rain in a few minutes. Sit here on the foot stool and I give you a short rub – it’ll do wonders I promise.” Marjorie got up from the chair and looked at the foot stool rather quizzically. It is five foot long and two foot wide and really a massage table in disguise. “John made the foot stool at the furniture workshop at the vicarage. You know men they make things way too big.”
“I know dear the Vicar has that very same penchant.” While she moved over and sat on the stool Ali went and poured another tall sherry. She handed it to Marjorie.
“Oh – I couldn’t dear not a second – I’m not good at handling sherry.” Ali remembered her a few Christmases ago drunk as a sailor at the vicarage singing at the top of her voice.
“Oh come on Marge – it’s just us and it will help your muscles relax. Make my job easier – please.”
“Well … just this last one.” Ali put the sherry decanter on the coffee table. And stood behind her and began rubbing her neck.
“Heavens you are tight Marge – you poor dear.” Ali is actually a very talented masseuse and was soon digging her thumbs into the big woman’s neck and shoulders. Marjorie began to loosen up a little and relaxed her shoulders. She let out a small sigh.
“That does feel good Allison – you certainly learned well.” Ali had brought some massage oil with her from the kitchen and had it in her jogging bottom pocket.
“I have some wonderful aromatherapy oil that would really help.”
“Please don’t go to any trouble dear.”
“No trouble at all I have it right here.” She showed Marjorie the beautiful body lotion bottle and let her smell the fresh jasmine scent.
“That does smell good – I love jasmine.” Ali reached around the front of her neck and began to unbutton her blouse. “What are you doing Alison?”
“I don’t want to get the oil on your pretty blouse.”
“Oh … I suppose not.” With that Ali unbutton a few buttons down on her blouse exposing her massive cleavage. She then pulled the blouse down on her upper arms. She was certainly a muscular woman with shoulders like a javelin thrower. Ali looked at the red skin under her bra straps.
“Marge your bra straps are digging into your shoulders – no wonder you are in such discomfort. Curse of the full size bosom.”
“Yes … yes dear – you don’t know what a burden it is for a woman my size.” Ali put her fingers under the bra straps and began to move them over to her upper arms. “Is that necessary?”
“I don’t want to spoil your lovely bra.” In fact Marjorie was wearing an industrial size bra from M&S – it could probably stop a bullet. “Put your arms down by your side Marge and try to relax.” As she did her blouse fell further down and Ali let her bra straps slide down her arms also to the elbow. Ali poured some oil in her hands and rubbed them together warming the oil before she began to rub it liberally into her waiting flesh. She started at the base of her neck and worked outwards towards her arms and then down her arms to the elbow. In slow deliberate strokes she repeated the rub several times. Marjorie was becoming putty in Ali’s expert hands. “Your back is also very tight Marge.” Ali rubbed her back down to where her bra was clasped. She did this repeatedly and marge was bending forward and slightly moaning. Ali then started again on her neck and arms and this time when she passed down her arms she deliberately brushed her hands over the side of Marjorie’s breasts. Marjorie had a sharp intake of breath – but she didn’t move. Ali went back to her neck and down her spine . When she had done this a few times she stopped and quickly undid the three hooks holding her bra together – releasing her breasts. Marjorie tightened her arms to her side to keep her bra from falling off. There was no danger of that not with those huge breasts folded over the underwire bra.
Ali pushed her forward and began working on her neck down her back. Repeatedly she worked her back until Marjorie loosed up and let her arms fall free. The back of her bra fell to the side and after a few more strokes Ali let her fingers caress the fleshy sides of Marjorie’s breasts. Slowly her bra was working its way loose from her breasts. On the next stroke Ali kneaded the sides of her breasts with her fingers and palms and her bra fell away into her lap. Ali reached under her arms and cupped her breasts fully massaging them slowly. Then she took her nipples between her fingers and gave them a slight squeeze and then milking them to erection. Her nipples were massive twice the size of a fifty pence piece and dark brown covered in small pips which Ali expertly rubbed. Marjorie was moaning at this point and had let her blouse fall away completely.
“Lay back on the stool Marge.” As she helped Marge lay backwards on her back her breasts fell to the sides of her body and Ali quickly gathered them up and began to slowly massage her breasts. They were very heavy and her skin was creamy white – no sunlight had ever touched these breasts. Ali wasn’t certain – but she felt that Marge had an orgasm – probably her first in a long while if not her first. “Roll over on your stomach Marge.” As she did Ali began to work the small of her back. With some more oil she worked from the neck downward on her spine to her waist. Ali undid the clasp on her tweed skirt waistband and pulled the zipper down. On the next downward stroke she passed under the elastic band of her slip and panties to reach the crux of her ass cleavage. This is a very sensitive part on Ali’s body and it turned out to be for Marjorie as well. She moaned and drew her knees up on the massage table. This allowed Ali to pull down her skirt, slip and panties to her ankles. Marge was lost in ecstasy with Ali using more oil and massaging the cheeks of her ass and working the crack of her buttocks. As she rubbed harder Marjorie spread her legs more and more until her legs were over the sides of the table – completely prostate. Ali rubbed her fingers down until she reached Marjorie’s asshole and then she rubbed circles around the opening. She made no protest and Ali could see the glistening of her pussy juice leaking on to the table. She still had her knees slightly drawn up and this gave Ali clear access to her pussy lips which she began to slowly massage. This woman had public hair which started almost at her belly button and continued around her crotch and covered her asshole. I was dark black and now matted with sweat. Ali had never seen such hair.
Ali reached deeper between her legs until she found her clit and began squeezing and rubbing it until Marjorie was moaning again – her second climax. Ali pulled her jogging bottoms down and stepped out of them and released her cock. She squeezed her balls to lubricate the head and shaft. She splayed Marjorie’s pussy lips apart and placed the head of her cock at the opening. Then she pushed the head inside her waiting and eager pussy. “Oh My God … Ali. What are you doing?” she didn’t need an answer – she knew what was happening as Ali gently pushed a few inches of her cock in her waiting hole.
“I’m fucking you Marge – do you want me to stop?” Marjorie put her feet on the ground and raised her bottom in the air. Ali had her answer and she pushed her cock in the full eight inches. Marjorie took a sharp intake of air.
“OH My God – yes … yes … fuck me Ali. Ali began slowly pulling in and out of Marjorie’s pussy. Then holding her by her hips Ali began to thrust in harder and harder making a slapping noise when she bottomed out against her ass cheeks. Pussy farts were escaping the sides of her pussy as she moaned in ecstasy. Her body began to shudder as she climaxed. This was the one Ali had been waiting for – she buried her cock deep in the Vicars wife’s pussy and squeezed her balls to ejaculate her cum into Marge’s pussy. Marjorie was screaming at this point and writhing in joy. Sweat was running off her body as Ali massaged her ass cheeks. Ali slowly pulled her cock out of Marge.
I think your shoulders are loose enough now Marge – don’t you think?” Marge was laying there unable to move
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“Oh yes dear heart – plenty loose now. Thank you.”

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Fantasy

Awakening pt. 2

Mum carried on screaming and I carried on cumming in my sister’s face.
She fell to her knees, and screamed again. Unfortunately my sister was trying to clean out her mouth with her tongue and as it flicked over my still enlarged cock-head I felt yet more sperm spill out and splashing onto her face.
Looking at her now I couldn’t help but think my sister looked like a slut. My cum covered hair face, streaks of it running off her chin and in her hair. Her young virgin cunt leaking her fragrant juices over my body.
Mum had stopped screaming now and was sobbing in the doorway, I managed to push Emma off me but as I swivelled and sat up, Holly landed in my lap, my cock nuzzling into her slick twat.
Luckily, Holly had the sense to stand before a misjudged move made my cock slam into her nine year old snatch.
There we were. Holly and Emma stood side by side, bodies dripping with sweat and juices, hands by their sides. I stayed sat on the couch, my head in my hands, my slowly shrinking cock still glistening from my sister’s saliva.
My mum was shaking, still on her knees but she had stopped sobbing enough to speak.
“Girls, go to my room please.”
The two naked children were slow to react.
“Now!” my mum yelled, this time angrier.
The girls leapt across the living room floor and slammed the bedroom door shut behind them.
Slowly she turned towards me, her normally peaceful green eyes glaring with rage.
“What, did you do?” she asked, a layer of anger and hate floating just below her barely controlled voice.
I stuttered, too stunned to reply.
Suddenly she was stood next to me. Her hand grabbed my hair and tugged me upwards. Dragging me across the floor she threw me into our bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
“DID YOU PENETRATE HER!!” my mum yelled, her fury flooding into her voice.
“WHAT DID YOU DO!?” she yelled again, as if one sentence wasn’t long enough to release her pent up fury.
“We . . . Um . . .I . .What?” I stammered, confused.
“DID YOU PENETRATE HER, FUCK HER, SHAG HER!!” She yelled, closing the gap between our faces to a few scarce inches.
“Eeew! No! No way!” I managed to say in between her tirade.
“Oh God . . .” she moaned, her voice lowered.
“Ryan, there’s a few things you need to know.” I groaned inwardly, expecting the dreaded ‘Sex Talk’.
“Ryan . . . What do you know of gods?” she asked, stunning me utterly.
“What . . . like Zeus, and Thor and stuff?” I asked, to be honest was expecting some kind of violent spanking our at least being grounded for life, or something. Not a mythology quiz.
“Yeah, like that,” she said it as if she didn’t want to talk about it.
She moved beside me and sat next to me. I realised I was still naked and quickly covered my bits with my hands.
“Well, son. You see, the truth is,” the mumblings were killing me, I just wished she’d say whatever and go, for god sake I was still naked!
“They’re real.”
I choked.
I stopped choking, cleared my throat, then choked again.
“Wh . . . What?” I managed between chokes.
“Well, the Gods are real,” she said the word Gods in a way that suggested it was important enough to be capitalized.
“Everything you know. Zeus, Athena, Poseidon. They’re all real.”
I choked again, and again.
“Ryan, I’m a god too,”
This time I really choked. I felt my throat tighten, it felt like it was being repeatedly being run over.
“Ryan, I’m Aphrodite.”
She said the words so softly they were barely audible, I just about managed to make them out as I felt a warm glow radiate from her.
Suddenly I wasn’t sat next to my mum, but in her place was a swan. It honked at me then I felt the warm glow again, golden light rippled outwards and suddenly there was a dove on my shoulder.
The warm glow and golden light faded, leaving my mum sat quietly on the end of the bed
“I’m a god Ryan.” She said with a sigh, “Which means you are part god too.”
Again with the choking, I really needed I drink now.
“So you’re saying I’m a demi-god?” I asked, remembering one of my history lessons.
“Yes! Exactly.” She smiled at me and suddenly my earlier dread seeped out of me.
I found some old boxers on the floor and pulled them up and sat next to my mum again.
“So . . . If I’m part god . . . do I get powers?” I asked, feeling a little foolish.
My mum, Aphrodite, let out a sigh.
“Yes, that’s why I was so angry earlier,” she paused for a breath then continued.
“You see Ryan, when an offspring of any god is born, it can only unlock its powers by completing some kind of ritual or worship to their parent.” Another breath,
“Ryan, if you’d have penetrated your sister you would have never unlocked your powers, to unlock them you need to lose your virginity to a priestess of Cyprus, my birthplace.”
I sat there, amazed at how close I had cum, to never having the powers of a god.
“So, do we have to go to Cyprus?” I asked.
“Yes, hold my hand,” she said.
I grabbed a hold of her outstretched arms and I blinked.
Suddenly we weren’t in my room any more, or even in the same country, I honestly doubted we were in the same year.
“Down there,” my mum said, pointing to a small temple-like building nestled into a hill below me.
“Go on,” she urged, “I’ll wait here,”
I head off towards the temple, watching as a small cart rumbled past the worn road below.
I reached the temple and found the doors unlocked, I stepped inside and my jaw hit the floor. All around me were around twenty girls, the oldest being, maybe seventeen. And all of them were completely naked, sitting on beds in their open chamber. Some of them had fingers slowly circling their shaved twats.
Some of them had others in the room with them. I saw one girl who couldn’t have been much older than Emma, being ruthlessly pounded in the arse by a rough, middle aged man.
She was lying on her front on the bed of the chamber, she looked up towards me and I saw tears running down her cheeks, something stopped me from crying out in disgust and made me carry on watching.
He grunted as he came and the girl screamed as a stranger’s cum flooded into her arse-crack.
He stepped out of the chamber, and a servant, also naked, scurried across to meet him. Falling to her knees she licked all of the sticky residue of his rapidly deflating cock and finished by rubbing it dry with a towel and handing him a robe.
He passed me on his way out of the temple and grinned.
Another servant, different the one who had cleaned the man hurried towards me.
“I’m sorry young man,” she started and I thought I was going to be kicked out, “You will have to remove your undergarments to enter our temple.”
I moaned quietly and as I removed my boxers my cock began to awaken, the head crawling from its hood.
I blushed as the servant, who was probably as I old I was looked down,
“Ah yes,” she said knowingly, “You are eager to get started, no?” I nodded silently and followed the girl through to a separate room.
“These are virgins, ready to complete their worship to our goddess, you may choose any you wish.”
With that the girl left and I gazed at her smooth rounded bum as it left the room, my eyes switched to her small, erect tits as she turned to close the door behind her.
Looking around I saw five girls all sat in chambers like the room before, but unlike the others, none of them were over fourteen and they all sat quietly, waiting.
Remembering what the servant had said, I walked over to the first chamber, and a saw a small eight year-old girl lying spread-eagled on the bed, her shaven pussy glistening in the candle light.
I continued past to the second chamber.
I here was a fourteen year old girl, sat watching me with what could only be described as lust in her eyes.
I stepped past the tiled border and gazed at her lovingly, her golden hair was tied in a ponytail behind her. Her boobs were small, probably about a handful, and hung off her chest, the erect pink tits begging to be kissed.
Her pussy was obscured by her knees, but from what I could see, it too was shaven and its lips were leaking her juices onto the sheets around her.
“Do you want to help me finish my worship?” she asked quietly,
Despite being two years older than me, her small frame could easily have been that of a twelve year old, and her voice sounded like that of a young child’s.
“Err . . yes, I suppose so,” I answered, my eyes firmly attached to her pointed to her erect tits.
She patted a space beside her, I sat down and she whispered in my ear,
“Do you want to lead, or follow?” she asked, I didn’t know what she meant, and having only the vaguest idea how to have sex, I told her I’d follow, but to go slow.
She nodded, smiling sweetly then crawled to the bottom of the bed, her rounded butt-cheeks glowing as they waved at me.
I lifted my legs onto the bed and she leaned forward.
My God. If I thought Emma’s blowjob was good I was stunned by the feelings flooding through me now.
Her tongue wrapped around my cock, the tip squeezing into the eye as it ran over my head. She looked at my all the time, even as she slid down my shaft and her tongue squeezed out between cheek and shaft, and managed to trace around my balls.
Every movement sent shudders of pleasure up my body, and as her lips parted I nearly begged her not to stop.
At least I would have if she hadn’t rolled me over and found myself on top of her, staring at those round, fleshy orbs, and those tits that were begging to be kissed.
At this point in time I was very happy to oblige.
I leant forward and nibbled her right tit, my mouth opening wide to swallow as much of her breast as possible. My tongue flickered over her tits and I heard a muffled groan of pleasure emit from the girl.
I moved to the other tit and started to rub and twist the one I’d just left.
I don’t know what made me do that. I just felt it should be done. As soon as she’d started licking my cock I had felt the warm glow that I had felt when my mother had changed into the animals in my room.
Back the task at hand I left her breasts and moved up her neck. I kissed her chin and finally planted my lips on hers.
Without hesitation our lips parted and our tongues chased each other round our mouths.
Even while we engaged in a game of tonsil tennis, she rolled as back over and I found myself looking up towards her.
I felt my cock nudge her opening which was just above my waist.
She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes
“You ready?” she asked, I nodded.
She manoeuvred her wet cunt over my saluting cock and suddenly, without warning, she fell onto my cock, she screamed as her cherry popped and some blood leaked out with her juices.
As I gazed at her blood/juice as she continued to bounce on my cock.
I watched in amazement as the blood slowly turned gold. Golden veins suddenly writhed across my body as she climaxed, letting out another scream.
The veins of gold turned a blinding white as I came, my seed squirted out as she rose, its creamy whiteness flowing through the snaking lines across my body.
Suddenly the lines turned white hot and I screamed, screamed until I ran out of breath, then carried on screaming until there was not air left. Then I blacked out.
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Ronnie 2 (Mall)

Constructive feedback, please. I didn’t meant to imply that our main character raped Ronnie (after all she kissed him and was very willing in all the endeavors), but when I re-write I will use different words to convey what I was thinking — that Ronnie would have some … hesitation … before letting a stranger take her virginity. Please enjoy the following story.

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Amber’s Rape Fantasy

Hey guys, this is Amber. I really liked Alex’s story and I liked seeing all of your great responses, so I decided to write one, myself. It’s not gonna be as long as Alex’s or anywhere near as good, but I just wanted to give it a try. This is another true story that took place about a week ago. Enjoy!

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Ginny part 1

Ginny walked very carefully up the stairs. Each step was made with careful consideration. She didn’t want Paul to be aware of her presence just yet. Actually she was dreading the upcoming conversation. She wanted the option of backing out at any time at this point. This had to be done and she knew it, no matter how hard it was. If anyone was going to tell him about it, it would be her.
Paul and Ginny had been best friends since the second grade. He pushed her out of the swing and she had punched him square in the jaw before tightening her blonde pigtails and reclaiming her rightful position on the playground. Somehow after that they were inseparable. He was practically her brother and now he needed help. She gently approached his door, which was ajar. She silently peeked in before speaking. He was sitting cross legged on the floor gently clicking away on his laptop. His credit card rested on his knee as he tapped deliberately with a single pointer finger. She knocked very softly and pushed the door further open. What she saw was appalling. Her life long companion sat in the middle of a room full of dirty dishes. DVDs sat stacked upon empty pizza boxes. She glanced briefly at the covers before looking away in disgust. The barely clad women looked happy to be so, but she imagined that they weren’t really. She imagined a life of drugs and strange men, a life without privacy or love. A few more glances around the room revealed countless copies of every pornographic magazine imaginable. Some of them weren’t even in English. She wondered how he had procured some of these items. She stopped surveying the room and looked at her dear friend. He was still tapping away at his keyboard as if she weren’t standing directly over him. A girl named Brandi was standing, covered only by strategically placed house plants, smiling and inviting Paul to just enter his credit card information and enter her world of forbidden pleasures. Is this what he really wanted; some girl with fake auburn hair and equally fake breasts? It made her feel something strange at the thought that he would rather absorb himself in this airbrushed world then even turn around and say hello to her. She couldn’t identify the emotion exactly but pushed it aside in favor of the reason she came here in the first place.
“Paul…could we please talk for a few minutes?” She said it meekly as she sat on his bed.
“Shoot.” He responded, still while looking at the screen.
“I just thought that you should have a little bit of warning. Your family has organized an intervention on your behalf. They plan to confront you this evening. I know how you hate surprises and I didn’t want you to get angry and say things you really didn’t mean to a room full of people.” She sat awaiting the response to this new information. She waited and watched and saw absolutely nothing. “Paul? They are going to come in here and tell you how you’ve made them all feel and then they are going to take all of this away from you. They will lock you in a room somewhere to get all of the pictures and videos out of this house. They will take your laptop, your credit card, your TV…all of it.”
“Why are you telling me this now? I know you don’t approve either so you aren’t giving me time to hide all of it.” He said it with a cynical tone she had never heard him use towards her before. He said it all while still looking at that laptop.
“I wanted to give you the option of giving it up on your own before they started treating you like a child again. You’re a 21 year old man Paul, you should be given the chance to act like it. You should be given the option to step back and look at yourself and say ‘what am I doing…why am I wasting my life this way?” She had stood up as her words had become more heated.
“I’ve already done that and it doesn’t matter.”
He looked away at the floor briefly before returning his gaze to Brandi. She had had it.
“Will you look at me when I’m talking to you?” she kicked the laptop away from him, forcing his attention up at her finally. She saw that his eyes were red and dry from staring at a computer so long. It broke her heart to see him like this. “Ginny what’s the point? The only girlfriend I ever had was sophomore year. Real girls don’t like me. All I ever am is a great friend or worse-big brother figure.”
What? Had this been his driving force all along? She knew that Becky Fromayer had broken his heart but I guess he never really showed how severe it had been. He had turned to these fake girls after her then. He had thought that fake girls wouldn’t be able to hurt him. They may not have broken his heart, but they certainly had hurt him in other ways.
“You have to be kidding me! Becky Fromayer? That blonde bitch from highschool has turned you into this? Paul…you’re 10,000 dollars in debt you can’t pay off. You don’t leave this room, and you stopped talking to me. To tell you the truth, I feel incredibly selfish, but that’s the part I can’t get past.” Ginny was beginning to tear up, “I miss you. What do I have to do to get you to look at me? Do I have to act like the girls in your videos?”
There was a pause as Paul watched the girl he had shared his life with cry in front of him. He wasn’t sure if what he wanted to say was appropriate, but he wanted to say it anyway.
“Would you?” She just stared at him for a second.
“What?” She almost whispered it. Had she heard him right?
“Would you be like one of the girls in the videos for me? I would throw it all away for that.” Her first instinct was to get angry. The thought that he would view her at her most vulnerable and then make such a request shocked her. Her next instinct was to do exactly as he wished. After all, it had been a bit of a secret desire of her own. Who knew her better? Who had always been there for her? It was an entirely logical match. Without another word she began to unzip her top. She began very reluctantly. She was nervous. At the halfway point she stopped and stared at the floor. She had no idea what she was doing. At 20 years old she’d never had sex before, and had only ever removed her clothes in front of other girls. As she stood there, he slowly rose to his feet and approached her. Their eyes met briefly and he took over where she had stopped. He unzipped the light blue shirt all the way and gently pushed it off of her shoulders, casting it aside. He stood back slightly to take in the sight of her in just a pair of hip hugger jeans and a bra that had been made to look like denim. Her C cups looked absolutely perfect and in proportion with her rather slim waste. She wasn’t model stick thin, but she was by no means fat in any way. He knelt down before her and began unzipping her jeans. She lightly rested a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of the garment, on leg at a time. Her lacey red thong panties were a sharp contrast to the blue in her bra. He slowly ran a hand up and down one of her perfectly shaped and smooth legs. The tone of her skin was a porcelain quality that he admired far more than the standard bronzed look of all the girls he was used to. It stunned him for a moment before he finally reached around to unhook the bra keeping him from seeing her breasts in all their glory. The bra fell to the floor and he was unsure if he could contain himself. He stepped back to take her in. She misinterpreted his movement away as disapproval and moved to cover herself.
“No” he said hoarsely as he reached for her arm to direct t away from in front of her nipples. They were beginning to harden with the chill of suddenly being uncovered. She allowed her arms to drop to her side again as he walked in a semi circle around her and then back, roaming over her with his eyes all the while. He couldn’t keep himself back from her any longer and practically charged over to her. He pushed her down to the bed into a sitting position and knelt before her. Without a word between them he leaned in to place one gloriously perfect nipple into his mouth. She let out the sexiest little whispery moan he’d ever heard. He reached up as he gently sucked and grabbed at her breast and with one squeeze her hair fell from the clip it had been held in. She shook it down as she grabbed at his torso. The hem of his shirt was in her hands and she began to lift it slowly. The sensations he was creating as he moved from the first breast to the other were causing her to shudder slightly, making simple movements into difficult tasks. She succeeded in getting his shirt up to his neck, forcing him to break contact with her skin to allow the garment to be pulled free. He took his next opportunity to plant small kisses up her stomach and between her breasts all while laying her down on the bed before him. He began playing with her lacey little underwear, hooking his fingers in near her hips. She giggled.
“Paul…no, that tickles!”
“Tickles huh? Well I’ll fix that.” He swiftly removed the impossibly small red number and continued his kissing in there stead. Her giggle very quickly dissolved into labored breathes. As his mouth approached her now throbbing clit he paused just north of it. He blew gently on it and then moved back up her body. There was no rush. He had waited for this, now she would wait as well. He ran his hands all over her body; touching every part of her, save for the one place she most longed to be touched.
“P…please…” She mustered a plea for an end to the teasing. He whispered into her ear using the breathiest tone he could,
“Please? Please what?” all she could do was whimper in response. He smiled and continues to whisper “Please what Ginny? You have to tell me what you want…I am not a mind reader.”
He had begun to remove his pants and boxer briefs as he whispered. He had to sit back from his whisper torture to fully remove them, revealing to her the thick eight inch rod she was dying for. It surprised her, yet did not discourage her at all to see that he was uncircumcised.
“Please…I want you…please.” That was all he needed from her and he positioned himself over her. She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him momentarily.
“Will it hurt?” He looked into her eyes for a moment before answering her “Probably, but I promise I will be as gentle as I can be.” She nodded and spread her legs for him. He placed himself between her knees and lifted her legs up to his waist. Slowly he placed the tip of his aching member into her impossibly tight pussy. It felt great, but he knew he had to control his urge to just fuck her without regard. She cringed and dug her nails into his arms as he pushed further into her. The first cry of pain made him instinctively pull back.
“I don’t think I can do this” she said with a grimace on her face.
“I promise you, if you just make it through this first part it will be worth it.” He looked at her. She had always been remarkably petite, standing at only 4’ 11” and weighing about a hundred pounds. This act was never going to be an easy first time affair. He looked back at her. “I’m going to start again okay?” She grabbed onto his arms again and nodded back at him. He started slowly pushing back in again. The previous lack of movement had almost made him forget he was inside a warm wet pussy but as soon as he started again, he quickly remembered. The more forward he went, the tighter her faced scrunched, but she had stopped objecting. When he was half buried in her, he decided to pull almost all the way out and start again. Better to ease her into things. Such a small girl was not going to take such a large cock her first go round. To relief on her face was quite visible as he left just the very tip inside her. He started again, this time a bit faster until he hit uncharted territory. Once again, the going was slow but he finally made it all the way inside. He was impressed that she could take an eight inch dick at all, even if it had been slow. Now completely inside her, he wrapped her legs around his waste and began pumping in and out, slowly at first to see if her pain would give way to pleasure. The look on her face slowly relaxed as the pumping picked up speed. It was when she began to moan that he was sure it had worked.
“ooooooh oh Paul” He felt so good now inside of her. The pain had been excruciating but she trusted him and had thus allowed it. She was so glad she had. She had never felt something so incredible before in her life. With each stroke she felt her passion mounting. He picked up the pace. She cried out as the speed increased and increased. Harder faster, he was unstoppable.
“Oh oh oh…oh God don’t stop!!” She screamed and dug her nails into his back, pressing his body onto her own. He was sweating quite a bit by now and panting like a dog. He slowed down a little bit for just a second and then sped up again. He did a couple more times, drawing things out and teasing her. She begged him to finish her off.
“oh God Paul I’m so close. It feels so good!”
“How good.” He replied as he slowed down yet again
“oh don’t stop. Please…its so good Paul. Oh I can feel every inch of you inside me.”
Hearing that made his cock twitch just a little and he knew he was close too. He pulled almost all the way out very slowly as she just whimpered for more and then very very suddenly, he thrust all eight inches of manhood right to the hilt into her pussy. She let out a loud scream as the cock impaled her. He thrust faster and deeper than he had before as she screamed and grabbed at sheets around her. She bucked and thrust her hips up until she went almost entirely rigid. Her orgasm roared through her as her eyes rolled back and her ass lifted off of the bed. Paul felt the already tight pussy walls begin to open and close around his penis and he could no longer contain it. He shuddered as he shot his load deep inside of her. They both shuddered as they remained locked a few moments longer and then he finally pulled out of her. They lay sweaty and spent on his bed.
“So…how did you like it?” Paul asked as he rolled his head to look at her.” She smiled as she continued breathing heavily with her eyes closed.
“Lets do it again.” She said. With a laugh Paul rolled over to kiss her on the neck.
“Maybe later…did you forget my whole family will be here in under an hour?”

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Wardrobe for sale. Wife not included.

This is the first story I’ve posted here. I wrote it about one of my favourite themes: my wife with another man. It’s not perfect, but I was keen to write a whole story from start to finish, rather than getting bored of a story midway through due to a misguided sense of perfectionism.

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Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 4

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