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My Baby Sister’s BFF CH 2

When she finally pulled them off, I was seeing my baby sister’s pussy for the first time. I could not hold back any longer. She laid there completely nude and she looked amazing.

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“RUNAWAY” Chapter 11 “The Person in The Mirror”

Holly, continues her journey by the name Sammi Shepherd, hitchhiking across the country facing the dangers any teen might encounter while trying to establish a new identity and life for herself. She also must face the memories of horrific degradation and humiliation by Roger her mom’s boyfriend as he does everything he can to destroy her self esteme. The other chapters to this story and my other stories are here: https://www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing

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Shipwrecked 7, and final

I wrote this story a while ago for a friend, and she liked it so much, she posted it. I have decided to write some more, so I am re-posting this story under my name, with a couple adjustments and the appropriate tags. I am interested in useful comments and seeing how it’s rated, so please feel free. THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION, INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY. TO ANY PERSON OF ANY AGE. NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES AND INCIDENTS ARE FROM THE AUTHOR’S WARPED IMAGINATION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL EVENTS, OR LOCALES OR PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.

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brother in-law and I

Let me start off by explaining just a little bit. I have written stories under a different name on here but can’t seem to get into the account any more. If you by chance like what you read. Look up brother in-law fixes more than cars.

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Titcage (Chapter 15)

Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

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homicidal sociopaths are often the most charming of men

i followed him down the thin, winding dirt path, snaking it’s way through the park. he was walking a few steps ahead of me, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his low rise Levi’s. dawn was just barely breaking, the droplets of dew on the surrounding blades of grass glistened, it looked as though the earth’s surface was encrusted with thousands of microscopic diamonds. his footsteps were heavy, almost violent. the beat of his clunky vans against the crust beneath him matched the thudding of my own racing heart.
i hadn’t known him for very long. in fact, i barely knew him at all. i had met him at a local coffee shop just a few days ago. he stood awkwardly, at about 6‘4, he looked extremely out of place, uncomfortable in his own skin. i watched him from the table i had seated myself at a few moments ago, sipping my vanilla latte. his dark, sullen eyes darted to every corner of the room, taking in the slightest detail. eventually, his gaze shifted to me. i offered him a friendly smile, but his facial expression did not budge from the cold, hardened mask he wore. he continued to glance around him nervously, i’m sure a fly would have better luck capturing his attention than i did.
a scruffy teenage boy, probably only a year or two younger than myself, handed this mysterious man his coffee. the teenager seemed to be intimidated by him, i could tell by the way he avoided any eye contact. i understood why he was hesitant. to my surprise, the man started heading in my direction. the seconds turned to centuries as he approached me.
it was my very first time seeing him head on, and i was stunned by his rugged beauty. he wore a black lip ring, with a small silver stud right beside it. snake bites i believed they were called. it looked as though he had neglected shaving for a few days, giving him just the right amount of stubble to be considered sexy. his thick black hair was swept over his forehead, almost completely in his eyes. it was messy, like he had just crawled out of bed, threw on some clothes, and ended up here. a single blonde streak marked the front left side of his bangs.
as he moved towards me, i saw his confidence grow with every step. he no longer looked like he had outgrown his own skin, like he was out of place here. this is exactly where he wanted to be, where he was always meant to be. then he smiled at me. it was the first time i’d seen his expression change since he entered the poorly lit coffee shop. the hardened mask that once held his face in an icy glare, shattered. i watched as a grin started to take it’s place.
he was effectively moving in slow motion. his deep blue eyes glistened, despite the dim lighting. his eyes seemed to be smiling more so than his smile itself. his shirt was powder blue, and the top two buttons were left undone. i could make out a few letters of what appeared to be a chest piece. the only letters left uncovered by the flimsy cotton were “..ake you su..”. i couldn’t even guess what it fully read, but i was quickly side tracked by the rest of his flawless form. my eyes continued to scan him downward, i was absorbing every inch of him.
the fabric of his shirt was so thin, i could make out the fine lines of his six pack, and the smooth V that started at his hip bones, dipping down into his pelvis. he wore a white studded belt, with several of them missing. he looked just the slightest bit unkept, like he wasn’t aiming for sexy, which described him better than any other word in the english language.
after an eternity of anticipation, he reached out for the seat directly across from me. he slowly sat down, then met my gaze. i was melting, his look ignited a fuse deep within me. i was going to burst into flames, simply explode in the presence of this god-like being. his eyes were the brightest of blues i’d ever witnessed, with a green-yellow ring surrounding his pupils. i could drown in those eyes. i watched him wet his perfect lips with his tongue, then part them to speak.
“hi. i’m Seth.”
he extended his hand towards me, expecting me to shake it. i suddenly became unbearably self conscious. i was so caught up in the sex appeal that was oozing from his every pore, i forgot he was an actual human being. i realized my mouth had been hanging wide open, and i was salivating. i quickly cleared my throat, and attempted to regain my composure.
he sat there smiling goofily, his head slightly cocked to the right. his hand was still extended in front of him, waiting for me to break out of my stupor. i shot out my hand, and swallowed. my mouth had become dry, and i had to blink a few times to ensure that this figure of absolute perfection was reality, not some figment of my over active imagination. why was he wasting his time talking to a girl like me?!
“excuse me, i’m Danielle.”
i went to grasp his hand in mine, ready to give him a firm handshake. it truly was nice to meet him. i will never forget the first time Seth’s flesh grazed mine. my entire body broke out in a series of goose bumps, and the only thing i can compare the actual contact to is sticking a fork into an electrical socket. i gasped, jumping clear out of my seat. my face began to flush, i looked down at my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment from him.
he smiled at me, and allowed a small laugh to escape from his perfect lips. god, i adored his smile, especially when it was aimed in my direction. Seth looked deeper into my soul than i ever could myself. i was hooked.
“are you alright?” he began to look concerned. i must have looked like such a complete idiot, i had to salvage this somehow. i could not let him slip away.
“uhm.. uh yeah. you must have picked up some static electricity somewhere, you shocked me.”
fuck, i was stuttering. i sat there wishing i had worn my yellow sundress that day, rather than my grey sweat pants and university tee. i should have done something with my hair besides piling it into a lopsided bun on the side of my head. i should have taken the time to apply some eye shadow, perhaps some blush. then again, if i had taken the time to do all that, i could have completely missed him.
i wasn’t completely sure what to make of this lovely human in front of me. i was extremely drawn to him, yet some alarm was going off in my head, telling me to run, to be afraid. i wiped the perspiration from my palms onto my sweat pants, and gave him the sweetest smile i could manage. i probably looked sick, and i certainly felt like spilling the contents of my stomach right about then. he seemed not to notice though, or he was trying to spare me from any further humiliation.
“sorry about that.”
he took a sip of his coffee, black with only one packet of splenda. i nearly fell out of my chair hearing the silky smooth, baritone voice that was emitted from those lips of his. my legs were shaking, with the rest of my body following suit. i did not want to be there, yet there was no place else i’d rather be.
“so, do you go to the university?”
i lit a cigarette, for the sole purpose of having something to do with my hands. maybe the nicotine would help to calm my nerves, but i doubted it. i blew the smoke up towards the ceiling, and watched it as it spiraled upward, then disappeared.
“yeah.” he smiled. “i’m studying psychology. i live in the dumpy apartments just off of campus. it’s not the best place, but it serves it’s purpose.” i contentedly watched as he pulled out a cigarette of his own. great, at least there’s one thing i have in common with this perfect being. i lit it for him. i was trying to picture which apartments he was talking about, then realized they were only three blocks down from my own place. i wasn’t sure what to say. he seemed so at ease talking to me, and i was such a complete and utter disaster. a hurricane was taking place inside of me.
“ahh, i live right down the road from you then, on 22nd street.” his face seemed to light up, that perfect face. i began to stare at his chest, where his shirt was left to gape open. taunting me, not quite showing me all that i wanted, but giving me enough of a taste to desperately crave more.
“i may have to pay you a visit sometime then.”
him, come visit me? why would he even say that to me, he couldn’t possibly be interested. he finished off the rest of his coffee, and glanced at the tacky clock mounted on the wall.
“i have class in 15 minutes, so i better get going. i just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to talk to a pretty girl such as yourself.” he beamed, he knew he was in control.
“alright, hopefully i’ll see you around again soon.”
i had turned crimson, and my ears felt as if someone had doused them in lighter fluid, then cruelly lit a match. he reached out to me, and stroked underneath my chin with his index finger. another electrical current rocked my small frame. what the hell was wrong with me? his eyes twinkled.
“see ya.”
with that, he threw his empty coffee cup in the bin marked “recycle”, pushed open the thick cherry wood doors, and disappeared from the gaze of my starving eyes. i looked down at my hands, surprised to see my lit cigarette still poised between my index and middle fingers. i shook my head, attempting to comprehend what in the fuck had just taken place. minutes passed, i sat there, deep in thought. i reminisced about those beautiful blue eyes, fantasized about the way he bit onto his lip ring while he was waiting for my reply. i got so lost in the afterglow of him, i jumped when the manager told me he was closing up for the night.
i rose from my seat, my knees buckled beneath me. i could barely keep my balance. i held onto the corner of my table until the circulation returned to my legs, then i wobbled out into the warm spring air.
when i got home that night, i couldn’t sleep. i wasn’t even able to consider sleep. i was still far too consumed with something that had occurred hours ago now. i just couldn’t shake the thought of him, he stuck to me like velcro. i paced around my tiny one bedroom apartment, chain smoking, wondering when i’d see him again. if i’d see him again. somehow, i knew i would. he lived close enough, and our paths had already crossed once, they were certain to again.
the next few days were agonizing. i spent my free time walking around campus, praying i’d run into Seth again. i went everywhere, five times at the least. i went to the local park, ignoring a couple heatedly making out on a bench to the left of me. i visited the library, pretending to look at countless books i had no intention to check out. i went back to the coffee shop, three times in one afternoon. i had only entered once, to purchase an iced chai. the other two times i walked by slowly, peering inside the dimly lit lounge area, searching for the boy i knew i wouldn’t find.
my nights, i would lie awake in bed. i desperately needed to sleep. i tried everything! counting sheep, playing soft music, going out for jogs in the middle of the night hoping i could exhaust myself. i did drift off a few times, but my slumber was shallow, dreamless. the third night i cried, i simply could not hold it back a second longer. i wrapped myself up in my sheets and blankets, and bawled like a five year old that had dropped his ice cream cone.
i was going insane! mad, i tell you! this was not normal, or healthy in any way. i was obsessed with this strange man, who i’d only met once. we’d only exchanged a few words during our brief encounter, yet i clung to them as if they were the only words i knew. i told myself i had to stop this, i didn’t even know this guy i was so lovesick over. guys like him did not take interest in girls like me. even if i did find him on one of my wild goose chases, i knew i would be far too nervous to actually approach him. and if i did approach him, i would have nothing to say. if i did find something to say, it would be idiotic, and he would probably wind up laughing in my face and walking away.
i told myself these things, but i didn’t want to believe them. he had called me pretty, and he obviously approached me for some reason. i remembered the way he had smiled at me, and my heart began to flutter.
that night, i went on another one of my jogs, trying to tire myself. it was 4:51 am when i left, my destination was the park. hopefully some fresh air would help me to escape this insanity, at least temporarily. i shut the door to my apartment, and checked twice that it was locked before i left. i walked through the front door of the apartment building, out onto 22nd street, and gazed up at this strange structure that i called my home.
i tucked my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie. it wasn’t cold out that night, but the slight breeze made it uncomfortable to leave your arms completely bare. i studied my feet as i walked along, i watched the tassels of my worn out moccasins swing to and fro.
i had almost reached the park, when i heard footsteps behind me. i turned around, but was only greeted by darkness. then he stepped into the small puddle of light cast down upon the sidewalk by a single street lamp. i rubbed my eyes. i hadn’t slept in so long, i figured i was just seeing things. what could Seth possibly be doing walking around the park at nearly five in the morning? what the hell was i doing walking around the park at the same time?
then he smiled, and flashed those perfectly straight teeth at me. i waved at him, and he waved back. i was dumbfounded, frozen in place. Seth began walking toward me, yet again moving in slow motion. he wore a simple white V neck, but it clung to his fit form perfectly. i could just make out the dark outline of a few of the letters inked into his flesh. “..ll ma..” was all that his shirt left uncovered. i looked into his eyes again, and lost myself just as i had the day that we met at the coffee shop, and in all the countless day dreams i had of seeing his glorious face again.
he stopped in front of me, and folded his arms across his chest. he studied my face for what seemed to be hours. trying to dig up information with solely his eyes, attempting to figure me out, to break me with his stare. realistically, it only lasted a few seconds. i could not guess what he was feeling, he looked emotionless, he was yet again wearing his cold mask. then he spoke.
“follow me, i want to show you something.”
i followed him down the thin, winding dirt path, snaking it’s way through the park. he was walking a few steps ahead of me, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his low rise Levi’s. dawn was just barely breaking, the droplets of dew on the surrounding blades of grass glistened, it looked as though the earth’s surface was encrusted with thousands of microscopic diamonds. his footsteps were heavy, almost violent. the beat of his clunky vans against the crust beneath him matched the thudding of my own racing heart.
his legs were much longer than mine, and i could only cover about half the distance he could in a single stride. i was having trouble keeping up with his frantic pace. i felt beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. what could he possibly want to show me in the woods during the middle of the night? i watched as he walked along, his muscles rippling under his thin cotton shirt. we continued to follow the same beaten bike path, i had no sense of how long we had been walking. i looked about me as we passed tree after tree, their twisted branches entangled with one another. the wind was blowing through their naked limbs, emitting an eerie wailing that pierced the dead silence. i could hear the rush of water.
we reached the end of the bike trail, and he led me through the dense brush off to the right. the water grew louder. i leaped over decaying logs, ducked under vines blocking my path, i nearly fell several times. i was far too distracted by the sight of him to pay much attention to my footing. we came to a clearing, and i saw the most beautiful sight i had ever witnessed in all of my nineteen and a half years.
the sun had just started to peek over the hills, drowning everything in sight in an orangey-pink glow. the stream was shallow, more like a creek, but the current rushed by with the speed and intensity of a jacuzzi jet. the water was clear, i could make out the tiny colorful pebbles dotting the bottom of it. you could see them being pushed along, beat down into the rock by the powerful current. the trees had not yet begun to bud, but the grassy area in the clearing was abundant with signs of the coming spring. small yellow flowers were scattered about, swaying in the slight breeze. i was honored that he had shared this wonderful place with me.
i turned my gaze to Seth, he had been watching me, trying to gauge my reaction.
“it’s beautiful.” i said it with both my voice, and my heart. he turned his attention back toward the bubbling water, reflecting the pink of the sunrise.
“i know, i’ve never visited this spot at dawn. come closer dear, there’s no need to be shy..” he grinned. something about his smile this time made my blood run cold. it was not the genuine, playful smile he had worn at the coffee shop. he scared me, but he lured me in like a moth to flame.
i inched closer to him. my hands became clammy, and i felt my pulse quicken. i stood directly in front of him, gazing into those eyes of his, awaiting my next instruction. i could feel the heat radiate from his body, and i basked in our closeness. i was too lost to make any move for myself, i was in his hands now. he stepped closer, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
the initial shock of it startled me, even though i had learned to expect it. it was different this time though, he did not pull away. he held me, and i could feel his touch radiating through my every cell. my body was buzzing, i was a live wire. my wobbling knees could no longer support my weight, and i allowed myself to collapse into his chest. Seth’s scent was intoxicating, pure poison to me. it was unlike anything i’d ever smelled before, for it stimulated more senses than strictly my scent. i had not yet had my fill of our wonderful embrace, when he pushed me away.
he grabbed me by my shoulders, and shot invisible daggers of hate straight through me with his glare. his eyes were aflame with rage. the yellow rings encircling his pupils began to dance around in the surrounding bright blue. he raised his hand, i admired the strength and size of it, i was impressed at how quickly he snapped it back down, flattening his palm, slapping me in the face. i was stunned. but i could not move, could not cry out for help, i was immobile. besides, i wanted to stay here with him. he was wonderful. i knew that i should be afraid, but i wasn’t. i was finally alone with him, i had his full attention. i was finally getting what i had yearned for. i quickly accepted my fate, knowing there was nothing i could do to change his mind anyway. if i were to cry out, and beg him to release me, he would only become more enraged. i submitted to him.
Seth grabbed me by my hair, digging his fingers deep into my scalp. he dragged me to the edge of the creek. he had become an entirely different being in a matter of minutes, a being even more fascinating and hypnotizing than he had been before. he had become purely animal instinct, and i was his prey. he slammed the right side of my face into the jagged end of a protruding rock. i heard the sickening crack of my cheek bone, my entire body was set aflame in pure agony. the blood began to trickle down my face, onto my chest. a dark red stain formed, soaking through the thick fabric and onto my skin.
he was far from done with me though. he violently tore off my sweatpants, yanked my sweatshirt over my head with haste. i heard the fabric of my camisole tear, as he ripped it away from my shaking body. his hands began to tremble as he reached behind me to search for the clasp of my bra. grasping either side, he pulled, bending the small metal clasps. my bra fell to the ground. he admired my newly exposed flesh, but only for a split second before proceeding to remove my panties.
Seth stepped back, and removed his own shirt. i saw him standing there, but my brain was not able to process the image before me. his fingers worked quickly, removing his belt, undoing the single button securing his jeans to his body. one foot at a time, he stepped out of them, along with his boxers. he forced me down onto my hands and knees, and shoved my bleeding face into the icy water. the freezing cold began to dull the throbbing in my cheek.
Seth got in position behind me, slowly easing his manhood into my now dripping hole. he was almost gentle with me for a split second, a low groan escaping his lips. he made love to me, and i was in absolute heaven. the friction he was creating inside of me was beginning to start a fire, building pressure, pushing me further and further toward the edge. i didn’t care about my damaged face, or the fact that Seth would hold my head under the water for almost a full minute. he would then allow me to resurface, sucking as much oxygen into my lungs as i could, before returning to his tortuous pattern.
he was playing with me, this was all just a childish game to him, and i was taking advantage of every second. gripping my hips he administered one last thrust, emptying his seed deep into my womb. i climaxed, feeling his manhood jerk and spew wads of his hot cum against my cervix. he reluctantly pulled himself out of my ravaged sex, replacing his wonderful member with something terrifying.
i saw the shiny flash of metal, reflecting the colors of the sunrise. he plunged it into me before i even fully realized what the object was. i felt the blade dig into my flesh, slicing and carving into my vaginal walls. he fucked me brutally with the knife, completely ruining me. my blood mixed with his semen gushed out, coating my inner thighs with the gory mess. i screamed, and screamed and screamed. he made no move to silence me, i continued until my voice grew hoarse and eventually failed me. it was a lost cause anyway, there wasn’t a soul out there to hear my pathetic cries for help, and i wasn’t sure that i even wanted to be rescued at this stage in the destruction of my once beautiful form. i began to grow light headed, i blacked out to escape the sheer agony i was in.
the next thing i was aware of was my broken form was being lifted off the ground by my hair. i opened my eyes, greeted by the sight of Seth’s bare chest. his tattoo read “i will make you suffer.” black splotches blinked across my line of vision, and my mind entered the darkness for the last time.
i watched from above as Seth drug my lifeless body away from the water, he kissed my still warm lips, and once again sexually used me. he pulled a backpack from the nearby shrubbery, and produced from it a chain saw. i apathetically looked onward, as he sloppily dismembered my legs from my torso. the motor of the machine was deafening, but it did not quite drown out the disgusting popping sound of my blood vessels being ripped apart. the saw sliced through my thigh bones as if they were nothing but warm butter. blood and flesh were flung by the chain in all directions, splattering Seth’s lovely face with my most precious bodily fluid. he grinned, this time it was the smile he had flashed me at the coffee shop, only a few short days prior. i couldn’t help but to smile as well.

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Sexual Fantasies do come true

Sexual Fantasies do come true.
This is a long story so it has two chapters for this part.
Joyce was a 36 year old single mom, her husband after ten years of marriage moved out to be with a gay lover. Her son Joe was fifteen, an average student but he always seemed to have an attitude. A Year before the marriage ended the sex stopped, she was very frustrated before the divorce but now another six years had passed, she was crazy for sex. At 36 she was still a good looking woman, large breasts (40D) with a 34 inch waist a tight ass and strawberry blond hair below her shoulders.
Joe’s friends secretly called her a MILF. She was good with that, as at the point she was at flattery from any male was greatly appreciated.
Her laptop had been acting up lately so Thursday morning before Joe left for school she asked him to try to fix it, as she really didn’t have the money for a new one at the moment. He agreed and trotted off to school. Since her part time job was from 1 till 6 Joe was always home alone in the afternoons.
Joe arrived home at 3:15, there was a note on the counter, please put dishes in dish washer and try to fix my laptop. He did the dishes, grabbed and apple from the fridge and headed for his room. He changed from his school clothes, when he was alone he would walk around in his briefs. For a fifteen year old he had a horse cock, or so they called it that in gym class. It was 11 inches long and almost 2 ½ inches round. Rubbing his cock he headed for the laptop in Joyce’s bedroom.
In her sitting area was a makeup table with the laptop on it. It was an older unit so it took a while to boot up. Finally the screen came to life, he started to use the anti virus software he had brought and slowly the machine was responding. He removed 26 viruses and did a reboot. The computer came to life considerably quicker then before.
He decided to check out her emails first, nothing too exciting there. Then he went to the documents, there was a folder marked Personal.
He tried to open the file it was pass protected, he tried a couple of variations of her birthday. The third try opened the file. It was set up like a daily journal. He copied the folder to his flash drive closed the file and turned off the computer.
Joyce arrived home, they ate dinner and Joe announced he had homework. Once in his room he put the flash drive in his computer, opening the Personal file he realized it went back to before the divorce. As he scanned the dated he realized some date were blank or had almost nothing written in them. Others had multiple pages.
There were many concerning the divorce and the fact that her husband had a gay lover. On an entry marked Oct 1st he read an interesting passage. It seemed Joyce was fascinated with gang-bangs. She talked about have multiple cocks coming in her at the same time, the color, size and width was discussed in depth. Joe sat wondering if this was a joke or if she really meant it.
It took Joe a week to get through the entire journal but at the end he realized she really wanted to be gang-banged. How do I approach the subject with her without her knowing I’ve read the file? He called his friend Pete, they discussed the possibilities.
Pete thought she was hot so any opportunity to fuck her would be explored fully. After a week of discussion Joe and Pete had a plan, it would take a week or so to get it implemented but it was worth a shot.
Tuesday he was ready to set his plan in motion, Joyce arrived home around six thirty and they had dinner. Joe went upstairs and turned on the computer to a porn site he and Pete figured was a good start. Interracial gang-bang was its name, it showed mature white woman with young black men. Joyce came up stairs a while later, Joe’s door was ajar she could see him rubbing his cock through his pants. Slipping by she wondered what he was watching. She figured if she got a chance she’d sneak into his room and look.
Joe saw her walk by, he yelled “mom where are my history books”? “I’m not sure honey”, did you leave them in the garage with your bike”? Joe shrunk the screen and headed for the garage. As soon as he was out of his room she ran in and opened the screen. My god went through her mind, there was a woman, a mom type getting fucked by five guy’s two black cocks, two dark cocks possibly Hispanic and a white one. They were all very big and the woman seemed to be having a wonderful time as they were all laughing. Joe stayed at the bottom of the stairs listening; he heard the sound from the computer and knew she was watching.
She felt her nipples get hard, the wet spot in her crotch was forming and she had a terrible itch deep in her pussy. I really need a hard cock went through her mind. Seven years is way to long. Joe started up the stairs; she shut down the screen and headed for the bathroom. At the doorway to his room he yelled out for her, “mom where are you”? “I’m taking a shower honey be out in a few”.
Joe called Pete; he told him the first part of the plan had worked. “Keep me posted” Pete said as he hung up.
Joyce was all hot and bothered by what she had seen. Her son and she shared the same fantasies. The itch deep in her pussy was there, she knew only one way to scratch it but the only cock in the house was her sons. She went to her bedroom where she put on a pair of blue tight boy shorts with a matching bra. Jeans and a low cut blouse were next a touch of perfume and she headed down the hall.
As she stopped at her sons half open door, “hi honey what are you watching”? “Hi mom didn’t see you there”, “I’m watching the news”, as the screen went black. “Would you like something to drink”? “A glass of wine would be nice”? Joyce didn’t say anything she just turned and walked away wiggling her ass way to much as so it was not oblivious.
She reappeared in his doorway with two glasses of wine and the bottle. “”I’d thought we have some wine and talk”, “OK”? “Sure moms come in”. She poured him a glass and refilled hers. “Do you have a girlfriend”, she asked”. “No most of the girls in my class are silly”, “I‘d like an older woman”. “Really, how much older”? “I’m not sure just more mature”. “Do you want an old lady like me”? “You’re not old”. ” Besides it would be an honor to have someone like you”. “Well thanks for the compliment but do you mean more mature as in developed”? “I guess that’s it, someone who knows”. Joyce refilled her glass and added to his. Joe realized the conversation was starting to flat line so he needed to kick it up.
Acting a little tipsy he looked at Joyce, “mom if I tell you something you’ve got to keep it a secret, ok”? “Sure baby what this secret”. “There are a few guys in my class who have older lady friends”. “I asked this one black kid Jamal and he had pictures of her on his phone”. “He had pictures of her on his phone”, “so what”? “Mom they were private pictures”. “Private pictures well hold that thought the wines empty”. She was out of the room on her way to the kitchen. Joe clicked a few buttons and was connected to Pete; softly he spoke “Pete be sure you record this entire thing”! Another few clicks, the screen was black.
Joyce came back in with a fresh bottle and poured herself another, adding to his. “Ok what kind of private pictures”? “Well all the women are in their underwear”. Her eyebrows raised but she remained quiet. “Some of them have their tops off, with white stuff on them”. She thought tits covered with cum, this is great. “A few have their bottoms down showing hair and stuff”. ”Well did you like looking at them”? “Very much, they told me if I ever had the balls to get a hot MILF and get pictures they would let me join there club”. Joyce seemed confused “let you join what club”? “The club is called the G bangers”. “Would you like to join”? “God yes, you get to go to the parties and meet the ladies”.
Joyce poured another glass of wine and looked at Joe for a few moments. “So to join this club you need pictures of a hot MILF right”? “Yes but I need the kind of pictures they have”. “You mean topless with cum on their tits”? Joe gave her a sigh, “yeah that’s all I need, should I run an ad online for hot topless MILF”? Now Joyce was the one who sighed, “honey I’d pose for you if you though it would let you get into the club”. “Really mom”, “that would be just great”. She saw the look of apprehension on his face. “Mom in order to get into the club after the pictures we’ll have to have a party”, they will all want to come”. “How many of them are in the club”? “Five now I’d be six”. “So what’s the problem”? “Mom the stuff on the tits”, Joyce interrupted him, “You are referring to cum right”? “Yes mom cum”. “They shoot it everywhere you can think of”. Joyce took a long gulp of wine, “well Joe how would you be with your new club friends shooting cum in me and on me”? Joe took a gulp of his wine, “I’m fine with it because when they leave you’re here with me”. Joyce hugged him “Joe I love you”, “now if were going to get pictures we’d better get started”.
Joyce stood up and headed for her bathroom with Joe two steps behind. Joe stood watching her, “if you see anything you want me to add or take off tell me”. “How about the blouse and jeans”? “Oh sorry I wasn’t thinking”. She unbuttoned her blouse, the blue lace bra holding her tits came into full view. She removed her jeans, as she was wiggling out of them she realized she had a sizable wet spot, what if he notices? So what if he does went through her mind. With the jeans off she turned around and faced him. Grinning at him she said “I see you like the view”, she was staring at the tent in his shorts. “Oh yeah”, “hey mom you have a wet spot”. He pointed to her pussy, “well darling boys get tents, girls get wet spots”. They headed back to his room joking about wet spots and tents.
He took six very sexy pictures of her, and then he asked about her bra. “Honey if you want to get tit shots just tell me”. Off came the bra, she was standing in front of him, her nipple were hard in only wet panties. She had a sly grin on her face, “honey we will need cum for my tits”, have any ideas where we can get some”? Joey pulled his shorts down, his giant cock sprang out. “Moms there’s plenty of cum in here”. “My goodness Joey where did you get that giant cock from”? “Just woke up one morning and their it was”! “Mom you nipples are sticking way out their beautiful”, “that’s another way you can tell a girls interested”. “Now come over here let me get a big load of cum out of this big guy for us”. Joyce started slowly rubbing his cock but in less then a minute she kissed the head, now she was sucking it for all she was worth. Joey didn’t expect a blow job, he tried holding off but after four or five minutes he grabbed her head, pushing he cock down her throat and shot a large blast of cum straight into her belly. Pulling back so just the head was in her mouth he blasted two more times completely filling her mouth. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her tits; he shot four more blasts of cum on her tits.
“Mom that was incredible”! Looking up at him she smiled, opening her mouth to reveal a full load of cum in her mouth, she blew him a kiss and swallowed the entire load. She stood up grinning, “I guess its ok now to tell you I’m a cock sucker and proud of it”. “I love sucking cock and swallowing cum”, is that ok with you baby”? “Mom that’s fine with me”.
She was rubbing cum on her nipples, “Joey get some shots while the cum is still wet and gooey”. He took six pictures. She was sitting on the edge of his bed, “baby do you want me to go wipe it off”? “No”! “Mom please leave it, it makes you look sexy”. “Honey I have a question”? “Have any of the ladies given them shots of a bush filled with cum”? “No mom but could we”? Joyce realized he was rock hard again. Grinning she said, “Joey you’ll need to put that thing in me so we can get my bush soaked with cum”! “Are you ok with that”? He kissed her and with both hands removed her panties; she lies down on the bed and spread her legs.
“Joey go slowly my pussy hasn’t had a cock in seven years, it will need time to adjust”. She felt a slight pressure the giant head slipped in, she grunted at the size. “You ok mom”? “Fine baby just need to get use to him”. Joey could feel the walls of her pussy milking the cock, “Joey push it in slowly”. Joey started pushing at about half way she told him to stop. With over half of the 11” cock in her she realized this was as far as any cock had ever been, and there was still another half to go. She wiggled her ass and moved her pubic mound up and down on the throbbing cock. The walls of her pussy were milking him she was having small contractions, she new there was a tsunami coming.
“Joey I want more”, “give me the whole thing now”! Joey gave one lunge and he was bottomed out in her pussy. His cock had passed her cervix and was in her womb. She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him close to her she whispered, “pound my pussy baby”, “its yours”, “I’m cumming”!!!!!. The orgasm was intense, pussy juice was leaking out as Joey pounded her pussy deep and hard. Joey kept pounding deep and hard, she had at least three more screaming orgasms. Joey pushed his cock as deep as it would go and held it their. Cum gushed out flooding her womb with the potent liquid. This cause a fourth orgasm, she was moaning, crying and thrashing under him like an animal. They both took several minutes to get their breath. Joey rolled off her and went for his camera. She got into a sitting position with her legs spread; he got six pictures of her pussy pushing out cum.
“Joey honey”, “yes mom, what”. “Since the photo shoot is over”, “you know I’m a cocksucker and I hate to let cum go too waste, why not come sit next to me and feed it to me”. Half an hour later she had eaten all the cum. She had cum in her hair, on her face, and everywhere else possible.
She stood up and took his hand, “Come on baby, from now on your place is in my bed”.
Chapter 2
Before Joe left for school he warned her she would be getting text messages from the guys in the club, she laughed and told him she would answer all of them. At 10 her first text came in, it was from Mr. 13 & 3/4, I see you and Joe are friends; I can’t wait to meet you so you can see it. She texted her reply, never saw or felt 13 + but am really looking forward to it, love J. At 10:45 her second one arrived from Very wide, looking forward to meeting you I think we’ll have a great time. Her text was looking forward to it, hopefully it will be soon. Before lunch she got three more, and promptly answered them all. At 1 her phone buzzed again, it was from Joe, set up a party for Saturday at 7 is that good? If so same outfit as pictures, ok? She responded immediately, sounds good to me!
Joyce arrived home from work; she saw the light on at the top of the stairs and heard Joe talking to someone. Dinner was only burgers so she decided to take a shower and relax. As she passed her sons room she saw Pete and Joe talking, “Hi Pete how are you”? “Hi Mrs. J I’m fine”. He turned and went back to the computer. After her shower she put on a black lace thong and black bra. A dark green sweater with jean shorts. She was just fixing her hair when Joe entered the room.
“Hey mom got a minute”? “Sure big guy what’s on your mind”? “Pete hasn’t pop a nut in over a week”, “he really need to cum”, could you help him”? Joyce thought about it for a minute, “well since were going to be having the party Saturday night here and Pete isn’t invited, he is your best friend, why not”! “How do you suggest I get the nut out”? “Well you are a fabulous cock sucker and”, “say no more I’ll handle it”. “Mom he’s not staying for dinner so”, “I got it, give me a minute and I’ll be in your room.
Joyce put on a little perfume stripped down to her panties and bra and heels and headed for Joe’s room. Opening the door she smiles at Pete, “guys I understand theirs a nut sack full of cum in here”, “what you need is a class A cock sucker to clean the baby out”. Pete eyes were popping out, “god that’s an outfit and I’m the one with the full nut sack”. “Well get over her and well get that drained for you”. She unhooked her bra and the 40s feel into sight. Opening his fly she removed his cock and started sucking it. From the sounds he was making he wasn’t going to last long, so just to get him ready to unload she stuck her middle finger in his ass. His cock twitched cum started flowing at a huge volume, she tried gulping down his cum as quickly as she could but some leaked out of the corner of her mouth and onto her tits. She swallowed the last of his cum which was still in her mouth, “are you drained babe or do you need it again”? “I’ll definitely need at least one more draining, please”, “happy to help”, “now lay down”. She grabbed a bottle of lube she had brought in with her, and she coated his already stiffening cock. Slowly she rubbed it; she wanted him to come back often so she really worked at it. “Pete are you enjoying your hand job as much as the blow job”? “The blow job was better but this feels great too”! “Don’t worry baby when your cock blows again it will be in my mouth”, “I hate letting fresh hot cum go to waste”. Five minutes later he grunted, she knew the sound and her mouth engulfed the head of his cock as cum sprayed out again. After sucking him dry she sat up and smiled, “well a limp dick is a happy dick”! Giggling she got up, she had cum on her tits, in her face and hair and even on her eye lids. Heading for the door she wiggled her ass in an attempt to get a reaction. Pete said to Joe, “next time I’d like to try her ass”. Oh goody she thought their will be a next time.
All day Saturday they prepared for the party, Joyce had purchases new underwear, which included the tight boy shorts and matching half bra in blue. A blue garter belt with matching stockings blue six inch stiletto heels. They had a pizza at 5 she went too her room at 5:45 to get ready for the event. It was 6:30 as Joe walked down the hall to her room; the door was open so he walked in. Joyce was checking herself out in the mirror, “jez mom you are one hot looking slut”! “Thank you son”, “do you think they will like me”? “Definitely, just a word of advice”, “what baby”? “Don’t let Samson get to you first”, “ok why”? “He is Mr. 13 & ¾ that is the size of his cock”, if he fucks you first your pussy is so stretched out and full of cum most of the other guys will not want to fuck you”.
They heard the door bell, Joe ran down to get it. As he was leaving he yelled I’ll be up to get you in a bit. He was gone, looking in the mirror she was excited her first gang-bang, a fantasy come true.
Ten minutes later Joey walked in her room, “mom Samson and Jamal are waiting in the basement they want me to bring you down”. “Ok baby let go”, “mom they think your name is Jill”. “Oh, why’s that”? “So theirs no connection to you as my mother”, “I understand”. “They think my parents will be home be midnight so by 11:30 the parties over for tonight”. “Anything else”,? “Yes one more thing”, “lets keep the cum eating thing just between us”. “Does that mean after they leave I get dessert”? “You will get every drop”, “great it a deal”.
She walked in the basement play room; the two new friends were standing at the bar in their briefs. She walked right up to them, “hi I’m Jill”, Samson looked at her with a grin, “I’m Samson and he’s Jamal”. She reached for their cocks, “nice too meet you guys”. Jamal looked at Samson, “man look at her nipples their already hard as rocks”. “Hey bro see the wet patch below her bush”? “Baby I’ve got to get my cock in you”! “Well sir I thought you’d never ask”, “that would be great”. The three headed for the guest room at the rear of the room. Joe called out Samson the other guys told me”. “Fuck the other guys; I need my cock in this bitch now”.
They entered the room, the door was closed Samson spoke to her, “you look great do you suck cock and swallow”? “I’ll have you know I’m a class A cocksucker sir, the reason is I really enjoy sucking”! “Well you will definitely be sucking cock tonight”, “oh goody”!
Jamal was slowly rubbing her clit, her hips were already moving back and forth with the message she was getting. Samson tongue was down her throat, she felt Jamal remove her bra. Both guys put there hands in the elastic waist band of her panties and gently pulled them down. The clit rubbing was now enhanced by another hand gently opening her pussy lips, as a finger gently slipped in. She was moaning standing between these two men; she felt the shock wave deep in her pussy. She grabbed their arms, her body trembling she was having an orgasm standing between them. She gave a low animal groan she started squirting pussy juice all over their hands.
She was still trembling from the orgasm as they laid her down on the bed, Samson got between her legs, his cock was enormous. He slipped the head in; she felt the new size cock. Whispering to him “baby go slowly so I can get accustomed to your big cock, please push it in slowly but I really want the whole thing”. His giant cock just kept pushing deeper into her pussy, past her cervix straight into her womb. She was moaning, crying and wiggling under him. She moved her hips up with each downward thrust of his cock. Her pussy was adjusting to his size and was squeezing his cock. The boiling from deep within her was too much. She pushed her pubic mound up to his cock base, grabbed his ass and exploded into orgasm. Samson could not believe the feeling her pussy was giving his cock, he grunted, held her tight as a river of hot boy juice flowed deep in her. The orgasm continues as his cum flowed into her. No sooner had Samson rolled off then Jamal rolled her over, he stuck the lube bottle in her ass and squirted it into her. Next she felt pressure at her tiny hole, plop the wide cock was in. He started pushing it deep in her bowels, he clit was still rock hard so by him fucking her ass each of his downward strokes rubbed her clit against the sheets which was stimulating her. Am I going to come with a cock in my ass she wondered? She had a small orgasm as he pounded her ass, and then as his pace increased the wondering was over, a giant orgasm hit her just as he unloaded warm gooey cum deep in her ass, the orgasm must have lasted twenty seconds before it subsided.
The three sat in bed with big smiles on there faces, “I’d like to thank you both for an incredible fucking”. Jamal wasted not time, he made her sit on his cock and Samson put his cock in her ass, she was being DP and loving every inch of it. After five minutes of a good solid pumping rhythm she was crying with pleasure, “Oh fuck me harder, please I really need to cum”. The door to the bedroom was open and the rest of the new guys were cheering go for it, go for it. Suddenly both cocks dove as deep as they could, she screamed as both cocks unloaded a blast of cum at the same time into her. The feeling of cum spraying both her orifices at the same time was beyond explanation. Her orgasm started as they both started to cum, it was so intense she passed out for a few seconds.
The three collapsed on rolled off each other, she felt her legs being spread and a large Latino boy pushed a very nice sized cock into her gaping soaking wet pussy. She gave a sigh as he went balls deep, now he was building a rhythm. He looked at Samson, “you fucken prick”, her pussy is so stretched out it feels like sloppy fifths”! “Fuck you Juan”, drop a load in her pussy and make room for someone else”.
Juan moaned and shot a load in her. He rolled off, she was rolled over and another cock slipped into her ass. This is wonderful was all she could think as someone kept fucking her for the next two hours.
The guys finally were spent; fifteen year old boys however, each were able to fuck three or four times in three hours. Finally she was alone, the guys were at the bar comparing notes. She and the bed were covered in cum. She put her panties back on and headed for the bar. As she approached them Juan told her to stop, give him a pose of soggy bush. She gladly complied; several other requests were made for photos as well. Finally she got to the bar and had a vodka & ginger. Seeing Samson at the far end of the bar she wiggled over to him, she put her arms around his neck and pressed her big tits close to him. She put her mouth to his ear, “baby if you and Jamal would like to get together I’m up for it anytime”. “You like black cock don’t you baby”? “I love black cock honey”, please call Joey or me for the three of us to do a private session, perhaps an all nigher”? “I promise it will be soon”, now we’ve got to go so Joey can straighten up and you get out of here before his folks get home”.
Samson kissed both her nipples, pulled her panties away from her pussy to be sure she was flowing cum out still, slapped her ass, and said lets go guys. By 11:25 they were all gone. Joey looked at her, “well mom did you have a good time”? “Oh baby it was wonderful”, “I realize just how much I’ve missed cock”. But from now on I’ll be getting it regularly”, wouldn’t I”? “Mom all the guys said you had the best pussy and ass they’ve ever had”. “Go I just hope they want more”. “Mom you do realize my nut sack is full, don’t you”? “Oh I almost forgot”, “I’d like to suggest you use my ass or mouth as my pussy is really stretched and very, very sloppy”.
As they headed for her bedroom Joey got a funny smile on his face, “moms after we fuck for a while you still want dessert”? “Oh god yes, that’s our secret baby I’ve thought about it for quite a while”. “I have quite a lot of cum still in me leaking out”. ”You’re shooting more cum in me aside from being wonderful”, “I should have a couple of ounces I can push out to eat”. “Thank god cum isn’t fattening”.
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Friday night alone for Rachel part 3

**I just want to say that I in know way approve of any form of non-consensual sex.
He held his weight on his arms as he hovered over me. He moved one of his knees up between my legs until he was rubbing my pussy with his hairy, fat knee. I was still wet from my earlier orgasms, that now seemed forever ago. Even through everything that happened, as he ground into my wet pussy, I could feel my body spark with recognition of the stimulation. After all, only thirty minutes or so had passed, so I was still riding both my orgasmic- and marijuana-induced highs. Mentally, I knew that I had not enjoyed anything that had happened, but after a life-time of zero action my virgin body was slowly being driven to a familiar frenzy. He smiled his smug grin again when he saw the effect he was having on me.
“Give Daddy a kiss to show him how much you love him,” he said as he leaned down. He pressed gentle kisses against my lips. It was almost loving and totally bizarre. Why can’t he just fuck me and get it over with? Why is he doing this to me? I hated his soft touches more than when he was beating me; it felt more wrong somehow. He ground his pelvis into my hip, and I could feel his still hard cock.
He moved his weight to one elbow and gently cupped my jaw and pulled my mouth open slightly. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, softly exploring inside. He shifted his knee away and, without warning, thrust two of his fat fingers into my pussy.
“Daddy’s little girl has such a nice little girl pussy. You already got it wet for Daddy, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked out as he playfully wiggled his fingers in me.
“Daddy’s little girl is a little slut, isn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied meekly.
“That’s okay because Daddy knows that his Good Girl is still a virgin. That you have been saving yourself all for me.”
I gasped. Was that part of the game or does he really know I’m a virgin?! I knew in my gut that he somehow knew that. He had been watching me for God only knows how long, and he knew that I had never been with a man.
I screwed my eyes shut, hoping to just disappear. Like if I waited long enough to open them again, I would be somewhere else. His mouth returned to mine. He thrust his tongue gently against my own, in and out of my mouth in time with his now thrusting fingers, my still wet pussy letting him easily glide in and out.
He quickly began speeding up both his fingers and his tongue. As hard as I tried to mentally separate myself from what was happening, I was helpless to stop my body’s reaction. He added a third fat finger and started rubbing my clit in small circles with his thumb. My pussy felt so full, and I released an unexpected moan. I felt him smile against my mouth, and I cringed when I realized my mistake. I felt so disgusted with myself. His mouth met mine, and he licked a trail down my jaw back to my ear. I could hear his labored breathing as he worked my pussy.
“Does Baby Girl like what Daddy is doing to her pussy?”, he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, hating myself a little.
“If you ask him nicely, Daddy will let you cum.”
That was basically the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. But, it didn’t really seem like it mattered tonight what I wanted to do. As much as I hated it, I couldn’t do anything about how good he was making me feel. I clamped my mouth shut for fear that I might let another embarrassing moan out. I locked up all of my joints and tensed my muscles, just trying to keep my hips from rising into his hand. I could feel my pulse rising as I started breathing harder and harder. He started pushing his fingers in and out of my cunt faster and faster. He wrapped his lips around my ear lobe and sucked hard, making me let out an involuntary squeal. His mouth then moved down my neck to my collar bone, which he started bathing with his tongue.
I couldn’t keep it in anymore, and I let out a long, loud moan. As the sound left my mouth, it was like all my resistance with it. I relaxed my body and bent my neck towards his tongue. I without a doubt hated this man. I hated him touching me, how he talked to me, the way he was making me feel. I hated that my first time with a man would be with this hairy, overweight bastard. But, the mind is a tricky thing. It does strange things to protect you from emotional trauma. Illogical things. My logical thoughts on the situation were that I wanted to rip this man’s dick off and make him eat it. However, deep in my mind where I hide all of my darker desires, I had always fantasized about being taken just like this. I would touch myself and think about some unknown man of the tall, dark, and handsome variety tying me to my bed and having his way with me as I pretended not to like it. And, in this most harrowing turn of events, it was this fantasy that my mind latched on to in an effort to keep me from going crazy. I was openly panting now, and I just allowed myself to feel what was happening.
He was very skilled, and I knew that I was only a few moments away from cumming all over his hand. I could feel him smile against my throat. My hips began rising to meet his hand. He quickened the actions of his plunging fingers even more, and his thumb pressed harder on my clit to the point of bordering on pain. He switched from gently laving my neck with his tongue to alternating between sucking hard and racking his teeth across my skin. At the first feel of his incisors, I groaned and bucked my hips. He chuckled. I could feel my blood humming in my veins. I allowed my body to completely take over. And just as I felt myself climbing towards ecstasy, he stopped all his movements. I whimpered loudly and brazenly humped at his motionless hand that was still buried in my pussy before giving up.
“Now, now, Baby Girl,” he admonished as he moved to look me in the eye. “I told you that you have to ask Daddy nicely to make you cum.”
“Please. . .” I begged, knowing that my pride was really hanging by a thread at this point.
“Please, what?” he said. He smirked. I hated his damn smirk.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Please, Daddy what?” He said, losing his patience a little.
“Please make me cum, Daddy.”
“Hmmm. I don’t know if you really want it. . .”
He pulled his fingers out about half an inch, but it was enough to have me shout, “No!”
“You have to make Daddy really believe that you want it, Baby Girl.” At my hesitation, he continued to pull away his hand, and I panicked.
“No! Please, Daddy! Please make your Baby Girl cum! Please, I want it so bad, Daddy. I’ll be such a good little girl. Please, Daddy, make me cum!”
“Such a good little girl. . .”he said softly, before resuming his ministrations on my aching pussy. He stuffed his fingers in and out of my pussy roughly, and I fucking loved it. He began pumping his hard cock against my hip. I moaned, feeling waves of sensation crashing down on me. I knew I was close. Just as I felt my pussy tightening against his fingers, he leaned over and bit my nipple. I came all over his hand with a shout. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to catch my breath. My mind was swimming, and I felt lightheaded. I barely registered his movement before he was positioned between my thighs.
“Oh, you make Daddy so very happy, Baby Girl. Daddy loves you so much.” Before I had time to tense up, he had thrust into me to the hilt. He cock was a monster, and it knocked the damn wind out of me. He gave me only seconds to adjust, before he began slowly sliding it out until only the head remained, and then thrusting all the way back in. Though I may have been a virgin, between my own fun with my vibrator and his finger fucking, my pussy had little problem accommodating him. There were a few moments of discomfort as my body stretched to adjust to this new invasion, but they passed quickly, leaving me feeling delightfully full.
He started building up a slow momentum, and I could see sweat gather on his upper lip and at his hair line. Every few thrusts he would pause to grind against my pubic bone, driving me wild. He bent over my body and slipped his mouth over my nipple. He sucked hard, and I moaned unintelligibly. He bucked especially hard into me once.
“Say my name, Baby Girl,” he demanded.
Happy to oblige at this point as long as he kept doing what he was doing, I said, “Don’t stop, Daddy!”
I received a simple, encouraging, “Good Girl,” before he returned to my breast. He picked up the pace now, continuing to pull in and out almost all the way. I had never been so full, had never had anything so deep in my pussy. I felt absolutely stuffed with cock. He moved away from my breast, much to my disappointment, and lifted his head up to look me in the eye. He slid his arms under my back to brace my shoulders and, while still maintaining eye contact with me, started pummeling me with his dick. The unexpected increase in speed and power had me groaning loudly. If I had any presence of mind still left in me, I would have recoiled from the look of triumph on his face. My hands ached to grab and hold onto him; his hold on my shoulders was the only thing keeping him from fucking me off the side of the bed. My hands, still being tied behind my back, settled for fisting themselves in the comforter beneath me. He was pumping into me so fast and hard, I started having trouble trying to catch my breath in between moans and pleas. The lower half of his body pinned my own to the bed, keeping my hips from rising to fuck him back. The hair on his belly and thighs scratched me, the sweat on his body dripping onto mine and making me itch. In that moment, I was only aware of the feelings of pleasure he was evoking in me, wanted or no. Not how under normal circumstances the feel of his bulbous body pinning me to the bed or the sight of his middle-aged face leering just above my own would have caused me to recoil. I just knew that I need him to keep going.
“Oh, please. Please, Daddy, I need to cum again. Please, Daddy, make me cum,” I begged. I was right there, I knew. I just needed a little more. I needed to cum badly, and I knew I needed him to make me cum. I needed to feel his hairy belly and thighs on me, his rough hands holding me, his round and weathered face looking down at me with hungry, possessive eyes. I need all of it, all of him, to make me cum.
“Yes, Baby Girl. That’s it. You love your Daddy, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy! I love you so much! Oh, your little girl loves you so much.”
“I know, Baby Girl. I knew when I first saw you that you were such a good little girl, and I was right. Do you know how I know you love me? How I can feel it?”
“How, Daddy?”
“Because I can feel how much you want me right here,” he said, punctuating his point by pulling out completely and then pushing back in exaggeratedly slow before resuming his vigorous fucking once again. “You’re so wet for your Daddy. Daddy could fuck your little girl pussy for hours. Oooh, and you were such a good girl and kept your pussy so tight for your Daddy. You like Daddy fucking your little pussy?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Fuck your Good Girl. Please make your Good Girl cum! Please, Daddy!”
“Mmm. You want to cum on your Daddy’s cock, huh? You gonna cum all over your Daddy?” As he spoke, he subtly picked up more speed. His movements became more frantic, and his face was screwed up almost into a grimace from the effort he was exerting in fucking me. His left hand moved under my back and arms to grab onto the opposite shoulder while he right hand headed for my breast. He roughly squeezed and pinched my tit. He leaned his head down to rest his sweaty forehead in the crook of my neck.
His monster cock was drilling into and stretching my pussy to the point of pain. My brain was all over the place trying to keep up with the sensations. I felt caged in by his bulk, but my body was flying high. I was right on the cusp of my orgasm.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop, Daddy!”
“Cum for me, Baby Girl! Cum for your, Daddy!” With that, he bit into the flesh of my neck where it met my shoulder. I screamed in pain even as my orgasm peaked. It was incredible, like lightning flowing through my veins and shooting sparks of electricity across my skin, coalescing where his teeth were sunk into my neck. He didn’t slow his pace at all, fucking me through it. I could feel my pussy clenching his dick in waves as well as my girly juices gushing out of my cunt and down my ass onto the bed.
He continued fucking me as my body came back down. At that point, I was limp like a cloth doll. For a moment after my climax, I was relaxed and hadn’t a thought in the world. Then it was like my brain was switched back on and pushed into overdrive. I remembered that I was supposed to be hating this, that I should have been fighting him. I remembered that I was being raped, and I wasn’t supposed to like it. One moment I was having the most earth-shattering climax of my existence, the next I felt like crawling into a hole from the shame.
He saw the expression on my face and abruptly stopped. He leaned forward on his elbows and stroked my face with both hands.
“Wasn’t that good, Baby Girl? Do you like what Daddy did to you?”
“Yes, Daddy, I liked it,” I replied weakly, my voice sounding peculiar in my own head. I was done. I was just ready for it to be over and for him to leave. I was so exhausted.
As if reading my mind, he said, “I know you’re tired, Good Girl. Daddy’s almost done.”
I was confused when he backed up and pulled out of me. He got off the bed and gingerly flipped me over onto my stomach. He lifted my hips so that I was on my knees with my face buried into the comforter and my ass towards him. I just let him move me how he wanted and hoped that he meant what he said about this almost being over.
He plunged back into my pussy at the same break-neck stride as before. Though I was very wet and had loosened up some, the new position made his cock feel even larger. I wasn’t into it anymore. I was indifferent and uncomfortable. His hands held onto my hips as he rode me.
“Uhhh. You feel so good, Baby Girl. Oh, I may just never stop fucking this little girl pussy. And look at that pretty little ass. So lovely.” He smacked me on the ass. I squeaked.
“You’ve been such a good girl, Baby. Daddy loves you so much.”
His grip on my hips was starting to hurt, as was the tension in my shoulders and neck from my awkward position. “Oh, pretty little girl ass,” he groaned right before pulling out. For a moment, my hopes lifted and I thought my ordeal was through.
I could hear him behind me, jerking his cock with his hand. He caressed my ass a couple times with the other hand. I then felt him move back in close, but this time I felt his wet cockhead on my still-virgin asshole. Somehow, my brain had forgotten to register my ass as a viable fucking hole for my rapist.
“No! Please not my ass, Daddy! I can suck your cock again! Please no! ” He spanked me hard, and I cried out.
“This is MY ass, Baby Girl! And I can do what I want with it.” He leaned forward, and he pushed forward agonizingly slowly into my asshole. I held my breath to keep from crying out. I tried to relax as much as I could, but that only helped him out. It didn’t lessen the burning pain. It felt like my ass was on fire. And he was going so slowly. I wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than him just ramming it all in. After what felt like an eternity, his monstrous head finally popped into my bottom. I shook slightly with a silent sob, but was determined to not move or make any noise.
To my surprise, he didn’t start fucking my ass with wild abandon. Instead, I could feel him jerking what of his cock was not already in my ass. My mind flashed to my face-fucking from earlier, and I felt that the end was in sight. Then he spanked my ass again. And again. And a third time. He leaned forward over me and whispered, “Did you know that every time I spank you this pretty little ass squeezes my cock?” With that, he rained blows on my ass, which was already bruised from his previous spanking. I couldn’t keep silent anymore.
“Please, stop! Please! It hurts so bad! Please stop, Daddy!” I howled.
“OOoooo, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum in your tight. Little. Girl. ASS!” He roared as he came. His cock spurting in my bottom disgusted me. He pumped twice in my ass, very shallowly, and then slowly pulled out. His cock hurt just as much going out as it did going it. I was openly sobbing again. My ass was in agony. He gently moved me so that I was lying on my side, then laid down in front of me.
“Daddy’s got to leave now, Good Girl. You did so well. Will you be good while Daddy’s gone?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said so softly that I wasn’t sure he heard me.
“I know you will,” he said, smiling kindly. He leaned forward and kissed me on my brow. “Daddy loves you.” And with that, he was gone. No “Count backwards from one million” and no “Don’t call the police or I’ll call back and kill you”. He just slipped out, presumably back out whatever way he came in.
I laid there for a while after he left, just staring into nothing. I hurt all over, but I had neither the energy nor the will to move. I knew there were things I needed to be doing, but I felt like I physically was incapable of doing anything except lay on that bed. I felt dirty. I felt like there was something wrong with me for me to like what happened to me. But, I did like it. And I couldn’t deny it. Not even too myself.
Eventually, the light in the room got brighter, and I realized it was morning. Refraining from looking in any mirrors, I made my way down the hall to my desk to get my scissors. After awkwardly slicing through the duct tape on my wrists, I stretched my arms in front of me and rolled my shoulders a few times. I wasn’t prepared for the blood to rush back in, causing a pinprick sensation in my arms, hands, and shoulders. I gritted my teeth in pain and started flailing my arms around like a crazy person, as if I might just shake the feeling out. I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet in the shower. While waiting for the water to warm up, I finally looked at myself in the mirror.
My lips were swollen. My bite mark on my neck was very prominent. He didn’t break the skin, but you could still easily make out his teeth. I turned and gasped when I saw my ass. I knew that it hurt like hell and would be bruised, but I wasn’t prepared for how big of a bruise. It covered my whole ass practically and was a dark, angry purple. I opened up my medicine cabinet and took out three max strength Aleve, swallowing them down with a handful of water from the sink. After hand-testing the water temperature, I stepped into the shower. The water stung my inflamed skin at first, then soothed all my throbbing body parts. Well, most. The shower could do nothing for my sore pussy and ass.
I knew what I should do. I should go to the police. They could sweep the house and take a rape kit. But, I already knew that’s not what was going to happen. I had drugs in my house and in my system. And I had orgasmed twice. That alone was enough to make me want to at least wait before telling anyone. But the truth of the matter was that I had liked what had happened too much. Being taken and forced against my will comprised basically all of my sexual fantasies. Without any conscious input or thought, it seemed I had already decided to keep my mouth shut.
I stayed quiet about my rape, but people noticed changes in my behavior. I started wearing more revealing clothing, going out more. About three months later, I started getting prank phone calls. Only a few, but they were in the middle of the night from a blocked number. Whenever I would answer, no one would respond. I could hear breathing, so I knew someone was there. I just thought it was some kids playing around. The fifth time it happened, I had had enough.
“Hello! I know you’re there! Look, if you don’t stop, I’m going to report this to the police. They can look up your number and address!” I said in my most menacing voice. Then, I listened to the breathing on the other end. I closed my eyes and really listened. I had heard that before, also low and in my ear. My heart sped up, and I could feel my skin warm all over.
“Daddy?” I whispered.
A chuckle, then a sigh. “Baby Girl. . . “

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Submitting

SUBMITTING
The riding crop
The cat-o-nine tails
The pexi-glass flogger
I deserve to be punished
By any means
You deem
Needed
The shame
The guilt
The torment
I must make myself feel this way
For ever being happy before
You entered my
Life
The collar
The restraints
The leash
Control me and force me
To submit to all
Of your dominating
Demands

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What Daddy Needs 5

Phoebe separated from her friends and held back a bit hoping that none of them would notice Jamie Murphy sitting on the bench a few stores down from the bookstore. They didn’t as they all wandered in to browse the shelves. She watched for a moment as the group of girls spread through the store.
Strolling over, she sat down on the bench next to her teacher and slid closer to him. He looked down at his favorite student and leaned over to bump her shoulder with his. She smiled and leaned back into his side.
“What are you up to?” he asked grinning back at her.
Phoebe shrugged. “Not much,” she said. “Just hanging out. What about you?”
Jamie nodded toward the ladies plus size store. “Trina’s doing some shopping.”
She nodded wondering how someone as cute as her English teacher had ended up married to such a cow. She stood up and crossed to the sale rack of over sized panties and bras in front of the store and started searching through the merchandise displayed there. Finding what she wanted she turned back to the man sitting on the bench holding the huge underwire bra with the formed, slightly padded cups up to her chest.
“Hey, Murph,” she said with an impish grin, “we should hang this in the teacher’s lounge with a sign saying, ‘All female teachers are required to fill out this form.’”
He laughed as he shook his head. “You want to get me fired for sexual harassment?”
“You have tenure, don’t you?” she asked hanging the bra back on the rack before returning to straddle the bench facing him.
He glanced down at the juncture of her widely spread thighs and Phoebe got the distinct impression that he was wishing he was the bench before his eyes moved back up to meet hers. She smiled sweetly at him leaning back a little, her hands gripping the edges of the bench behind her, thrusting her firm, round breasts toward him.
He swallowed hard. “So how are things in the Cashe household?” he asked dragging his eyes away from the teenager’s gorgeous young tits. “Are you getting along any better with your step mom?”
“She’s a cunt,” Phoebe said bluntly.
Jamie laughed loudly, “Why don’t you just come right out and tell me what you really feel?”
Phoebe grinned at his sarcasm. “Okay,” she said. “So I’m not really trying. I just don’t like her.”
“Give your poor dad a break, kiddo,” Jamie said. “It can’t be easy when the two women he loves the most are constantly bickering.”
Phoebe shrugged. She didn’t really care at the moment whether things were uncomfortable for her dad or not. He had completely upset her world when he married Lorraine and Phoebe felt no compunction over making his life miserable by constantly butting heads with the step monster.
Jamie glanced toward the store where his wife was shopping and started to stand. “Looks like she’s about done,” he said smiling down at Phoebe. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
Phoebe nodded and stood to go find her friends.
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“Phoebe?” her dad called stepping into the hallway from the kitchen as she dropped her backpack by the stairs. “Where the hell have you been?”
“I went to the mall with friends after school,” she said shortly.
“You didn’t call to let Lorraine know where you were,” he said. “You know the rules. And what if she had been out when Justin got home?”
“I thought the whole point of marrying her was so Justin had a mom,” Phoebe said sarcastically. “Being here when he gets home from school is in her job description.”
A cupboard door slammed in the kitchen and Phoebe smiled unpleasantly knowing that her step mom was listening to the exchange. Her dad’s jaw tightened and his eyes flashed angrily. Phoebe squared her shoulders and faced him with an implacable stare.
“Upstairs,” he said, his voice cold.
Phoebe started toward the kitchen. “I’m going to get something to eat,” she said as she brushed by him.
His hand shot out to grasp her upper arm and he jerked her back. “You missed dinner. Get upstairs.”
“I’m almost eighteen,” she said trying to pull away from his vice like grip. “You can’t . . .”
Her sentence ended abruptly when her father slapped her sharply. His left hand still tight on her arm was the only thing that kept her from sprawling on the floor. She blinked away the tears and glared at him defiantly.
He turned her toward the stairs and gave her a little shove. “Upstairs,” he said again, his voice vibrating with anger. “Now.”
Phoebe turned back toward the kitchen, but before she could take a single step she found herself thrown over his shoulder as he strode toward the staircase. She pushed upright and started trying to squirm her way out of his grasp. He gave her a stinging slap on the ass as he climbed the stairs.
Once in her room he dumped her unceremoniously onto the floor and locked the door before he began to undress. Phoebe stood up and started to back away. With her dad between her and her locked bedroom door she really had no where to go, though.
“I’m going to scream,” she warned him as he dropped his shirt on the floor.
“I think your step mother is expecting that,” he said stepping out of his trousers. “Are you going to undress yourself or do you want me to do that for you?”
“We don’t do this anymore, Daddy,” she said putting her hand up to ward him away as he walked slowly toward her.
“Yes we do,” he said huskily. “And it’s been way too long.”
“If she finds out she’s going to ruin you,” Phoebe said pushing against his chest as he started to pull her into his arms.
“You let me worry about my wife,” he said as he lowered his lips to hers.
Phoebe slid her arms around her father’s neck and returned his kiss hungrily. Jake unzipped her hip hugging jeans before lifting her off her feet and moving toward her bed. Laying her down he stood over her and peeled the tight fitting denim off her shapely legs. Phoebe pulled the soft tee shirt off over her head and laid back running her hands over her firm, round breast and flat stomach.
Her dad watched, his cock rising, as she slid one hand between her thighs. Her fingers parted her labia as she began to slowly stroked the tender, pink flesh. She moaned softly when her fingers slid over the hard bud of her clit. Jake’s breathing quickened as she spread the petal like inner lips and exposed the glistening opening to her vagina.
He knelt at the side of her bed and grasped her slender waist to pull her ass to the edge of the mattress. Phoebe let her bent knees fall open as her dad’s hands spread her pussy open before he leaned forward and pushed his tongue as far inside her as he could. She thrust up to meet his mouth and began fondling her breasts as her father devoted himself to pleasuring her with his mouth.
She moaned loudly as his fingers found her swollen clit and his tongue swirled and thrust into the warm velvety sheath of her tight, young cunt. She pinched her erect nipples and rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers.
“Daddy,”she groaned, “it feels so good.”
Jake moaned into his daughter’s sweet pussy and ran the tip of his tongue up through the folds of her labia to flick her click before sucking it between his lips. Phoebe bucked against his face as he thrust two fingers into her hot, wet vagina and began sawing them quickly in and out. She clutched at the back of his head and ground her sopping pussy against his face.
“Daddy!” she gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her body strained toward release. “I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum.”
Jake’s cock twitched and drooled clear pre cum onto his thigh as his daughter rolled her hips frantically and tried to pull his face harder against her cunt. He pressed his mouth against the opening of her vagina, his thumb pressed against the erect bud of her clitoris, and started to massage her quivering lower abdomen with his left hand. Phoebe threw her head back and moaned loudly, her petite body tensing as she plummeted over the edge into the ecstasy of a powerful orgasm.
He stood up and lifted her her legs to hug them against his chest. His feet planted wide, his knees bent, he lined up the spongy, mushroom shaped head of his throbbing cock with the tight opening of her convulsing vagina and drove it into her warm, wet depths. He bottomed out with each hard thrust, pounding into her tight cunt like a jackhammer, intent only on reaching his own release.
He felt the satiny walls of her pussy clench on his hard, thrusting cock over and over again as he rode her through a thundering orgasm. He didn’t try to hold back his own pleasure. He felt his cock swell and pulse inside her grasping cunt and his balls tightened, preparing to flood his daughter’s womb with his seed.
Phoebe grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into her as she moaned and rocked her hips mindlessly. Jake gritted his teeth, his breath hissing as he approached his orgasm. Phoebe looked at him through heavily lidded eyes.
“Do it, Daddy,” she growled. “Fuck me hard and fill me up with your hot cum.”
His breathing grew more ragged as he pounded into her hot little snatch.
“She doesn’t feel as good as me,” Phoebe breathed huskily, her hands kneading his ass. “Give it to me, Daddy. Fuck my cunt and give me every drop of cum in those big balls.”
Jake pushed her knees up to her chest and leaned over her to drive his cock into her as deep and hard as he could. He felt the muscles in her tight, young pussy rippling over his pulsing cock, milking the cum from his balls. His jaw clenched and he groaned her name as his balls released their copious load to rocket through his rigid member and explode in one long jet into his teen aged daughter’s welcoming vagina.
Phoebe closed her eyes and moaned as she felt her father’s semen wash over her cervix and fill her overstuffed cunt till it leaked out to coat his balls and run into the crack of her ass.
she held her arms up to him and he fell onto her, pressing her into the mattress as he continued to thrust gently into her cunt.
She held him tightly as his penis softened inside her groaning softly when it fell out to lie wetly against her thigh. She traced his spine with her finger tips. Jake shuddered then lifted his head to kiss her deeply, his tongue gently pressing into her mouth to circle hers.
“I hope you say my name the next time you fuck her,” she said when he rolled to the side and pulled her into his arms.
He laughed. “I nearly have a few times,” he admitted wryly. “The only way I can get off with her is if I close my eyes and pretend she’s you. Most times I just fake it.”
“Why did you marry her? You nearly ruined everything,” Phoebe said sulkily.
“Phoebe, if anyone ever found out about you and me . . .” he began, his voice trailing off. “She’s just a means of avoiding suspicion.”
“I still hate her,” she said. “You’ll understand when I find someone.”
Jealousy flared in Jake’s head at the thought of Phoebe with another man. “No,” he said pushing up on one elbow to lean over her. “You’re not ever leaving me.”
“I might never stop making love with you,” she said caressing his face, “but you’re going to have to share me eventually.”
His mind reeled at the thought of Phoebe with another man. A man that would lie in her arms and spend himself in her warm, welcoming body. A man that might plant his seed in her fertile womb and make her belly swell.
He shook his head slowly. “No,” he said firmly. “I’ll beat the hell out of any man that touches you. You belong to me.”
He bent his head to capture her lips and she murmured her acquiescence.
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In the hallway Justin leaned silently against the locked door of his sister’s room and furiously stroked his rigid cock until his cum erupted from the tip into his cupped palm. He had known for nearly a year that his father was doing things to Phoebe. His Phoebe. And he had known for several months now exactly what those things were.
His dad was sticking his hard cock in the warm, tight hole between his sister’s legs the way he was himself whenever she’d let him. He loved his sister dearly and being inside her when he came was the best thing he’d ever felt in his short life. He put his limp penis back in his jeans and headed to the bathroom to wash his cum off of his hand.
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“Do you have a minute?” Phoebe asked from the doorway of her English class.
Jamie looked up from the tests he was grading. He leaned back in his chair and smiled. “You do know that school is over, right?”
Phoebe grinned as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. “You’re still here, too,” she pointed out as she crossed to perch on the edge of his desk.
“I have three rowdy boys at home,” he said. “I get more work done here.”
Phoebe pulled a folder out of her backpack and laid it on the desk. “I have something for you to read,” she said sliding it toward him.
He enjoyed reading her short stories. She was definitely the most talented student he had ever had and he was encouraging her to enter some of her work in regional and national competitions. He opened the binder and read the sweet story of budding love between a mature man and a young girl set in the rural south.
“It’s good,” he said looking up at her. “Very descriptive, and a little erotic without being overtly sexual.”
Phoebe smiled softly and leaned toward him giving him a nice view of the tops of her firm, young breast above the scooped neckline of her tank top. Jamie shifted uncomfortably as he felt his cock twitch. He looked away from her chest and back at the pages on the desk in front of him.
“You do have one awkward sentence here,” he said underlining it with his red pen. “And this your should be you’re.”
Phoebe slid off the desk and moved to stand behind him leaning over his shoulder to look at his corrections. She pressed her breasts against his back and this time his cock lept to life swelling till it was half erect. He cleared his throat and started to gather up the tests he’d been grading when she walked in.
“I guess I should be getting home to help Trina with the boys,” he said stuffing the sheath of papers into his messenger bag.
He stood up as Phoebe straightened and he came up against her firm. young body. His breath caught in his throat and he let his bag drop to the floor. Phoebe tipped her head back and looked up at him with wide green eyes and slightly parted lips.
Jamie had flirted with students before, but he had never let things go too far. He’d married his high school girlfriend a week after graduating from college and in the fifteen years that they had been married he had never even thought about cheating on his wife.
Until now. Of their own volition his arms closed around Phoebe’s lithe little body and he leaned down to press his lips against hers. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he moaned as he started to thrust his softly against hers. His legs threatened to give out and he leaned heavily against the desk.
He groaned loudly into her mouth as her hand pressed against the bulge in his jeans and she rubbed his hard cock. A wet spot appeared on the denim and began to spread as her touch made his prick ooze. She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand in to close her fingers around his turgid member.
He growled deep in his chest, dragging his mouth away from hers. “We can’t do this here,” he said huskily. “Someone will see.”
He zipped up his jeans and picked up the leather messenger bag holding it in front of the bulge in his pants as he led her into the hallway. They didn’t encounter anyone on the way to his white SUV and he helped her into the cab before rounding the front of the truck to climb behind the wheel.
He drove to an apartment complex a few blocks from the school and, taking her hand in his, walked her into the generic looking building. He stopped in front of one of the doors and fished keys out of his pocket.
“My sister’s place,” he explained once they were inside. “I’m supposed to be feeding her cat while she’s out of town.”
Phoebe turned to him and slid her arms around his neck. Pressing up onto her toes she pulled his lips down to hers. Jamie groaned and lifted her off her feet as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he broke the kiss to carry her to the bedroom.
Laying her down on the bed he stretched out beside her and pulled her into his arms. She wound her fingers into his dark hair as his lips captured hers. His hands slid under her thin tee shirt, and he began exploring her lush body.
He knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, she rarely did, and her hard nipples grazed his palms as he massaged her gorgeous tits. His hard cock was throbbing and he was aching to be inside her. He pushed her shirt up and she shrugged it over her head as he caught one erect nipple between his teeth and gently pulled.
Phoebe arched her back pushing her breast more firmly against his mouth as his tongue began to bathe her nipple. His mouth moved back and forth between the pink tipped peaks nibbling and sucking as his hands moved lower. He undid her jeans and she lifted her hips as he pushed them down then pulled them off.
He paused for a moment to gaze down at the beautiful young girl lying before him. She reached out to unfasten his pants and he pulled the polo shirt over his head before rolling onto his back to pull his jeans and boxers off. Phoebe bit her bottom lip as his stiff penis sprang free.
Her dad’s 7” cock fit snuggly inside her making her feel as though he could split her in two with his thick rod. Jamie’s cock was bigger. She had known it was fatter when she had wrapped her fingers around it before they’d left school. She had been unable to touch the tip of her middle finger to the end of her thumb.
He laid down beside her and ran his right hand over her stomach to cup the mound of her pussy. Phoebe rolled onto her side and pushed up to urge him onto his back. She pressed a long kiss against his quivering abdomen then lifted his rampantly hard cock and sucked the pre cum from the tip before licking up and down the shaft several times. He groaned deep in his chest as she began to stroke him while licking the bulbous head like a melting ice cream cone, paying special attention to the sensitive spot on the underside just below the head.
Her lips parted and she sucked him into her mouth. Her tongue provided exquisite friction as she bobbed up and down managing to take most of his enormous prick into her mouth. His hips began to rock, his hands tangled in her hair as she expertly fucked him with her mouth.
His wife fellated him occasionally – on his birthday and their anniversary -, but never as enthusiastically or as well as the young girl kneeling between his thighs and Trina would never allow him to cum in her mouth. He felt his balls begin to tighten and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off very long as he watched Phoebe move up and down on his tumescent cock.
“Baby,” he groaned as her hand found his tight sac. “I’m gonna cum.”
She nodded and squeezed his balls lightly as she pushed down and he felt the head of his cock press into her throat. His hips bucked wildly as his balls let go releasing a torrent of semen. She pulled back until she just held the head of his cock in her mouth and used her hand to rapidly stroke his shaft while he emptied his balls into her cum hungry mouth.
She sucked and swallowed, massaging his balls with one hand and squeezing his rod rhythmically as she milked the cum from his pulsing cock with the other. She kept sucking and running her tongue around the head and up and down the shaft even after he had finished.
He shuddered and tried to pull her off his overly sensitive prick, but she kept moving up and down on him, stroking rapidly until his cock, that had began to soften, was rock hard again. She pushed up and straddled his hips, her feet planted flat on the mattress, one on either side of him and lifted his cock to rub the lubricating head through the wet folds of her labia.
Jamie sucked his breath in sharply as she lowered herself onto his thick shaft and he slowly sank balls deep into the tightest pussy he’d ever felt in his life. Phoebe leaned forward a little and placed her hands on his chest. She began to fuck him with slow, languid strokes, doing little more than rock him inside her while rotating her hips and grinding her clit against the hair at the base of his large cock.
“You feel so good, inside me,” she purred picking up her pace a little. “It feels like you’re all the way up into my belly.”
Jamie nodded wordlessly his fingers digging into her hips as he lifted her to let her sink back onto his rigid shaft. Phoebe lengthened her strokes and rode his cock faster as she felt her orgasm begin to build. She leaned forward a little more and slid her clit along the top of his shaft grinding against his pubic bone each time she slammed down on him.
Her thighs quivered with the effort as she rode him faster, lifting herself almost completely of his huge cock before sliding back down to take him all the way inside her velvet sheath. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as her warm, tight cunt rippled around his penis, grasping and sucking wetly. He’d never felt anything as tortuously pleasurable as his young lover’s vagina swallowing his manhood over and over again.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “Oh, Jamie. I’m gonna cum.”
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back. Resting his weight on his elbows, he leaned down to kiss her as he began to pound his cock into her. He pushed up on his arms and watched her face as her body tensed.
“Do it, baby,” he growled as he fucked her hard and fast. “I need to feel that tight little cunt of yours cum on my cock.”
She humped her hips against him mewling and whimpering, her head thrashing from side to side.
“Come, on, baby,” he groaned. “Give it to me. Cum for me.”
She threw her head back and arched against him, her hips bucking like she was trying to throw him off and he yelped as he felt her already tight pussy clench almost painfully on his raging cock. He pushed in deep and groaned as his balls let loose again, his cum jetting against her cervix as he emptied his sperm into her spasming cunt.
“Fuck that was good,” he moaned when he could draw a breath again.
Phoebe murmured something unintelligible as she stroked his back. Jamie leaned down and kissed her long and deep before rolling away from her. She groaned as he pulled out of her and turned onto her side to rest her head on his sweat soaked chest.
“I want to do this again,” she mumbled sleepily.
Jamie held her tightly and nodded. He knew he was in deep trouble. He knew he was falling in love with the beautiful teenager in his arms.

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