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alone

This poem was inspired by an old girlfriend that made me choose between the boat and her. She decided I could have both after I made my decision. I decided I only needed one after the ultimatum.
I still make my living during the winter with that old boat and I still love that old boat.
Don’t forget to tell me what a piece of shit I am for not writing this poem about our sex life. lol
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alone-
fishing so bad
can’t hire a crew
times so tough
barely survive
sea so rough
barely afloat
long hard days
not wasted on her

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Stefan & Damon, Part I

None of those caracters are mine, and they are property to miss LJ Smith, and the Vampire Diaries TV Show. Please, this is my first story, don’t be meen, but I would appreciate any useful comments! (: Enjoy!;D

“ONCE UPON A SISTER”

“ONCE UPON A SISTER’’
By Blueheatt
Dawn…..
__This started when we were little. My sister and I were only a year apart. We shared all secrets with each other, but sex ones were the most exciting. We excited each other with sex stories from other and older girls. This excitement turned to sexual arousement as we got older. We enjoyed telling these and making each other get all horny.
I’m Dawn, and my sister is Dana. We first heard new stories from our older brother Ron by listening to him talk to his buddies in his room. There were pipes going through our closet to his room in the old house. By opening our closet door, we could hear them. We heard things we had no idea what they were talking about….at first.
As we grew up Dana told me that Ron had grabbed her and felt her titties. I was envious and she showed me what it felt like. I wanted him to feel me, but nothing happened. We heard thru the pipes him talking about wanting to feel our naked tits, feel and lick our pussy’s and have sex with us. We both got real wet with him talking about having hot sex with his sisters.
One night I was asleep with my sister and I woke up to the bed moving. I was facing my sister and opened my eyes a little. My brother Ron was on top of her and he was moving up and down on her. He was having sex with her and yet nothing for me.
The next night Dana and I talked in bed she told me they had sex. This was the first major event in our sex lives. She described it in detail as I got real horny. As she talked I slipped my finger in my panties and rubbed my pussy. It was one hot story and she stopped . (“…are you fingering yourself Dawn?”) she asked. (“…I said yes. Your story is making me horny.”) She started doing the same. That was the start of us telling sex stories to each other and both fingering ourselves.
Today we’re in our 20’s and still do it. Phone sex our way to get hot and finger ourselves.
I’m divorced and she’s living with a guy. About once a week, more or less, we call and tell each other the latest sex events in our lives. As soon as she or I call we put our hands in our panties and get ready. We go in the bathroom, or someplace alone. We’ve become custom story tellers to each other. We know what makes us hot and go into detail about the real intense sex parts. We can tell by our breathing and reaction when we are about to orgasm, and really pour on the intense details.
We make certain sounds on the phone that let us know were getting ready to have awesome orgasms. When we call and say: “I’ve got one.”, we know to get ready for a hot sex story It means get your panties off, or go somewhere private even stop the car and park somewhere.
I had good hot one up for her that I knew she’d get real hot over. Sneaking and having sex with my ex-husband I told her. I knew she had always had the hots for him, and now I was fucking him again. She wanted him to have sex with her, but so far….they hadn’t hooked up.
She got all excited as I sexually teased her about the up and coming story. I stalled a few days to make her extra horny. She first called me and said, “Lets make a deal. You set me up with your ex, and I’ll…. (giggle) …you better hold on Dawn….
I’ll set you up with…..brother Ron.”
She knew damn good and well I had always wanted to have sex with Ron. I said: “…Dana you got a deal!, but be careful, you know his wife hates us.”
Dana had been sneaking sex with Ron for long time. His wife was a real bitch and didn’t like Dana and I at all. Ron and Dana liked quick sex, sneaked and risky. A quick fuck in the back seat of his or her car, behind the grocery store or where ever they could sneak one in. I was so envious but we just never did hook up.
We picked a night and she got ready for my ex’s hot story. (I hyped it up….oh….just a little bit, just for fun.)
“Dana, Berry came over to get some papers and we talked about how good our sex life had always been and how we missed it. We decided it didn’t have to end and he came over and sat on the couch with me. We talked about you, and our new boyfriends and girlfriends. He now admitted that he like you Dana, and ’if’ you two ever got together, that would be hot. I heard her sigh as she was fingering herself.
Barry and I ended up kissing and we got ourselves all hot. He already knew how to turn me on good. He knew I went crazy when he licked my pussy and fingered my back hole as the same time. I knew how to make him cum in my mouth, which he loved. It was so hot to have a guy who already knew me and make me climax to damn good. He kept sucking on my clit, and fingering my pussy and back hold, all at once. As I moaned and started to climax, he let go shots of cum and filled my mouth. Oh my god Dana, Berry is so hot at sex, he’ll make you loose your mind.
“Damn you Dawn, your going to make me rub a blister on my clit!” We both giggled. It’s so cool to have a sister to have phone sex with and make ourselves so hot and turned on. “I’ll hook you up with Berry and then you can pay me back by telling me how it went, Dana.” She said: “I’m gonna have Ron fuck your brains out Dawn!”
I had some plans for Ron I would tell her about later. He liked quick fucks and risky?…Ok,…I’m going to make him cum in his pants just thinking about me before I’m done.
I called Ron up and said I need a ’private’ talk about mom and dad with him. He said to come by tonight. I parked in his driveway with my van. I went in and ’the bitch’ was watching TV. We went out in my van to talk private in the back. He said he talked to Dana about us hooking up for some hot sex sometime. I started my ploy.
“Oh she did, did she.” I pulled a shocked Ron on top of me. “You had all this time to get with me and you never did, but you had sex with Dana.” I put his hands on my bra-less tits as he looked all around to make sure no one was looking. I unzipped his pants. “Now you think you can just start feeling my tits, and trying to have sex with me?” I had his hardon out and my skirt up with no panties on. I rubbed it on my pussy as he nervously giggled. “What makes you think I want to have sex with you Ron?” I pushed his hardon in my pussy and began fucking him. He whispered: (“shhhhhhh Dawn! My wife is home and in the living room!!!”)
He liked risky sneak fucking….he was getting it now. (“…damn you Dawn, we’re going to get so busted!!!”) I had him now and he was so hyper from now fucking me and the risk, I pulled my next little trick. I slowly started pushing my finger just in his ass. He gasp and started fucking faster and deep. (“…oh my god Dawn, I my balls are going to explode!!….oh jezzzzzz.”)
He shot a load in me that shook the van. His ass puckered around my finger like a vice. More big blasts of cum shot in me and he tried not moan out. I worked my finger like I was fucking him in the ass. He squirmed and panted. He sucked my tits and moaned in them. It was like he couldn’t stop slow fucking me and moaning.
At last…I was having sex with him and it was beautiful. Sneaking it and risk was an added bonus.
I told my sister how it went, detail by detail. She got so horny she said: “Hook me up with Berry, I’m dieing over here!”
I got with Berry and told him everything I knew that turned my sister on. Ever little detail. Rubbing her clit while her was fucking her, massaging her G spot, licking her ass and her pussy back and forth. All things to drive her wild.
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Dana called……
“Let me tell you about your ex-husband, sis…..You set me up with him and tried to make me go crazy, didn‘t you. I spent all night with that…that…animal! He seemed to know everything that makes me climax through the roof! Are you happy now Dawn?
(She could hear me giggling)…I’m still quivering inside from him. Well…. you can just find yourself another ex-husband!, because I’m keeping yours!”

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highschool, need i say more?

this is my first story and its about some of the fantasys i had in highschool, please comment and tell me how i did. i was thinking about making a series if this gets good comments.not all will be lesbian.

Only Young Once…

On a completely normal night out, I met a guy in a club. From the outset I should say that I was a taken lady and really not in the market for a one night stand, but my friends had disappeared off with some of his friends and he had been a gentleman most of the night, buying me drinks, dancing with me without getting too grabby, so I began to assume that maybe he was gay and just kept enjoying myself. Towards the end of the night, he made his move, kissing me intently and holding me close. I enjoyed the brief encounter for what it was and kept shaking my ass to whatever beats the dj played. The club closed and the stranger asked if I would like another drink, indicating that him and his friends were from out of town and staying at a hotel where the bar would still be open. My friend and I took advantage of this and headed back with them, sitting in the hotel bar till 6am before considering ordering a taxi home. My friend was invited back to their hotel room, and off she went upstairs. I waited, playing it cool before following this cute drunk stranger to the room, thinking in my vodka blurred mind that a few more kisses wouldn’t be a bad thing…
Upon entering the room, I realised all four guys had descended on the city and thought it would be fine to share two double beds and a sofa bed in a larger-than-average hotel room. My friend and her new acquaintance were almost naked in one of the beds, groaning under the duvet in the dark room. I used the restroom, removed my tights and proceeded to go in for the kill whilst the other two friends were still drinking in the bar. I got into the bed, and he leaned over kissing me, pressing himself hard up against me, tugging down my French knickers and pulling my top down so my breasts hung out and my bra gathered at my waist. He started going to work on my pussy, licking and rubbing whilst my thighs shook and I tried to keep a little of my composure as my friend worked on her bed partner’s cock. I slid down the bed, desperate to get a feel of this stranger’s cock and suck it down my throat. I unbuttoned him quickly, letting his cock spring free into my face and sucked hard on it, working my fingers over his balls. I knew it would be a clumsy fuck, nine hours of drinking wouldn’t put me at the top end of my game but I couldn’t help but indulge, after all, you’re only young once…
I asked if he had a condom which I was putting on him when the door opened and the two other guys had come back to get some sleep. My friend and I looked over at each other, feeling incredibly awkward but the newcomers simply sorted out the sofa bed, shared out the pillows and one guy made a makeshift bed on the floor whilst the other claimed the sofa bed. We tried our best to keep it down but my conquest had already slid himself inside me, taking short shallow thrusts whilst pawing at my breasts. He whispered dirty statements in my ear, telling me I was a ‘Dirty fuck with an angelic face’ and and grabbed my ass as he ploughed himself deeper inside.
I looked across to my friend who was lying flat on her back, and I could see the silhouette of a man on top of her beating his cock near her face, groaning quietly. She was fondling his ass, holding her mouth open, waiting for his load to cover her face and heaving tits, or possibly waiting to swallow his cock as it erupted. I wasn’t sure as I started moaning into my lover’s ear, telling him I need to feel his cock come inside me, I wanted to make him shake on top of me. I told him he could have me any way he wanted and that my tight cunt loved to be fucked by him. He kept holding my ass and hips whilst drilling into me, leaving my torso to hold his weight. I knew it would be a clumsy fuck but his hipbones were rubbing my clit perfectly making me start to tingle and spasm around his big cock. He started to orgasm, moaning so I bit into his chest and nipples, spurring him on, until his body relaxed and he slid out of me. He lay on his back, breathless and I went to remove the condom and lick him clean. I looked over to see my friend lying quietly next to her conquest and went in for a hug with mine. He had begun to drift off and I lay quietly… Ensuring he had fallen asleep, I motioned to my friend and both conquests were silent from sleep and us two girls got ourselves dressed and decent for walking past hotel reception staff.
I heard a noise, fearing we had woken someone up and realised the man lying on the floor was awake and motioning towards me. I leaned in to whisper to him that we were leaving and he kissed me passionately. I realised how disturbing the situation could become and made our excuses but I noticed the man on the sofa bed had my friend held in an embrace whilst caressing her thigh. I’ll blame the alcohol for my next reaction, because I kissed him back, kissing his neck and then taking a last glance over at my friend to make sure she was staying put for the time being. I swiftly removed his cock from his jeans, feeling it strain against the buttons. It was so hard, pulsing almost… I licked it, slid it in and out of my mouth, feeling my oral skills impaired from the vodka, and concentrated on working his cock into a frenzy. He pulled me up to kiss him, asking me to get on top of him for a while. I knew where this would lead and took a glance towards my friend who had a man with a sexy rugby player physique on top of her with her legs over his shoulders. I took my lead and he slipped on a condom and I put one leg over him, hitching my skirt up to my waist and sliding my knickers to the side to give him access to my soaking wet cunt. I rode him hard, desperate to cum, concentrating on my own sensations rather than his, so I held my skirt up rubbing my clit through my panties, until I shook, clamping my pussy round his cock. I would have moaned his name, had I known it…
I knew he was so close and could sense he wanted it fast and hard, which wasn’t in my routine after so strong an orgasm and a huge amount of alcohol. He flipped me over onto my back, pushed my knees up against my breasts and assaulted my swollen pussy with force. It felt so dirty, with my skirt around my waist and my panties pushed to the side, fucking on the run… I couldn’t keep quiet – I was still coming down from my orgasm and I kept moaning and then looking over to the beds, fearing how they may react if they awoke to see me being fucked hard on the floor. I relaxed my legs slightly keeping them high around my neck, pulled him close to me, kissing him to keep myself quiet, occasionally moaning into his mouth.
He fucked hard and fast, as he wanted, using my pussy, letting the friction massage his cock. He orgasmed quickly , biting my bottom lip and burying his cock in me to the hilt. He slid out and remarked that he wouldn’t be able to tell the boys how he had got carpet burns on his knees. I laughed, pulling my skirt down, waiting for my friend to finish only a few feet away from me.
I gathered up my things for the second time, watching the rugby player lookalike drill into my friend, who remained on all fours on the sofa bed as he pounded against her ass. He groaned quietly in the darkness and I let my friend say her goodbyes before tidying ourselves up in the bathroom. We got out of there as quickly as possible, noticing the sun was already up.
I was all wet down my thighs, and decided to sit in the stairwell to put my tights back on before we walked home, giggling at the evening’s events…
I went home and showered and felt all alone in my empty apartment so ordered a taxi and took my drunken self to my boyfriend’s house, miles into the countryside. He was half asleep but happy to see me, so I undressed and curled up next to him. As we curled up in his bed, I pawed at him, rubbing up against him, showing how worked up I was. He happily let me position myself on top of him and lead him to a much needed orgasm as my swollen cunt massaged his shaft, squeezing tight and then releasing. He came deep inside me, grunting against my breasts, holding onto my nipples. He orgasmed lubricating my already wet pussy walls, as I continued to squeeze them for his pleasure.
I rolled off him, feeling very satisfied at the events of the night and morning and dozed off, feeling his come dribble out of my pussy and down my thighs…

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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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Crime and Punishment Of a Naughty Girl

I walk through the door, late home from school the third time this week. I attempt to breeze by you and hide out in my room as has been my habit lately. You step in front of me, blocking my path. I begin too look up at you with a scowl marring my pretty little face, but your stern look quickly changes my expression from surly to wide- eyed innocence.
Wordlessly you snatch my book bag from my hands, turning it upside down and spilling it’s contents on the floor between us. Scattered among my books and various assignments are several notes that have been sent home over the past few weeks.You order me to gather every note and give them to you immediately.
Frightened by the barely controlled rage in your voice, I quickly drop to my knees and scoop them up. As I turn over the damning evidence, you notice that I’ve tried to conceal one from you. You roughly grab my arm and rip the most recent and most shocking report from my trembling hand.
Your face is as hard as granite as you quickly scan the slips of paper that are to be my undoing. My many misdeeds from the past few weeks are revealed to you ; my skipping classes, missing assignments, breaking dress code, and sneaking off campus to smoke. Tears well in my eyes as you as you read the crumpled missive sent home today. Your eyes narrow and in a deadly voice you tell me to go to my room and bend over my bed to await my punishment.
I scamper to my room and kneel on the floor, burying my face in the bed covers, my heart fluttering in my chest like a trapped bird. Bent over the bed my short skirt rides up, revealing the naughty panties I daringly put on this morning before school. While I wait to hear your footsteps coming down the hall, I silently curse my new “best friend” for getting me into this mess. It was her plan that we tease the boys in between classes by putting on skimpy undies and flashing our asses at them. She even provided the tiny thong that I wore now.
Who knew that the principal would round the corner the moment we lifted our skirts? The old bat dragged us to her office and raised both of our skirts once again, tut- tutting as her eyes roamed our nearly naked nether regions. I know that it must have been her who called you, alerting you to my hidden notes and naughty behavior.
Lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear you as you come up behind me. I’m startled when you flip up my skirt exposing my nakedness. I’m mortified to have my bottom bared in front of my Daddy, only a thin strip of pink cotton covering my privates. I squeal when I feel the sharp sting of your hand across my ass. Methodically you alternate between my left and right cheeks and soon my bottom is flaming red and hot. My face burns as scarlet as my ass when I feel the wet spot that has grown between my legs. You’ve noticed as well, and your hand presses against the soaked area, before you rip the panties from me and order me to spread my legs wider.
Your big hand spreads me open and I’m shocked when I feel your tongue against my wet little cunny. Your fingers finds my hard little bud as your tongue slithers into my now dripping pussy. Confused by the feelings building between my legs I moan and grind my throbbing little clit against your finger as you caress me. Your mouth moves up towards my puckered little hole and I jump when I feel your tongue there. I’m overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through me and despite my shame, I shake as an orgasm rocks through me.
You stand then and I hear your zipper being opened. Something big is suddenly rubbing up and own my slippery slit and I realize that you are are going to fuck me! I struggle to get up , pleading with you, promising to be a good girl again. My cries fall on deaf ears and your hand is pressing against my lower back as you ram all the way into my tight little pussy. I feel as though I’ve been torn in two, as you violate my throbbing pussy with your invading cock. Soon the burning pain is replaced with a different kind of ache. Slowly at first, but then with more fervor, I back up in to meet your onslaught. Your hands gripping my hips you pummel my pussy harder, grunting as you feel the hot wet walls of your little girl’s cunny sucking at your pulsating pole.
My cries turn into moans and my hand drops down to tickle my button as the need for release grows in me. I race headlong towards a huge orgasm , now begging you to fuck me harder! As you pound into me my whole body jerks and I bathe your dick with my cream. You pull out of me then, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me on my knees in front of you. You command me to open my mouth clean up the mess I’ve made. When I comply you roughly shove your soaked cock into my mouth gagging me. You pump in and out of my mouth, feeding more and more of your Daddy meat to me with each thrust. I hear you groan loudly, before you pull your dick from my mouth and shoot your hot sticky cum all over my face.
You pull up your pants then and tell me to strip and clean myself up. You’re not finished with me yet and you order me to be in the dining room in 30 minutes, nude and ready for the next part of my punishment…

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the creators chapter 3 (rewritten)

Authors note: this is the rewrite to chapter 3 sorry about chapter 2 double post. As always this story contains themes some people not like such as young, incest, mind control and possibly bestiality down the road. Thank you for reading my series thus far nothing much has changed in this chapter just a few word changes and some extra dialogue. thank you and enjoy and previously stated in the original chapter 3 there will be no sex in this or the next chapter so I can develop my characters and story more.
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CHAPTER 3 rewrite
I woke up the next morning to a soft sort of mewing sound behind me. Groggy but curious I turn my head to see my sister sleeping next to me in bed; I guess she must have sneaked in with me last night while I was sleeping. Not wanting to wake her beautiful sleeping form I slowly slipped out of bed trying as best as I could to not make a lot of noise.
I stripped off my clothes as I got to the bathroom desperately needing a shower after all that happened yesterday I was sweaty sticky and just tense as hell. I started up the shower waiting a few moments for the water to heat up. when it was finally ready I stepped in and felt the warm water run along my body slowly waking me up from my stiff zombie like state. As I stood there I thought about the past two days and all the events that had happened. The car, me and sis ending up together, the floating bottles the man who claims to be my father and claims I have powers of my own, the doctors and the doctor with the missing eye who I refer to as the white Russian and my escape from the hospital.
All the stress had hit me like a brick I fell to the floor of the shower from the stress the past two days I didn’t have time to think about what was going on it just happened but here I had all the time in the world to think. I began to worry as thoughts flew through my brain a mile a minute “ The doctors have my address they have to there’s no way I could have been admitted to the hospital last night without my mother filling it out. They’ll come for me and my family to get me wont they and they’ll also…” my mind kept shooting out worry after worry.
After I pulled myself off the floor and got out of the shower. I dried myself off and draped the towel around my waist as I walked over to my room to get dressed. When I entered my room my sister was no longer there asleep on my bed. “ huh she must have gotten up and went back to her room” I said to myself. Just then I noticed a little note on my pillow kinda like they leave in hotels. I thought maybe it was something cute my sister set but as I read it I realized it was the exact opposite of my cute angel of a sister and more like the devil of the man from yesterday. The man I wont ever recognize as my father.
The letter stated:
“Hey kid thought I surprise you with this letter but I’m guessing your just getting angry ahahaha” not kidding he really wrote “ahahaha” “ I noticed your little brain over there working overtime with worry so to burn out your fears I went a head and deleted all known information on you throughout the entire hospitals networks I even went as far as to erase a few doctors memories but I might have gone a bit far with that one now those poor poor doctors don’t even remember they have a family to go home to hahaha” seriously he wrote the laughing. “just remember don’t be getting to emotional there you might just blow up literally! I must go now bye~~~”
“asshole” I muttered under my breath when suddenly more words started to fade onto the paper.
“P.S. I sent you a little gift it should be there shortly” and that was all it said I wondered about the “gift” he sent I had a feeling it will be dangerous, but I did finally calm down my worries slipped off of me as I read the note; the feeling of knowing my family was safe was a huge weight off my shoulders.
I walked out to the bedroom hallway which immediately connected to the kitchen as I stepped into the kitchen I saw my mother leaning over the sink doing the dishes with an odd sort of beautiful finesse. the light from the kitchen window illuminating her beautiful face. Strands of hair draping down the side of her face just for her to reach back and tuck it behind her ear. I just don’t know what it is about women that makes there every action so perfect and beautiful totally lost in her image for the moment forgetting about where I was momentarily.
As I came out of my trance from my mother I gave a weak “m-mom” she heard me luckily and turned my way.
“oh sorry honey I didn’t see you there give me just one minute” she said while turning off the sink and drying her hands.
She hopped over to me and gave me a hug like usual, and as usual her face pressing right into my crotch but the look on her face seem to say she didn’t even notice. She had a big grin on her face as she asked me “do you need something sweety?”
“yeah actually mom I want to know what happened with my father.” I said with a stern strait face as I looked her in the eyes.
She visibly took a step back by this question “Y-your father!? Sweety why would you wanna know about that?”
“i just think its time for me to hear about what happened it’s alright if you don’t wanna tell me though”
she was quiet for a few minutes then suddenly sighed “i guess I would have to tell you one of these days why not today then I guess”
“are you sure I know it must be hard to talk about it”.
“no its fine I knew this would happen someday I just wasn’t expecting today”
I nod my head letting her know I understand and she takes her time trying to figure out the words she wants to say.
“I’m sure you know about the base details of it like the fact that when I was 8 years old I met a man and some say he raped me I still don’t to this day but we did have sex and I was impregnated by this man and gave birth to you and your sister. I’m sure you know all this already correct?”
“yes I do” I simply stated
“well there’s a bit more to the story than just the base facts to this story. On the day that I met your father it was a bright and sunny day in spring the birds chirping the bugs humming along and I was none the wiser about the world. I was walking home from school that day when suddenly it felt like something was calling to me. My body on its own began to move to god knows
where.
When I finally stopped moving I don’t remember the name of the place but it was this old motel the place looked like it hadn’t been clean in years the floors were this disgusting mix of yellow tiles and mold in fact I think every wall of the place had mold on it.
As I stood there unable to move I felt a hand on my shoulder I tried to look but my head was stuck in place all I could see was what I later figured out to be a trench coat my body suddenly started moving along with him as we walked up to the counter.
“i would like to order a room for one night for me and my daughter” the man said to the clerk.
I stood there unable to speak only nod as the clerk looked over the counter to see me. As we entered the room I felt even more fear flow through my body at the thought that I didn’t know what the man wanted to do. I started shaking in fear then he knelt down and that’s when I saw your fathers face. The best way to describe your father would be that he looked young but had a thick face but was pretty skinny his hair and beard were both bright orange and he looked very dirty almost like he had been in a fight or was rolling around in mud for days strait he wore a long trench coat that looked worn and old like as if had it for a while. He had tears running down his face and he was apologizing profusely saying things like “I’m sorry this has to be done please forgive me” over and over again while moving me over to the hotel bed. I knew at this point your father wasn’t a bad person. He then proceeded to have intercourse with me.
When he finished he left the room still apologizing just as much even more actually and then he was gone. Jump to nine months later and there you guys are being born, the happiest day of my life.
Once everybody had left the room that’s when I saw your father a second time.
“wait dad was in the hospital with you!?” I said shocked at this
“yup he came right over and sat down next to me he was quiet for the longest time as he tried to think of the words to say then guess what”
“what?” I asked curiously
“out of nowhere you started crying in my arms you actually got your father to smile and made us both laugh”
“hes got a good voice I can tell he’ll be a fine man someday” your father said very proudly
“look I wanted to apologize for putting this heavy burden on you I know right now you wont understand but in the future there will be things to happen some behind the shadows but many out open to the world for all to see and our son will be there to guide it all this great change to the world I can feel it” he smiled while wiping a tear from his eyes “just one more thing” I looked at him curiously “what?”
“may I please have a picture with my kids”
“and that’s how my story ends please excuse me for a bit I’m just getting emotional nothing to worry about.”
I let mom walk away I knew she would be fine shes strong. I had a lot to think about now the man she described in the story sounds nothing like the man I met they sound like polar opposites to be honest. I decided worrying wouldn’t help right now and that I should just relax. I sat down on my couch and started watching an episode of an anime called sword art online on my T.V. When about halfway through the episode I hear a knock at the door.
I slowly opened the door revealing a fiery beauty at my door and man she was hot. Think my tongue fell out of my jaw. She was this short redheaded girl bright red almost like a fire. her face was round and she wore heavy eye liner just the right amount to make her look incredible. then her body My god her body her ass was amazing I could already tell just by looking at her front, and her tits they were amazing I gotta say E’s at least she was wearing these tight jeans and an equally tight black tank top that complimented her huge breasts nicely its like she left home this morning and made sure that every man she walked by had an instant hard-on.
By the time I realized I was staring to much I readjusted my self and held out my hand “hi I’m Ale…” she walked right past me ignoring me completely as she sat down on my couch. I was surprised to say the least I mean she just walked into my house and sat down on my couch like it was nothing.
“Awesome! I love SAO” she said as if she didn’t just barge in here but honestly I wasn’t complaining.
Its not every day you got a hot girl on you couch watching anime. I move behind her just as the episode ends and clear my throat loudly. She turns around and stares at me intensely “yeah what do ya want” she says with a temper.
“What do you mean what do I want you enter my house, watch my anime so I’d really like to know why your here” I said starting to get angry myself.
“your old man sent me” she said making me have even more questions.
“what do you mean he sent you?”
“didn’t you get the note he said he would tell you I was coming”
all the note said was a gift was coming… wait a second does he mean her! Shes the gift!
“why would he send you for what reason?”
“fer god sakes you’re loud shut up for a sec god damn he sent me cause I’m supposed to train you” she said while scratching the back of her head in an annoyed manner.
“train me? Train me in what?”
“magic dumb ass what else would there be? cause he obviously didn’t train you in fashion sense” she said while looking over my closes which was just an outfit I threw together at the last moment. I felt myself getting more angry at her here she comes barging in sits on my couch and then starts critiquing me on my fashion.
“magic? What magic?” I said while remembering the time in the hospital with that man when he stopped all my movements completely.
“ugh do you ever shut up you’re given me a headache goddamn it I know what kid of training you need !” she flick up her hand and out of nowhere a pencil flew up into the air and then suddenly flew at my head .I quickly dodged it before it hit me, and when I looked back half the pencil was imbedded deep in the wall.
“H-HOLY SHIT!! Jesus lady you trying to kill me. for fucks sake how the fuck did you do that” I screamed
“like I said with MAGIC retard you know for someone who’s race is the strongest there is you sure don’t know shit”

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