This is the follow-up story (sequel) to my “Tale of Two ‘Tribbies'” story already posted at this site. I find it hard to put this story into a specific category. Tell you what. Why don’t you read it, and you’ll see what I mean. By the way, just for the record, everyone in this story is 18 or older.
ok i posted this on account but that account got mess up some how so here is the tweak version i know there going to be some misspelled word and bad grammar. but if u can get past that then i hope u like it
Young boy finds an book with spells in it, he puts to a new use.
What follows is a brief description of some of the sexual experiences of a young girl in 1840s America called Nancy.
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A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England
She’ll do ANYTHING to get a reality TV gig
After I got caught watching Brandon and Betsy have sex, this is what happened between Brandon and I
Alex Carter, a personal fitness trainer, prowls the pleasant, leafy suburbs for his next victim.
A chance to redo ten moments of your life. What would you choose?
A virgins foray into a neglected wife
Chapter One
My sister should have known better. Our mother was fanatically against drugs of any kind. She would rail about kids using drugs, and preached to us all the time about how we dare not ever smoke or drink or take any kind of drugs unless there was a prescription.
My name is Jack, and I’m a high school junior. I play football and baseball, but I’m not the quarterback or the starting pitcher. I’m a decent player in both, just not a superstar, which is fine with me. I’m good-looking enough to get my fair share of dates and girlfriends, but currently I’m not hooked up with anyone.
My sister’s name is Carrie, and she’s a freshman. Her body developed early so she has a nice-sized rack, pretty face, and an ass to die for, especially when she wears tight jeans. She’s got some cute friends too. In fact, I dated one for a while, Meagan, and I think she told Carrie about us having sex.
Anyway, Carrie sometimes hangs out with a bad-ass whose name, ironically enough, is Angel, a sophomore. She is far from that, and is well-known as a druggie. I think Carrie sees her as a project or something, someone that she can fix. Well, two days ago our parents were out at a religious retreat and Angel came over to hang out with Carrie. They wanted to watch Twilight movies so I just went to my room to get on my computer and chat with some friends. A couple of hours later I went to the kitchen to get a Pepsi and I heard some giggles coming the playroom, which was downstairs. I walked down the steps quietly and peered around the corner, and almost dropped my drink.
Both girls were on the sofa. I could see where they had snorted some coke, which totally shocked me. But even more shocking was that they were making out. Well, it looked like Angel was the aggressor, as she was kissing Carrie and had a hand up under her shirt, rubbing one of Carrie’s breasts. This got me hard in no time! Angel moved her mouth to Carrie’s ear and said something to her, and Carrie shook her head. Angel said “Do it!” loud enough for me to hear. Then she went back to kissing Carrie on the mouth.
Carrie did what she was told, which was to reach over and rub Angel’s breast. This was unreal. I had no idea that Angel was into other girls, and, no idea that Carrie was either. I quickly pulled out my iPhone and, after silencing the sound it made, pulled up the camera and began video taping the action.
A minute later Angel’s hand left Carrie’s breast and moved down her body and slipped into the shorts she was wearing. I could see Carrie start to protest but Angel simply moved more on top of her and kept Carrie pinned down, never stopping kissing her either. Carrie soon relaxed some and a minute or so later, she spread she legs apart somewhat, giving Angel’s hand more room to manuever.
Angel was obviously not new to girl on girl because Carrie’s hips soon started moving around; Angel had found Carrie’s clit and was rubbing it! Using her other hand, Angel reach around and undid her bra and then deftly moved it up from covering her own tits, and hiked her shirt up too. She then broke off the kiss with Carrie and quickly moved Carrie’s face to her breasts, bringing Carrie’s mouth to one of her nipples. Like a newborn, Carrie began sucking on it, as Angel’s finger action in Carrie’s pants urged the younger girl on.
I wanted nothing more than to jerk off because my cock was throbbing and my balls were in need of release, but, I knew I couldn’t stop filming this hot action. It was incredible watching my younger sister sucking on Angel’s tits while the older girl was bringing her off with her finger.
It was then that all of us at the same time heard the garage door opening; the parents had returned early! The girls immediately jumped up and started scrambling around for clothing and trying to hide all the drug use evidence. I myself backed up the stairs quickly, turning off my phone, and heading back into the kitchen. A minute later the girls flew up the stairs and headed off to Carrie’s room, followed shortly by my parents coming in, Mom complaining about this and that and Dad grunting his approval of her complaint.
I went down to the playroom and saw that they had done a good job of getting rid of all of the evidence…except for one glassine packet that had mostly slipped under the sofa. I retrieved it and saw that it was a small back of blow. I pocketed it, and walked back upstairs. Angel was just leaving.
I held up the packet. Both Angel and Carrie just stared for a moment. Then Angel moved towards me, putting her hand out.
“That’s mine,” she said quietly, eyes darting towards the hallway where my parent’s voices could still be heard, “give it to me.”
I pulled my hand back and put it in my pocket, shaking my head.
Just then my parents came out of their room and started moving towards the kitchen, judging by the increasing volume of their voices. Angel darted out the door.
“So what are you two up to?” asked our Mom.
“Well, I’m drinking a Pepsi, and I was gonna’ get one for Carrie, but then I remembered that she prefers Coke,” I said, smirking.
Carrie turned white as a ghost and then ran off to her room.Chapter Two
“John William Caruso, you know I don’t like it when you tease your sister and make her upset. You know that we don’t buy Coke products because of the violence associated with their labor issues in Third World Countries,” said Mom. I could see that she was just getting revved up for an hour long lecture on the Evil Coca-Cola Empire, so I quickly cut her short.
“You’re right, Mom. I’m gonna’ go apologize to Carrie right now,” and I moved out of the room quickly before she could recover.
I knocked on Carrie’s door.
“Come in.”
Walking in, I found her pacing around her room, which was larger by far than mine, another petty jealousy I had. When she saw it was me, she stopped and squinted her eyes at me.
“You asshole! I should go tell Mom that you have some cocaine in your pocket!”
“Really?” I said to her. Then I pulled my iPhone out and opened up the video and held it up for her to see. Her mouth dropped and tears came to her eyes immediately.
“Ohmygod…” She could not only see that I had taped her and Angel’s session, but that I had zoomed in on the drugs too.
“You know if I go show this to Mom and Dad that you’ll be kicked out of the house forever and possibly be put in juvenile detention until you are 18, right?”
Tears were flowing down her face now.
“P-p-pleaseeeee…” she blubbered.
I clicked off the video and put the phone into my pocket.
“Tonight, after Mom and Dad go to sleep, come into my room and we’ll talk about all of this.” Then I left.
The rest of the night went by quickly as I viewed some porn on my computer, did a little safekeeping with regards to the video, then took a shower and went off to sleep. I knew I’d awaken when Carrie visited me later.
Shortly after midnight I heard Carrie enter my room. I kept my eyes mostly closed. She whispered my name, quietly. I didn’t respond. Well, my cock started to harden, so I guess that was a response. But I waited to see what she would do.
She moved over to my desk and found my iPhone. She did some stuff with it, probably erasing the video. Then she looked around a bit and found the coke. She pulled out her own phone and then took a picture of it. Aha! She was going to try the old switcheroo.
I sat up in bed.
“What? What was that?” I acted startled and switched on a small light near my bed.
“That, asshole, was me taking a picture of YOUR cocaine in YOUR desk. I also erased the video you took of me, you pervert. NOW who has the upper hand?” She was all smug.
“What do you want?”
“Good question. Let’s see. Well, since you get to work and make money and I don’t, I want half of your pay each week for the next year. And, when Mom and Dad aren’t around, you’ll be doing my chores. And, when it is your day of the month to pick a meal, you’ll pick my favorite meal, not yours. That should cover it.”
“So,” I said carefully, sitting on my bed, looking directly at her, and enunciating my words clearly, “even though it is your cocaine, and even though I caught you being a lesbo with the druggie Angel, you’re going to try and blackmail me? Do I have that 100% correct?”
“Yes, dickhead, exactly right.”
I smirked and walked over to my dresser where I had a pile of clothes laying on top of it. As I pushed the clothes away, the lens from my Canon video camera was revealed, along with the red light which signaled that it was in Record mode. I flicked a switch and shut it off.
“Thanks, Carrie. You just gave me all the evidence I need, and you proved to me what a bitch you really can be. Oh, and by the way, I uploaded your little tryst with Angel to my Google cloud account. I have an app set so that in 12 hours, the video is going to be emailed anonymously to a dozen of your friends, and, posted on Facebook and YouTube. Won’t that be a blast?”Chapter Three
She was stunned. Totally fucking stunned. She couldn’t even speak. But, I could see that she knew that she was defeated.
She hung her head.
“What do you want?”
“Sit,” I said, and pointed to my desk chair. She obediently sat. I removed the miniDV tape from the recorder and then opened a little desktop safe I had and put the tape inside, then shut the door and locked it. Then I sat back down on my bed.
“What I want is quite simple. You.”
“Me? What do you mean, ‘me’?”
“I currently don’t have a girlfriend, so, you are going to become my fuck toy. You’re going to be my sex slave from now until when I get tired of you. And, if you don’t make me happy, don’t satisfy me, I’m going to ruin your life. You have 11 hours and 50 minutes to decide. After that, it’s outta’ my hands.”
I laid down in bed and pulled the covers up, effectively dismissing her.
“You can’t be serious. I’m your sister.”
“I’m totally serious.”
“I won’t do it.”
“Fine. Get out. Enjoy the detention facility.”
Even in the darkness I could see her eyes welling up with tears. She sat there for a good ten minutes in silence.
“Ok.”
“Okay, what?” I replied.
“Okay I’ll do what you want.”
“You’ll do anything I want.”
“Yes.”
“Strip.”
“What? Here? Now?”
“You know that Mom takes a sleeping pill so she’s out for the night and Dad never gets up at night. It’s totally safe.”
She sat there looking at me for half-a-minute, then stood up. She was wearing a long nightgown. I had no idea what she wore under it.
When she pulled the nightgown up and over her head, I immediately noted that she slept with nothing on underneath!
Her tits were magnificant. I’m no expert on measurements for sure, but, I’m pretty sure her bras were 32C. She had relatively small nipples, but, they were starting to harden. I also noted that she had a small patch of pussy hair, and it looked like it was the same strawberry-blonde color as her hair.
“Wow…you’re hot, sis!”
She sat back down with her legs crossed and put her arms across her chest.
“We can’t…um…you know…have sex…I don’t wanna’ get pregnant.”
I’m sure glad I keep my ears open around here and also snoop around when no one is home. I knew that she had started having her period two years ago, and that they were pretty fierce, so despite our Mom’s major protests, a doctor had recommended that she go on birth control to regulate and lessen the effects.
“I know about the birth control, sis.”
She was surprised at this, and I could see her deflate again.
“Come here.”
She got up and came over to the side of the bed.
“Turn around. Good, now spread your feet about shoulder’s width apart. Wider. That’s good. Now reach down and touch your toes.”
When she did this, her tight ass cheeks parted a bit, and I was treated to the sight of her virginal asshole, and her virginal pussy.
“Don’t move, no matter what.”
I took my middle finger and moved it between her legs to her pussy and rubbed at it a bit. A couple of seconds later her tight lips parted enough for my fingertip to slip inside. She gasped a bit. I moved my finger around inside, feeling her wetness, most likely from the earlier session with Angel. When my finger was sufficiently wet I removed it and then repeated my command:
“Don’t move, no matter what.”
With that, I moved my finger to her asshole and rubbed some of the wetness around. She started to move but then must have thought better of it.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“This,” I said, and then pressed my finger forward, the wetness and the surprise of entry enough to catch her body off-guard. My finger penetrated her little starfish an inch before her muscles clamped down.
“Hey! Don’t do that…”
“Hush. No more talking.” I wormed my finger a bit deeper, and then pulled back just a fraction, getting her thinking I was removing it. I was really just waiting for her to relax, because when I felt her muscles loosen to let my finger retreat, I did the opposite, and pushed in hard, sinking it all the way I a quick stab.
“Unnnngggghhhhh…” she groaned, not wanted to speak and disobey, but at the same time making an involuntary sound.
I wiggled my finger around inside her ass, then back-and-forthed a bit. I was just testing her resolve, and, the elasticity of her back door. I removed my finger.
“Turn toward me.”
She turned and stood upright over me.
“Take my pajama bottoms off.”
She hesitated for just a brief moment, then took them in her hands and peeled them down my legs, and then off of me.
Moving back up next to me, she could not avoid looking directly at my cock, which was at full mast.
Remember me describing myself as an average athlete? I did excel, however, in the cock department. I had measured myself one day this past summer and I was just a wee bit over 8 inches in length. My girlfriends were always surprised. So was Carrie.
“Oh my god, that’s big!”
“Take your hand and wrap it around it.”
Carrie complied.
“Now stroke it. Have you ever jerked off a guy before?”
“Once. Jim McElroy. He was much smaller than you. It took about twenty seconds and then it was over. It made a mess.”
“Well, we won’t make a mess. Stroke a little harder and longer.”
What she didn’t have in experience she actually made up for with enthusiasm. I will say that I was surprised that she had warmed to her task. With my hand closest to her, I reached up and caressed her ass, and then began fingering her pussy from behind. Carrie spread her legs a bit to give me better access.
As she stroked my cock, I didn’t figure that I would last too long. She might not either, judging by the wiggling she was doing. And her eyes seemed to glaze over a bit.
“Carrie, I’m going to shoot in a couple of minutes. I want you to keep stroking my cock, but, when I tell you, I want you to move your mouth down and take the head of my cock inside of it. I’m going to cum inside your mouth.”
Again she was quiet for a few seconds, as if contemplating this one last act and whether she could get out of it.
I worked harder at bringing her off, and as I felt myself getting really close, Carrie moaned and then bit her lip, trying to keep quiet as an orgasm rolled over her. That was enough to send me over the edge.
“Now Carrie!”
She moved her mouth to cover the head of my cock just as I exploded inside with a burst of hot cum. To her credit she stayed on my cock, me thrusting it inside her mouth to get the most sensation, though her eyes did get pretty big as she felt my load pulse into her. When I finished shooting off, I withdrew my cock.
“Carrie, show me the cum in your mouth.”
She did, opening her mouth but not enough to spill it.
“Now swallow the entire laod, sis.”
She hesitated, then gulped, and my load was on its way to her belly.
“That was good. Now go off to bed, and when you masturbate, think of how much fun you’re going to have with my hard cock pounding deep into your pussy.”
Carrie looked at me for a few seconds, then turned and left. I shut off the light near my bed.
‘Let them good times a roll’ I thought to myself.Chapter Four
Saturday morning was reserved for chores. I had to clean my room, do my laundry, and mow the lawn. After grabbing some breakfast, I went outside and got to mowing. Mom was driving to the next town over to go help out with her sister, who had an operation earlier in the week and was coming home today. She’d be staying there until Tuesday. It was Dad’s weekend in the National Guard, so he left early and would be gone until late Sunday night. After what seemed like endless lectures on not setting the house on fire and being responsible and taking care of Carrie, Mom finally left.
It was getting warm already, the hot sun beating down on me. The yard was a little over an acre, plus there was trim to take care of. Partway through I pulled off my shirt and that felt much better.
Inside the house, Angel was looking down from the window in Carrie’s bedroom. She had come to the house earlier.
“Your brother is pretty hot looking,” she said to Carrie.
Ignoring the comment, Carrie continued her pleading.
“Please Angel…I need some more blow…pretty please?”
Angel turned back toward Carrie and felt a little pity for her younger friend. She knew that Carrie was caught up in the rush of the coke and hadn’t yet figured out how to control the urge. The rush that Angel felt was one of power.
“Sure baby, but you’re going to have to earn it.”
“Earn it…how?”
Angel smiled and with a flick of a few fingers, she slipped her stretch shorts off her hips and they hit the carpet. Carrie immediately notice that there was no carpet between Angel’s legs; her pussy was shaved bare, no panties obstructing her view.
“Oh…no…not that, Angel, I’m really not into…”
“Carrie, you’ll do as I say, or I’m walking out that door and you’ll never get another speck of blow from me again.”
Carrie felt the panic starting to rise in her. She needed some now. The thought of going without today made her decision easier.
“Okay,” she said, quietly.
Angel just smiled and then turned around, looking out the window again, and presenting Carrie with a view of her nicely rounded ass.
“Come here,” said Angel, looking down at Jack who was now using a weed whacker, “and get on your knees behind me.”
Carrie complied and waited for her next order.
“Lick me.”
Carrie blushed as she looked at Angel’s ass and saw the pouty pussy lips. Resigning herself to the task, she figured the sooner she did this, the sooner she could get high.
She gently took hold of Angel’s hips and move her face close, extending her tongue outwards and tentatively touching the smooth vag in front of her.
Angel closed her eyes momentarily as she felt the younger girl’s tongue trace along the separation line between her pussy lips. As the girl’s tongue moved around, she felt herself starting to lubricate and leak some juice, which was licked up by Carrie.
Angel was looking once again down at Jack, wondering how his tongue would feel between her legs, wondering about his cock too. Angel was a switch-hitter and found cock equally as interesting as pussy.
“Lick my ass now,” she told Carrie.
Carrie pulled her face back and timidly licked one ass cheek and then the other.
“Noooooooo…lick my asshole,” said Angel more emphatically, reaching back with both hands to pull her ass cheeks apart. “Get in there with your tongue, Carrie, and hurry up!”
Carrie stared at the exposed asshole. It looked perfectly clean from Angel’s showering this morning, but, still, she felt a bit queasy about doing this. But the hunger for coke was too strong to resist.
Moving her face forward, she pushed her tongue against Angel’s starfish-like opening, wiggling it around and then pushing hard to get the tongue tip a fraction of an inch inside, hoping it would satisfy the girl before her.
“Yessssssssssssss…” moaned Angel, loving the feeling of dominating and subjugating her younger friend. She let go of her ass cheeks and reached with one hand to her clit and began massaging it while squeezing a breast with the other.
Carrie continued her oral assault on Angel’s ass, stabbing away and then licking all around, getting it very wet with her saliva.
Then Angel pulled away, much to Carrie’s surprise, and for a second Carrie thought she was done and would get her reward. But Angel wasn’t finished. She turned and then pushed Carrie down onto the carpet and moved up to straddle her head. She positioned her asshole at Carrie’s mouth and commanded: “Lick it!”
Carrie now had to suffer the embarrassment of licking her older friend’s asshole while looking up into her eyes as the older girl rubbed her pussy right in front of Carrie’s face.
Angel felt her orgasm getting closer so she ground down a bit on Carrie’s mouth, the younger girl’s tongue washing back and forth as best she could between the dominant girl’s ass cheeks.
Angel felt her body go crazy with spasms and she began to squirt all over Carrie’s face. The only time she had ever squirted before was when another girl was licking her ass, and it drove her nuts that she was doing it again. Carrie panicked a bit, thinking at first that Angel was peeing on her. Then she realized that Angel was squirting and she calmed down a bit.
Angel rolled off of Carrie and the younger girl up and walked out of her room and quickly made for the bathroom so that she could wash her face.
As she entered the bathroom, she saw her brother just finishing up peeing. He looked at Carrie’s face and saw that it was covered with…pussy juice?There’s more to the story, lots more, if you want more. Let me know…
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Chrissy screws the dog and Me only to be caught by Mom. Mom shows us how it’s done properly
I can’t be bothered to clean the place myself . . .
Epic saga of Family incest
An easier to read format of the original story.
Reposted so that it has proper line breaks
I would like to tell you my story which happened between me and my muslim friend called mariam.
What happened after a Monday night Brown’s Game
Janet starts to take a bigger interest in her new job
This is the story of Mary, she is sixteen, during her summer school holidays she works at the hotel her parents own. This story needs to be read in order for continuity, this is what she gets up in that holiday……
The continuation of Part 7
This is the first story in my first series which will continue as long as it is enjoyed. Constructive criticism is welcomed.
A hotel room is the choice of a secrect meeting between lovers
Just a nice little story about a pleasant surprise.
“I’m in ass-fucker’s heaven!” John roared. His trembling hands gripped Marsha’s
asscheeks and his hips swung back and forth, driving his fat, rigid cock up her
asshole again and again.
“I swear,” he huffed, “fucking your ass, girl, is almost as good as screwing any
other woman’s pussy. Hot damn, you’ve got a tight one!”
“Fuck my pussy, Uncle John!” Marsha ordered. Her body bordering on violent
eruption craved a hard cock in her cunt.
“Fuck it good!” she demanded.
As John pulled his cock from Marsha’s ass, Mike grabbed his shoulder and pushed
him away. “My turn!” he snapped.
Marsha thrust her ass higher exposing her glistening blonde cunt. With a groan,
her father pushed the bulbous head of his cock between her pussylips, and with
an easy stab, buried his entire cock in his daughter pulsating cunt.
“Ahhhhh!” he moaned in satisfaction. “Hot, tight pussy!” He fucked rapidly,
grunting with each plunge of his long cock, his belly smacking up against
Marsha’s ass.
Marsha squealed, driving her tongue deeper into her mother’s creamy cunt,
wiggling her ass lewdly as her father screwed her pussy.
His body shaking with lust, and frustration, John squeezed his cock, hard,
working the skin back and forth. It throbbed painfully. Frantically, he looked
around and spied his sister’s, dreamy-eyed face. Her mouth was open and she was
breathing rapidly. Lunging forward, he grabbed her head and speared his thick
prick into her gaping mouth, forcing her lips wide, driving his ass-flavored
cock to the very edge of her throat. Carol gagged and wrinkled her nose at the
noxious odor. She tried to pull back, but John had her head pinned and was
pumping his prick lustily into her mouth. Catching her breath, she ran her
tongue around the meaty shaft, savoring its different taste, the aroma no longer
as bad. My cunt, she thought. Marsha’s ass! Mike’s cock in her cunt! John’s
prick in her cunt! She could see them joined together; attached by their
smoldering loins; mouth and cock, pussy and prick, mouth and cunt; almost the
entire family! All that was missing was Peter’s cock up her ass!
The sudden erotic flash send a stream of hot pussycream to her cunt, that rolled
over Marsha’s lapping tongue and down her waiting throat. Carol caressed her
brother’s ponderous balls, rolling them in their sac; then, her cravings
aroused, she began to suck his thick cock in deep earnest.
“I guess that leaves only us, lover,” Mary said. She stood in front of Peter,
legs wide and hands on hips; the black splash of cunt-hair spread out in a thick
triangle between her legs, directly in front of his eyes. Peter gazed at her
voluptuous body; the high jutting tits and smooth, rounded thighs. His
semi-erect cock twitched as it remembered the hot passion of her tight pussy.
Hungrily, he licked his dry lips and put the video camera down.
Her lips were warm and her mouth tasted surprisingly salty. His hands enclosed
her tits and the nipples hardened as the heat of his palms warmed her sensitive
skin. Mary held his shoulders and straddled him; one leg on the floor, the
other, high up, on the bolster of the sofa. His now rock hard cock stood poised
directly beneath her gaping hole. He could see the fat, puffy lips peeking
deliciously through the jungle of cunt-hair. Slowly, she lowered her body onto
his twitching prong, shifting her hips as she slid down the hot length of his
meaty shaft, seating his cock firmly in her cunt.
“Oooooooo,” she mewed seductively. “Eight inches of beautiful cock! Oh, how I
love it!”
“Nine inches!” he said wickedly. “And it’s all for you sweet Aunt of mine. All
for you!”
“Oh, yes, Peter! Yes! Give it all to me! I want it! Fuck me, Peter, fuck me!”
She hissed at him, as her knees flexed and her stuffed cunt traveled the entire
length of his rampant cock. She threw her head back and, rapidly, began to
piston her hips up and down, plunging his throbbing prick into her incredibly
wet, lusting pussy; her body suddenly shimmying, as sharp jolts of electricity
pulsed through her.
Mary squirmed as the blinding surge of pleasure washed over her enflamed body,
stoking the hot fires of her loins again. Pussyjuice gushed out of her, running
like hot sap down her thighs. Peter’s hard cock was thrilling her, driving her
demanding body to greater and greater exertion. She felt the tightness in her
thighs, the beginning of leg cramps, but she ignored it and with machine-like
precision, forced them to drive her wanton hips up and down his massive fucking
tool.
Carol was on the verge of losing control. She felt an icy tingle on her hot skin
and the start of a shivering spasm, the forewarning of a violent orgasm. John’s
cock stuffed her mouth and stretched her lips wide. She could feel the pain all
the way up her jaw line. Marsha’s tongue and corkscrewing fingers refused to
give her a respite. Relentless, and without mercy, they drove her body to the
very edge of an uncharted, bottomless abyss. Dimly, through barely focused eyes,
she was aware of Mary’s naked ass straddling her son, her hips pounding on
Peter’s huge cock, but she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not. But she could
feel Marsha’s face mash against her cunt as Mike drove his cock in and out of
the squirming hole. They were going to cum! All of them!
Marsha’s free hand dug into the soft flesh of her tender thighs; Carol opened
her mouth to scream and a tidal wave of cum flooded her throat.
“Awwwww, yeahhhh!” John bellowed. “Suck! Suck my cock!”
“Cummmmmmm’ … ” Marsha wailed.
Carol closed her eyes, swallowed a mouthful of frothy cum, and exploded between
her legs as Marsha’s tongue and thrusting fingers broke the dam. Like as vise,
her legs clamped shut, imprisoning Marsha’s wiggling face; the tremors of her
daughter’s erupting body surging through her legs, to her own squirming, gushing
cunt.
“I’m cumming!” Mike grunted. “Jesus Christ! Ahhhhh!”
Shaking out of control, his body riding Marsha’s trembling form, Mike grabbed
her magnificent tits and used them, brutally, to lunge his hosing cock deeper
into his daughter’s bursting cunt.
Carol was delirious. The potent aroma of hot cum filled her senses. She choked
as the cum flooded her throat and overflowed her mouth. She gulped as best she
could, but cum escaped her mouth, ran down her chin and dripped on her heaving
tits. Like a vacuum cleaner, she sucked and licked and swallowed; all the time
smashing her shaking hips against Marsha’s twisting face.
Breaking free, Marsha screamed her lust and passion as her head turned,
frantically, from side to side. Severe tremors rocked her body as her father’s
cock pulsed madly in her battered and juicy cunt. She could feel the overflowing
cum leak out of her pussy and ooze down her trembling inner legs. Like runners,
at the end of a marathon, they each sagged down to the floor and collapsed,
totally exhausted. Only Carol still had the strength to pick her head up when
she heard Mary scream.
“Aggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!”
Mary was gagging; mouth agape, and her head lolled like a cork in water. She
looked like she was either in great pain or great pleasure. Peter had flipped
his Aunt to the floor, rolled her over onto all fours, and stabbed his big tool
all the way up her exposed asshole. The pleasure-pain had almost make her faint.
“Oooooooo, yesssss!” she purred, shaking with excitement as Peter’s cock started
to stroke up her hot rear hole.
“Hell, what’s happening?” John asked to no one in particular, his head back and
his eyes still closed.
Marsha giggled. “Peter’s just repaying the compliment you gave my ass before,
uncle John,” she said. “And lucky Aunt Mary is enjoying the hell out of it.”
Even tired, her voice had a tinge of envy to it.
Mary squirmed and her eyes glazed with pleasure as her sweaty nephew humped her
tight butt-hole; each powerful lunge sending scorching sensations rippling
through her body, down to her dripping cunt. Pussyjuice bubbled from her cunt
smearing Peter’s swinging balls as they banged against her throbbing pussy. She
dug her nails into the carpet pile and humped back at him, her ass mashing
against his crotch in a hot push, pull; her body demanding release.
“Fuck me!” she squealed. “Ooooh, fuck my ass, Peter!!”
“I’m gonna cum!” Peter panted. “Fuck my cock! FUCK!”
They screamed in unison as their climaxes exploded in their sweaty, lust-filled
bodies.
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Carol wasn’t sure how long she had slept, but she knew she had dozed off. They
all had; each entwined with another, until everyone provided a head rest or a
soft shoulder. Now awake, she felt slightly cramped and sore. But it was a good
sore; a warm, languid feeling – something to be enjoyed while it lasted. She
turned her head slowly. Marsha’s head was resting on her shoulder, her body
protectively covered by Peter’s. Mike lay next to her, his shoulder touching
hers; Mary’s head in his lap. John’s limp body partially covered Mary’s sleeping
form, his hand draped, casually, over her recently ravished ass.
Carol took a deep breath. The pungent smell of sex was all around her, like a
heady perfume. She longed to stretch, but that was impossible. She would have
woken everyone up, and as much as she loved these wonderful people, she
treasured this solitary moment. Resting her head against the wall, she let her
mind drift backwards, remembering the last few hours, beginning with Mary’s
violent ass-fucking orgasm; how she bucked wildly against Peter’s pounding cock,
how he dug his fingers into her tender ass-flesh, holding her steady so he could
ram his prick in, all the way to the base. Mary had screamed, pounded the floor
with her fists, tore at the carpet, then she arched up, her perky ass impaled on
Peter’s massive spike, shuddered and collapsed in a heap, like a rag doll. Carol
was sure it had been the most intense cum Mary had ever had from a butt-fuck.
The glint of leaking pussyjuice could be seen flowing freely from her bubbling
cunt, down her shaking thigh and into the crevice of her ass.
Carol remembered her own reaction: tight chest, heavy breathing, hot-cold
sensations, and a new gush of cunt lube filling her pussy. Her asshole had
twitched involuntarily, as she remembered Peter’s beautiful cock stretching her
own back hole wide, forcing its way past the protective outer ring, and filling
her body with wild surges of perverted excitement. Trembling, she had crawled
over to Mary’s supine body, somehow hoping to share the magic she knew her
sister- in-law was feeling. Tenderly, she kissed Mary’s lips; the taste of
John’s cum still in her mouth. Slowly, she felt the spark of response, the
slight jerk of Mary’s tongue sliding into her moist warmth and the gentle,
feminine fingers on her sensitive tits. She had moaned, softly, as the heat of
their bodies mingled, like a gentle mating of sand and sea. Warm pussycream had
leaked from her cunt and was slowly trailing down her leg.
The gentle hands were suddenly replaced by stronger, rougher, more demanding
ones; squeezing, kneading, roughly playing with her tit-flesh. The hot flash of
searing heat in her cunt was almost immediate. She had opened her mouth to gasp,
only to have it filled with hard, hot cock. Blinking her eyes, she recognized
her husband’s long, lovely cock and the tang of Marsha’s cuntjuices still
clinging to warm flesh. Her tongue started to wash the heavy knob and she had
savored the man/woman taste as her saliva trickled back down her throat.
Glancing backwards, she saw her brother’s excited face. His cock was hard, too,
and pushing upright against the crack of her ass; his hands squeezing and
pulling on her hot tits. She remembered how the warm glow of rising heat
enfolded her body, how her eyes misted and closed in wonder as the sensations –
the wonderful, exciting, totally taboo sensations – flowed outward from her cunt
to all parts of her body and the sudden jab of hard cockmeat filling her wet,
tender pussy bringing her out of the dreamlike stupor, back to the sharp reality
of a hot, driving prick.
Her eyes had moved around, clearing; taking in the scene. She was sucking
Peter’s semi-erect prick! And she was straddling Mike’s thrusting hips! It was
his wonderful cock in her pussy. Where was Mary? And when did this all happen?
she wondered, idly, as her tongue and saliva worked around her son’s prick. The
taste of Mary’s cunt and ass were still on it, and the vicarious thrill of their
hot fuck session filled her mind blocking out the idle question. It was like
tongue-fucking Mary’s puckered hole! Now she had tasted both of them! Marsha and
Mary. Her body fired at the erotic thrill of it, adding to the fuck sensations
generated by Mike and Peter’s steely cocks, and John’s roaming hands.
“Shit!” Peter groaned. “What a mouth! I’m fucking hard again! Momma, you can
raise the dead!”
She had tried to smile at the compliment, but Peter’s hands held her head tight
against the base of his crotch; the full length of his huge cock deep in her
mouth. Soon, the tingling in her cunt was driving her mad. She raised her hips
up and leaned forward, giving Mike more room to hump into her volcano-like
pussy, and Peter, better access to her demanding mouth.
John spread her asscheeks wide, exposing her pink asshole, and blonde covered
pussy stuffed with cock.
“Christ, that’s a hellava sight! I should get the camera and put this on film.”
“No,” Marsha said, kneeling down beside him. Her face was flushed with a new
rise of excitement. “Put your cock in her ass, uncle John. Give her a three-way!
She deserves it.”
Carol remembered feeling a hot rush of pleasure when she heard her daughter’s
words. She had wiggled her pretty ass, obscenely, in consent. Pulling Peter’s
cock from her mouth, she hissed, “Oh, yes, Johnny, fuck my ass! Hard! Fill me up
with cocks; all of you. I need it so bad.”
“Yeah,” Mike chorused, in agreement, “screw her ass good, Johnny. We’ll give her
a ride she’ll never forget.”
His voice had been raspy, almost a choke. Playing with her hard nipples, and
watching her mouth slide, relentlessly, back and forth over Peter’s thick shaft
had enflamed his mind and stiffened his cock to an iron hardness that was almost
painful. He had reached up and pulled her rear cheeks even further apart,
stretching them to the very limits, giving John the ultimate target. Carol
remembered holding on to Peter’s cock, steadying herself in preparation for
John’s first ass-fuck lunge; the muscles of her butt contracting automatically
in hot anticipation. She had felt like she was drowning in a sea of erotic
pleasure.
“I’m going to put his cock in your ass, Mom,” Marsha had said, her voice tight
with excitement, “just the way Aunt Mary did that beautiful dildo. I’m going to
push it in all the way.”
Shaking with electric sensations, Carol had sensed, rather than seen, Marsha
take hold of her uncle’s thick cock; lovingly run her mouth and tongue over the
meaty shaft, lubricating it with her thick saliva, and placing the bulbous head
at the entryway of her tight rear end. She had gasped and her body stiffened as
the huge cockhead pressed against the neuter ring of her asshole.
She remembered screaming into Peter’s crotch as John’s cock forced its way up
her almost dry back-hole. She remembered the flashing lights before her eyes,
the wild, contorted movements of her impaled body; flinging her head from side
to side, her powerful jaws almost clamping down on Peter’s precious cock.
“Com’on, baby sister,” John wailed, “Com’on, you can do it! Suck that cock up
your ass! You know you love it!”
She remembered Marsha’s face close to hers, her hands roaming over her body, her
voice hoarse with excitement.
“He’s all the way up your ass, Mom! Can you feel him? Can you? … You have
three great cocks in you! God, you look wonderful!” she had hissed.
She had finally nodded, after gaining small control of her heaving chest. Her
eyes had remained closed, unfocused; clouded by a hot mist, filled with vibrant
colors of blinding passion. Her cunt was secreting bubbling pussycream like an
open water tap, and each thrust of the two rampart cocks, rubbing up against
each other, through the thin, separating, wall, sent another steamy stream
cascading down her fiery love tunnel. Carol could not remember ever feeling so
full, so excited, so high! Never had three cocks given her so much pleasure.
Every pore of her body was vibrantly alive; throbbing with anticipated wonder
and delight. She thrilled as her brother’s balls banged against her husband’s
up- thrusting cock, and she gagged delightedly as Peter’s cockhead bounced off
her tonsils, at the very entrance to her throat!
Now, she remembered Peter adjusting his fuck stoke into her unmoving mouth;
Marsha licking the slimy shaft as it slid by; his loud demands. She remembered
how they began to fuck her in unison, each one timing their stroke to meet the
frantic movements of her hips and face.
“Cum all over her!” she heard Marsha say, “Wash her body in cum!”
The words were like spurs to a race horse. She had heard the hard, loud
grunting, felt the quickening of their movements; the sudden, violent,
acceleration as they shoved their hard cocks into every fuck opening of her
screaming body. She was on the verge of a blissful death; her cunt ready to
explode in a violent tidal wave of hot, blinding pleasure.
“Cum! Cum all over me!” she had cried, grabbing Peter’s ready prick and harshly
fisting the steely fuckmeat. Her tongue flicked, wetly, at the angry purple head
and her hand flashed up and down the hot shaft.
Lovingly, she looked up at Peter’s contorted face; he was going to cum!
“Yes, baby, yes! Give me your cum!” Her voice had been a wail of anguish, then
her flaming body erupted.
Carol was jolted from her reverie when Marsha stirred, restlessly, against her
shoulder. She had been panting loudly, and almost woke her daughter up. She bit
her lip. The pain helped to control her rapid breathing and heaving chest. She
tried to recapture the memory of that impossible climax, but the first few
moments escaped her. Her cum had been so incredibly intense, so violent, she had
blanked out. She did remember their hot cum splashing against her face, her
stomach, her ass and back. She remembered her trembling body and shaking arms as
she rubbed Peter’s spurting cockhead all over her face. The wild, spraying, cum
juice shot into her hair and dribbling down her scalp, mixing with the other hot
streams sliding down her nose and cheeks.
Mike had pulled his throbbing cock out at the very last minute. His jism had
erupted like a searing volcano, each explosion smacking her stomach and tits
like little hammers, washing her body with love, then sliding down her belly and
straining legs. Lots of his love juice puddled around their mingled loin hairs.
She remembered, in wonderment, how his cock had slapped against her stomach,
twitching maddeningly, as his juice poured out.
Her brother had waited one second too long. Wailing, loudly, his first
shuddering explosion had flooded her asshole with a huge, hot, wave of erupting
passion. It crashed against the tender inner walls and receded with a rush,
flowing unchecked out of her asshole as it following John’s escaping cock. His
cock had shot huge spurts of cum all over until Marsha grabbed it and directed
the pulsating prick downward. Cum juice splashed in her hair, on her back and
ass, and ran down her body in what seem like a million tiny streams of released
passion. The images were vague and surreal, but the sensations were real and
vivid, and sprang to life immediately.
Another piece was missing, because the next thing she remembered was Marsha and
Mary licking her body with eager tongues, rubbing the silky wads of love juice
into her skin; sticking their tongues into the secrets of her ass and her cunt
and her mouth, extracting the musky taste of prick from each opening, searching
for any tiny stray droplet of sweet cum.
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Here is the start of Day 2 for the Slut Mother.
Three young friends play with a pentagram awaking the darkest entity!
After finding the Cove and being discovered by Jackie and Amber, Will was mesmerized by the two women and could not wait to see them again to explore his new found sexuality.
I have been writing poetry for 16 years. hopefully I’ll get some of them published someday.
