Seducing recently Divorced Friend
Lust and Horny
Andre and Natalia and Mistress Ann
Son’s lust for mom 1st turns dad on, then mom & more to cum!
a story about me and my sexy cousin
Cassy gets to watch Daddy make himself happy. Mommy helps her enjoy it.
Silk is on the road to learning and she loves it
He first felt horny looking at Angie when he was about fourteen. Their back garden met the side of Josh’s, round behind the garage. He would stand at the fence talking to Deano during the summer holidays when his mum would come outside in a skimpy bikini and sunbathe where Josh could see her. He was sure she wasn’t doing it to deliberately make a fourteen-year-old boy feel horny, but that was the effect she had on him anyway.
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A few days ago I had just gotten my license, I was so pumped that I didn’t even remember that I had no car, and no money to buy one
I didn’t really have a job either, I babysat for some neighbors but the pay was crap. I didn’t like any of their kids either, they were all little brats who pissed and shat everywhere.
My brother would occasionally lend me his car, a 1997 Pontiac, but it was crap and beaten to shit. And plus, it never felt right driving someone else’s car… The individuality of having a license all kind of fades away when it isn’t even your car.
I eventually started mowing lawns and doing other house hold chores for my dads friend, David.
David was a nice man, nice house, great job, awesome pool, a NICE car, but no family. He also had a cute dog named Cookie
I envied the guy.
I had saved up about $650 and was looking around the neighborhood for any cars to buy. I saw a station wagon for sale, $479.
I laughed at myself, realizing that I was about to make myself into a soccer mom. I quickly shook the idea of getting this girl-repellant car, and walked home.
One night during dinner, my dad asked if any car opportunities had popped up. I told him no, and that I would keep looking. He quickly looked at me with enthusiasm, telling me about a car he saw for sale down the street.
So after dinner, we walked down the street and saw the car he was talking about.
It was a nice SUV, pretty cool when you have a lot of friends to drive around.
I immediately looked to my dad and told him I was ready for this car.
We walked up to the car and saw that there was a girl standing on the other side.
She smiled at us, “Hey! Are you guys the owner of this car? I’m interested in buying it!”
My heart jumped. “Um no, we were also interested in getting it.”
She looked a little upset, “well I’ve been saving for 2 months to get a car and I was here first, so…”
I looked at my dad, who looked at me and chuckled
“Not my problem Son”
I quickly walked towards the door and rang the bell, and out came a elderly woman with a cane. She looked at me and asked in a quiet voice “yes?”
“Hello miss, I’m interested in your car, I have about $650 and would love to buy it.”
“oh I’m sorry son, but I can’t sell it for that price…”
Fuck! This old hag was screwing me out of an awesome car!
I walked over to my dad who quietly whispered “$650? Really son? I thought you said $6,500”
He laughed and walked home.
I soon followed, pissed off at how this turned out.
I glanced over at the lady and saw her talking to that girl, she was smiling and nodding a lot, then the girl walked into the house and the doors shut.
That bitch… She’s buying the damn car.
About a month passed and I kept saving up for a car, awaiting the day an opportunity would arise
I kept doing yard work and such for David, I hadn’t been in his house in a while, he hadn’t really been home much. He usually just came home, paid me, then ran off to God knows where.
One day he wanted me to take his dog for a walk. I enjoyed time with Cookie, so I agreed, no questions asked.
We walked for about an hour, and then I decided it was a good idea to get on home before it was dark.
Cookie, being the little horn dog he is, noticed a Labrador retriever and ran after her, with naughty intentions I presume.
Now I haven’t been to the gym in a while, so catching Cookie would be no easy task.
I sprinted after Cookie and the lab for about two blocks before seeing an SUV stop in the middle of the road. A girl popped out of the car and whistled with her fingers
“Here cookie! Come here boy!”
I watched as Cookie turned around, tail wagging rapidly. He ran towards her and jumped into her arms. She put him in the car and drove off.
“Holy shit!” she just fucking robbed Cookie!
What would David say? I just lost his dog to some stranger, how would he ever forgive me? And more importantly, who would pay me a shit load of cash to basically do chores?
My head was spinning, but all my body did was run after her.
I chased her car down for about 5 more blocks, and as she finally stopped and parked in a driveway, she noticed me and laughed.
I ran up to the car and gasped for air, hands on my knees trying to gather up something to say.
I looked up at her with furious eyes
She looked at me, now slightly annoyed.
“What do you want?”
I was finally able to say something
“Give me… Back… The damn dog!”
She looked puzzled
“Umm, he isn’t yours, this is my friends dog, I found him in the streets just now.”
“that’s because I was walking him for my neighbor! He’s my responsibility”
“Your neighbor?” she looked at the house she’d parked in front of
“You mean his?” she said, pointing at the house
I hadn’t noticed that I had ran all the way back to David’s house.
“Yea, he’s my dads friend, I work for him doing house work.”
“Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
She got Cookies leash and handed it to me, then got back in her car.
I felt a little bad, maybe I had hurt her feelings by yelling at her
“Thanks for catching him… I chased him a good 2 blocks, I don’t think I would have caught him if it weren’t for you. ”
She smiled, “No problem, tell David I said ‘hey’.”
She buckled up, then drove off
I watched as she turned the corner and disappeared. Right then, i realized that she was the girl who bought the car i wanted. I just stood there in shock, and a little bit of anger hit.
I took cookie inside and then went home.
About a week passed and I was again walking Cookie.
Not even 10 minutes into our walk, that girl drove by again and slowed down to our pace.
“Hey! It’s you!” she yelled out with a huge smile on her face
I looked at her, and she instantly stopped smiling, I guess she saw the anger in my face.
“Hey… What’s the matter?”
We had both stopped now, and Cookie was impatiently pulling at the leash.
“Your the damn girl who bought this car I wanted!”
Now SHE looked pissed.
“Um, I actually HAD money, unlike someone.”
“Still, I haven’t been able to find any cars for sale, this was the best deal I could find!”
She looked away and laughed
“Well that’s a shame, it’s really a great car too. I would have taken you for a ride in it, but I guess you and Cookie can keep walking everywhere.”
She drove off quickly, and left a bunch of smoke in mine and cookies faces.
I hated that girl, and I wanted a car more than ever now.
I finally gave up and bought that shitty station wagon I had seen a while back, and tried fixing it up as much as possible.
I stopped working for David since the whole point of that was to get a car.
I took the car out for a spin, it felt nice having my own car, even if it was a girl repellant.
I was trying to get used to driving again, since I hadn’t driven in a whole now.
I was fixing my mirrors while driving real slow, when suddenly-
BAM!
Hit a car.
“Son of a bitch!!!” was all I heard
I hit a hummer, and I prayed that whoever was about to get out of the car did not match the voice of that yell I just heard.
A huge 6’5 guy who’s had to have weighed about 220 lbs of pure muscle walked out and banged on my window
“Come on shit head! Get out here right now! Youre going to pay for this shit!”
I got out of the car slowly.
“I’m really sorry sir, I didn’t mean to, I was distracted”
“Well son of a bitch! you were distracted!? Look at this fucking dent fuck-tard!”
He grabbed my shirt and I swear I felt myself lift a few feet off the ground
My life was flashing before my eyes, I was about to get the beating of a lifetime!
“Put him down Joey!”
I opened my eyes and saw that girl walking over to us, she was walking Cookie.
“Jane, you know this faggot?”
“Yea, we’re friends, look I’ll pay for the damage, please just let him go.”
“Well, alright, if you say so… Tell your brothers and sisters I said hi.”
“sure will. Thanks.”
He dropped me on the hood of my car and drove off.
I was still in shock of what had just happened, I looked at her and she looked at me like my mom did when I failed a test in high school.
“Are you kidding me? You had this car for how long? A day?”
She puts her face in her palm for second and laughs
“Thank God you didn’t buy the SUV”
“Hey lighten up, I was distracted, it couldve happened to anyone”
“Yea, whatever dude, just watch the fuck out next time. I can’t save your ass all the time.”
She started walking away with Cookie and I suddenly felt like an ass
She saved me from a serious beat down and I hadn’t even thanked her
“Hey listen, thanks for what you did, I was seriously about to piss myself.”
She looked back and smiled.
“Be careful next time.”
And then she walked away.
I inspected my car, not to much damage, barely even noticeable.
I drove home safely, and went to bed, thinking about that girl…
The next day I went over to David’s house and asked him who that girl was
“Jane? She’s a friend of mine, she lives not to far from here. She’s been walking Cookie ever since you stopped.”
“Sorry about that…”
“don’t worry about it, it’s not a problem. She does it for free and Cookie really likes her.”
“Oh, we’ll I was just curious, she saved my ass by getting me out of an ass kicking last night.”
“Haha really? Well I hope you thanked her properly.”
“I didn’t really get too.”
“Well look, here’s her address. Why don’t you go on over later, and thank her.”
“Thanks, I will.”
I hopped in my car and drove over to the address he’d given me, it was really close, about a 5minute drive.
I got to the house and walked up to the door. I rang the door bell and heard kids screaming. Jane answered the door, she looked like shit. She had food all over her, her hair was a mess, she was sweating and she looked exhausted.
“Um, hey”
She turned around and yelled at what looked like a bunch of kids wrestling
“Hey guys, be quiet! I’m talking to a friend!”
She closed the door behind her folded her arms.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to say thank you for what you did last night, that was awesome of you and I feel really bad about how bad I’ve treated you.”
She looked down and smiled
“Look, it’s ok. I just didn’t want to see you get your face beaten inside out.”
We both laughed, and then it got quiet.
“Those kids, are they…?”
“No, they are my brothers and sisters, I’m raising them.”
“Where are your parents?”
“They left us here, told me that I had to be a big girl and raise them all.”
She was looking at her toes now
“They left us a bunch of cash, its lasted about 2 years, but its been running out lately. we were running out of options until David, your neighbor, walked by with Cookie and saw me crying on the door step. He asked me what was wrong and i told him everything. He’s offered to help us out. He’s been paying bills and basically living here to help me with them.
So that’s why he was hardly home.
“He’s really amazing, he helps so much and doesn’t ask for anything in return.”
She was crying now
She was fighting to hold it back, but I could tell she really needed to get the tears out. She probably hadn’t cried to someone in a long time. She was a tough girl.
Suddenly I felt like a bad guy, this girl needed that car and I hated her for taking it.
“Look I’m sorry about how I treated you, and for yelling at you that one night.”
She wasn’t crying anymore, but her eyes were puffy and red.
“It’s fine, I understand. I felt bad about taking the car, but I really needed it-”
I cut her off, “It’s fine, I totally get it.”
I smiled at her and then it was quiet again.
“jaaaane!”
A little girl opened the door from behind her and pulled at her shirt.
“Joshua hit me!”
Jane looked at me then back at the girl.
“ok ok, we will deal with him in a second. Go inside, I’ll be right there.”
I smiled at the girl who smiled back at me
“Is he your boyfriend Jane?”
We looked at eachother and laughed
“No he is just a good friend mine.”
“He looks nice.”
The girl then quickly ran inside and left us alone.
“Well I really have to go, I have to take care of them.”
“Yea ok, I’ll let you go, thanks again.”
She rubbed my shaggy hair quickly, trying to mess it up
“No problem”
She smiled, then shut the door.
A few weeks passed and I hadn’t seen Jane in a while. I guess she had gotten to busy to walk Cookie.
I went over to David while he was watering his lawn.
“Hey David, where’s Jane been? I havent seen her walking Cookie.”
“Hey Steven. Well Jane is really busy with her brothers and sisters, I can’t ask her to walk Cookie for me anymore, she needs to be at home taking care of them.”
I was a little disappointed, I actually missed seeing her around.
“Oh, yea I understand. Well, thanks.”
I started walking home when David called for me.
“You know Steven, she could really use a friend HER age, you know? I can’t always be there for her, and she doesn’t really have anyone to talk to. She had to quit school a while ago.”
Damn… I had no idea what this girl was going through.
“I guess I could help her with some chores?”
David laughed, “I said a friend, not a maid. Someone to go out and hang with, see a movie, you know?”
“Yea, I get you.”
“Look Steven, that girl is an angel, I really want whats best for her. I’m going to talk to her tonight and ask her what she thinks about me setting her you and her up on a little ‘play date’, she could really take a breather.”
“Who will watch her brothers and sisters?”
“I will. I’ll go babysit them, I’m not busy during weekends. You guys could stay at my place, here is a key.”
He was trusting me with his house now? I guess he really did trust me.
“Like i said, she is an angel, so please take care of her. Show her a good time, ok?”
I nodded, I was actually getting really nervous at the thought of being alone with a girl for that long. I only had one girl friend and she cheated on me with my best friend, so I was still kind of bitter.
David handed me the keys, then went over to Janes house.
I went inside, admiring the interior of the house. It was super neat, well decorated, and smelled great.
I really didn’t mind sleeping over at his place, I had a bunch of awesome stuff; the pool, the jacuzzi, the HD flat screen tv, awesome DVD collection,fridge with good food… Dude had it made.
About 20 minutes later, I see Jane pull up to the drive way.
She has a few bags, probably clothes and stuff.
I walk outside to help her, and she quickly displays shock in seeing me.
“umm, what are you doing here?”
“David told me to watch his place while he’s gone. He wanted me to help you relax and have some fun. He says that you should really take a break from babysitting.”
She looked at me a bit uneasy
“Oh really? And how are YOU supposed to help me have fun?”
I didn’t know what to say
“Um, well I don’t know… But if you want, I’ll just go home and let you relax on your own.”
She didn’t reply, she just stared at me
I started walking home when she soon followed
“Wait, I’m sorry. Don’t leave me alone…”
I looked at her, and she was staring at me as if begging me to stay
She was really afraid to be on her own.
“Ok, I’ll stay. Lets get your stuff inside.”
She suddenly became really preppy and giggly
“ok! Here”
She said, Handing me one of her bags.
While she unpacked all her stuff, I made us some dinner and put on a movie. She came into the kitchen quickly sniffing around, then looked at me
“That smell is from here? YOU can cook?!”
I laughed, “yes I can cook, pretty well too.”
“wow! It looks great! Spaghetti, meatballs, garlic bread, mashed potatoes… That’s a lot to cook in such a short time!”
“Well I usually cook for my family, so I’ve had a lot of practice”
She looked at me and smiled
“Well maybe you can cook for us sometimes, my brothers and sisters haven’t had a good meal in a while, I can’t really cook”
“Haha sure thing, I’ll make them my special homemade mushroom soup!”
She looked at me and wrinkled her nose like if he just smelled something gross
“that sounds nasty.”
We both laughed, and I promised her I’d let her taste it one day.
The rest of the night was pretty nice, we spent the evening watching comedy movies with Seth Rogen in them, he’s one of my favorite comedians.
The night was filled with a lot of laughter, something I’m sure she hadn’t done in a while. After a while, I noticed she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I turned off the tv, and carried her into David’s room.
I looked at her and noticed how cute she was. She had a really girly complexion. Cute dimples, a little mole above her cheek, soft smooth skin. She was really beautiful. I tucked her in, then grabbed a blanket and went to go sleep on the couch.
After about an hour of trying to sleep, I woke up to use the restroom. On my way back down, I looked into the room to check on Jane. She was asleep, she looked really comfortable. She probably hadn’t had a good nights sleep for a while.
I smiled, then went back down stairs and tried to fall asleep.
About another hour passed, and just as I was falling asleep, I was woken up by Jane coming down stairs and waking me up.
“Hey, boy, are you awake?”
“Yea. What’s up?”
“I heard a noise upstairs, I’m scared to go back up there.”
She was shivering, it was really cold that night.
“ok, let’s go check it out.”
I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her, then proceeded to walk up the stairs cautiously
After about 5 minutes of inspecting, we found nothing.
“it must have been your imagination Jane, it’s safe”
She looked at me with a worried face
“Can you sleep with me? I don’t feel safe… I’m not used to being alone in bed, I usually have my sisters with me”
I was afraid to actually get in bed with this girl, I didn’t really want to make myself look like a pervert in any way. She DID ask though…
“Yea sure.”
“yay! Thank you so much.”
She gave me a big hug which felt like it lasted for ever
She was so soft and warm, I didn’t want to let go. She smelled really good, like strawberries.
I got in bed with my jeans and sweater, while she was in panties and a tank top.
“you sure your comfortable with this?” she asked
I smiled, “Anything to make you feel better”
She gave me the most cute little smile ever, then nodded.
“Thanks, but you don’t have to wear all your clothes! I mean who sleeps in jeans and a sweater?”
“Uh, well I don’t want to make things weird for you…”
“nonsense! I want you to be comfortable too you know.”
I did as she said, and took off my sweater and jeans, leaving me in only my t shirt and boxers.
She giggled, then tucked herself in.
I got in bed and faced to opposite way of where she was, and closed my eyes. This was way better than a couch.
I felt her moving around and squirming, then she finally came up behind me and put her arm around my waist.
“Thank you, I really needed this…”
I was so shocked, I actually stopped breathing for a second.
“You have no idea what it’s like to live in a house full of people, and feel so alone. No one to talk to that isn’t a child. No one who knew what I was going through, besides David.”
She was struggling to get the words out now
“I- I just really needed this.”
She layed her head on me and closed her eyes.
I didn’t say anything, and we both fell asleep.
I woke up and looked around the room.
She wasn’t here.
I went down stairs and smelled something terrifyingly gross
I walked into the kitchen to find Jane in front of the stove, with smoke everywhere.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
I got the fire extinguisher under the sink and put out what looked like horribly burned omelette.
The smoke cleared and Jane looked at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen
“I’m so sorry, I tried to make you breakfast to thank you for last night! But I couldn’t get it right, and-”
I grabbed her and held her tight
“it’s fine… don’t worry about it”
“Now you probably think I suck at cooking, don’t you?”
“Haha of course not, I bet you can cook a mean bowl of cereal!”
She punched my arm and laughed.
We spent the rest of the morning cleaning up the mess, then took turns showering.
When I got out, I found all her clothes on the floor of the living room. I walked out to the back yard, which was huge, and saw her inside the pool swimming.
“Hey! Come inside! The water is really nice right now”
I couldn’t say no to that!
I took off my shorts and shirt and jumped in with nothing but boxers
“Woo! That a’ boy!”
I came up and brushed my hair off my face
She looked at me then splashed some water around
“Haha I totally forgot he had this pool, it’s amazing!”
I had to agree with her on that one.
“Yea, he would let me come over all the time for a swim.”
“Lucky! I wish I had a pool, especially in those horrible summer days.”
We went on to talk about a lot of stuff, hopes, dreams, school, old friends, ect.
She started getting closer to me every few minutes, I guess she was getting pretty comfortable with me.
“So your girlfriend cheated on you?”
“Yea, back in highschool. She was a real slutty type of girl. Apparently everyone knew except me.”
“That bitch!”
Suddenly it was quiet
Then we both bursted into laughter
“Yea, she was a bitch haha. So what about you? How was your ‘love life’ in school?”
“Well I never really experienced anything in the short time I was in High school, but in middle school, boys never noticed me.”
I couldn’t believe that, she was stunning, she had an amazing personality, beautiful features, and a smoking hot body
“I remember at a dance, back in middle school, the boys all had to choose a girl they wanted to dance with. I had found the prettiest dress ever, and I tried my best to look cute so that a boy would choose me to dance with. So I sat on the girl side for about an hour, and no one ever asked me to dance.”
“why not?”
“I don’t know, I guess they didn’t think I was pretty, no boy has ever really shown any sort of feelings for me.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“But you’re so pretty, I totally would have danced with you if I was there!”
She looked at me,surprised. then she started getting angry.
“Shut up.”
Now I was confused
“Shut up!”
She stormed out of the pool, got her clothes off the living room floor, and locked herself in the bathroom.
I stayed there, completely unknowing of what I had done.
I got out, got dressed, and sat near the door of the restroom waiting for her to come out.
About an hour later she walked out, with an apologetic face.
“Hey…”
I stood up and walked up to her
“What happened out there-”
Suddenly she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me close to her face and started kissing me
I kissed her back passionately, feeling my heart race with emotions
She stopped kissing me and put her forehead on my chest
“No one has ever called me pretty before.”
I froze up. I guess she didn’t know how to react to what I had said before
“Well you are, you’re gorgeous. I would love to have danced with you.”
She smiled back at me with a few tears in her eyes
“Thank you… Why are you being so sweet to me?”
“I don’t know, I guess I like you.”
“You do?”
I smiled at her, “Yea, your an angel.”
She looked at me and bit her lip, trying not to cry again.
Again, she pulled me in for a kiss- but this time she was more aggressive about it. She needed this badly
She wrapped her legs around my waist as I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom
She wasn’t paying attention to anything else except my lips
She was sucking them, licking them, biting them, everything
She kissed me like she had never been kissed… Which was probably true
She ripped off my shirt and started kissing my chest
She became a lot more gentle now, slowly licking and nibbling on my chest and nipples. She made her way down to my crotch and look up at me, as if asking for approval.
I silently nodded, and watched as she slowly pulled down my shorts and boxers, revealing my fully erect penis.
She examined it for a second, trying to figure out what to do first.
She began kissing the tip of the head, gently placing her lips on it. She licked it softly, making my cock jump from excitement. She noticed how eager my cock was, so she began licking up and down my shaft, and cradling my balls.
She finally placed my cock in her mouth, going all the way down in one go, and staying there for about 5 seconds, slurping and sucking all the saliva and pre cum off. Her chin touched my balls, and she stuck her tongue out to lick them as much as possible while gagging on my cock and her saliva. She pulled her head up slowly, looked at me in the eyes and whispered
“I want to please you better than anyone else ever will.”
She took my cock in her hands and began jerking be really slow, then finally took my cock in her mouth again, and started moving her head up and down my cock, progressively getting faster. My cock throbbed in her mouth, and I felt my balls begin to tighten
She started slurping and sucking harder and harder until I finally couldn’t take it anymore, and I came into her throat, string after string of cum flowing down her throat. She closed her eyes as I pushed harder and stuffed my cock down her throat further and further. She gagged, but held her ground- making sure she swallowed every last drop.
I finally pulled out my cock and she gasped for air
She licked her lips and smiled up at me
“Was it good?”
I smiled, picked her up, and kissed her.
She leaned in and grabbed my half hard cock and whispered into my ear
“I want you inside of me… I want you to be my first”
She was still rubbing my cock which began getting hard almost instantly
She licked my ear then bit my lobe.
She slowly backed up and turned around, facing away from me
She took off her shirt and unhooked her bra very slowly, I could tell she was nervous
She slowly pulled down her pants and revealed her white cotton panties. She then began to lower those too, and finally- she was completely naked
She stood still, not facing me.
I waited about 25 seconds before she finally said, “Well? Say something…”
I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist
“You’re so beautiful…”
I couldnt see, but I knew she was smiling.
I reached around and felt her unshaven pussy.She was soaked
I felt her clit, gently rubbing it with my index finger- then inserted my middle finger into her
She held her breath a few seconds, then let out a sigh
“mmm, wow….”
I kept fingering her, speeding up and becoming more aggressive and pushing in deeper into her tight virgin pussy
“oh… God….”
Her moans started getting louder, her breathing heavier.
“oh god, oh god…”
She was beginning to whimper, letting out little cries that sounded so sexy and cute at the same time
Finally her pussy tightened around my fingers and her body spasmed
She stopped breathing and moaning, she didn’t make a sound
Her mouth was completely wide open and her eyes TIGHTLY shut.
It looked as if she couldnt breathe, when she suddenly said…
“Ffffuuuck!”
I laughed quietly and turned her to kiss her
She grabbed me close and jammed her whole tongue down my throat. She was incredibly horny and needed more.
I picked her up and placed her on the bed, I slowly got on top and prodded her pussy with the tip of my cock
“It’s going to hurt…”
“Yea I know, every girl knows that… It’s ok”
I began inserting it, and about half way in…
“Holy shiiiiit… Uuuunh, slower please.”
After I was in, she was crying a little, but she wanted to continue
I slowly moved my hips back and forth, going in and out of her tight pussy
She groaned from pain, but she didn’t want to stop.
I sped up and the groans turned to moans, moans of love and joy
“mmm yes…”
I started to thrust harder, pushing as far as my cock could go.
“I’m going to cuuuuuum!”
He pussy tightened up and a bunch of her pussy juice poured from her and all over my cock.
I wasn’t done though.
I flipped her over and got her on all fours
She looked back at me, smiled, then popped her ass in the air
I bent over and licked her pussy while jerking myself
God she tasted amazing
I quickly inserted my cock and started fucking her like crazy
Her ass was slapping against my balls loudly, and it felt great!
I reached around and began rubbing her nipples and her body began to shake
“Oh yea! Fuck me harder! Please!”
I started going as fast as I could, dripping sweat all over her ass and back
I pulled out my cock just as she came again, this time squirting on the bed sheets
She relaxed her body and layed her face on the bed with her ass still in the air
I grabbed her thighs and slowly pushed my cock into her asshole
She looked over at me in fear
“aaaah… Wait no! What are you- aaaah!”
I fucked her hard, not letting her ass adjust to the pain of my cock stretching her little tight pink asshole
She finally accepted it and layed her face on the bed, grabbing the sheets and pulling really hard and trying not to scream from pain
“I’m almost there…”
Her asshole was so warm and tight, I couldn’t hold it in anymore
With one finally thrust, I let out all my cum into her asshole, releasing stream after stream of cum into her
I finally pulled my cock out of her asshole, which made a loud “PLOP” noise from being so tight
She got on her back and sat up straight
“well I didn’t expect THAT”
“Yea me neither, I just kinda went for it… Sorry”
“it huuuuurt!”
“yea, sorry”
“it’s ok, I guess. Next time go slow!”
We laughed, then cuddled up on the bed and began to fall asleep.
She looked up at me and said, “hey…”
“yea?”
“I just realized something”
“what is it?”
“I don’t even know your name”
“It’s Steven”
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The family’s incredible day continues into nightfall.
its been awhile ive been caught up in some new books i got and skyrim, i put off typing this up and havent written anything for about two weeks enjoy
Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into new, slutty behaviour, including work at a topless bar and participation in a suspect hetero conversion therapy…
First Chapter of many if they are requested/if the story is liked. Happy to take suggestions.
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Denise hates her life and takes up drinking once again. Drunk, she damages a car leading to her making a deal to repay her debt.
A guy listens to his girlfriend talk about something new she’s trying; then he tries something new; then they try new things together. The best part is: they get others involved!
Adrian’s plan is finally revealed.
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Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult years, but just never did it for various reasons. Fear, nervousness, morality (kinda lame), health concerns and so on. The fact that I married young and did not want to cheat on my wife is another reason I did not follow this fantasy. However, when my wife and I separated and were all but divorced, I acted….
TRUE STORY…NOT WRITTEN BY ME BUT BY A FRIEND OF MINE KAYLEE SO PLEASE LEAVE HER A COMMENT BEING THAT SHE IS A FIRST TIME SUBMITTER grammar might suck but dont think of that
Note: This a true story. I have not romanticized it a bit. If it’s disappointing, such is life.
This is the sequel to The Witch’s Apprentice Arc 1, which I highly recommend you read first.
In these 7, meaty chapters, the magic gets cooler, and the sex gets hotter. Tensions rise and fall with a new, audacious protagonist, and one of our cast of heroes falls into deep, deep peril.
PRIEST – Come to this the fatal hour when at last from the eyes of deluded man the scales must fall away, and be shown the cruel picture of his errors and his vices – say, my son, do you not repent the host of sins unto which you were led by weakness and human frailty?
DYING MAN – Yes, my friend, I do repent.
PRIEST – Rejoice then in these pangs of remorse, during the brief space remaining to you profit therefrom to obtain Heaven’s general absolution for your sins, and be mindful of it, only through the mediation of the Most Holy Sacrament of penance will you be granted it by the Eternal.
DYING MAN – I do not understand you, any more than you have understood me.
PRIEST – Eh?
DYING MAN – I told you that I repented.
PRIEST – I heard you say it.
DYING MAN – Yes, but without understanding it.
PRIEST – My interpretation –
DYING MAN – Hold. I shall give you mine. By Nature created, created with very keen tastes, with very strong passions; placed on this earth for the sole purpose of yielding to them and satisfying them, and these effects of my creation being naught but necessities directly relating to Nature’s fundamental designs or, if you prefer, naught but essential derivatives proceeding from her intentions in my regard, all in accordance with her laws, I repent not having acknowledged her omnipotence as fully as I might have done, I am only sorry for the modest use I made of the faculties (criminal in your view, perfectly ordinary in mine) she gave me to serve her; I did sometimes resist her, I repent it. Misled by your absurd doctrines, with them for arms I mindlessly challenged the desires instilled in me by a much diviner inspiration, and thereof do I repent: I only plucked an occasional flower when I might have gathered an ample harvest of fruit – such are the just grounds for the regrets I have, do me the honor of considering me incapable of harboring any others.
PRIEST – Lo! where your fallacies take you, to what pass are you brought by your sophistries! To created being you ascribe all the Creator’s power, and those unlucky penchants which have led you astray, ah! do you not see they are merely the products of corrupted nature, to which you attribute omnipotence?
DYING MAN -Friend – it looks to me as though your dialectic were as false as your thinking. Pray straighten your arguing or else leave me to die in peace. What do you mean by Creator, and what do you mean by corrupted nature?
PRIEST – The Creator is the master of the universe, ‘tis He who has wrought everything, everything created, and who maintains it all through the mere fact of His omnipotence.
DYING MAN – An impressive figure indeed. Tell me now why this so very formidable fellow did nevertheless, as you would have it, create a corrupted nature?
PRIEST – What glory would men ever have, had not God left them free will; and in the enjoyment thereof, what merit could come to them, were there not on earth the possibility of doing good and that of avoiding evil?
DYING MAN – And so your god bungled his work deliberately, in order to tempt or test his creature – did he then not know, did he then not doubt what the result would be?
PRIEST – He knew it undoubtedly but, once again, he wished to leave man the merit of choice.
DYING MAN – And to what purpose, since from the outset he knew the course affairs would take and since, all-mighty as you tell me he is, he had but to make his creature choose as suited him?
PRIEST – Who is there can penetrate God’s vast and infinite designs regarding man, and who can grasp all that makes up the universal scheme?
DYING MAN – Anyone who simplifies matters, my friend, anyone, above all, who refrains from multiplying causes in order to confuse effects all the more. What need have you of a second difficulty when you are unable to resolve the first, and once it is possible that Nature may have all alone done what you attrubute to your god, why must you go looking for someone to be her overlord? The cause and explanation of what you do not understand may perhaps be the simplest thing in the world. Perfect your physics and you will understand Nature better, refine your reason, banish your prejudices and you’ll have no further need of your god.
PRIEST – Wretched man! I took you for no worse than a Socinian – arms I had to combat you. But ‘tis clear you are an athiest, and seeing that your heart is shut to the authentic and innumerable proofs we receive every day of our lives of the Creator’s existence – I have no more to say to you. There is no restoring the blind to the light.
DYING MAN – Softly, my friend, own that between the two, he who blindfolds himself must surely see less of the light than he who snatches the blindfold away from his eyes. You compose, you construct, you dream, you magnify and complicate; I sift, I simplify. You accumulate errors, pile one atop the other; I combat them all. Which one of us is blind?
PRIEST – Then you do not believe in God at all?
DYING MAN – No. And for one very sound reason: it is perfectly impossible to believe in what one does not understand. Between understanding and faith immediate connections must subsist; understanding is the very lifeblood of faith; where understanding has ceased, faith is dead; and when they who are in such a case proclaim they have faith, they deceive. You yourself, preacher, I defy you to believe in the god you predicate to me – you must fail because you cannot demonstrate him to me, because it is not in you to define him to me, because consequently you do not understand him – because as of the moment you do not understand him, you can no longer furnish me any reasonable argument concerning him, and because, in sum, anything beyond the limits and grasp of the human mind is either illusion or futility; and because your god having to be one or the other of the two, in the first instance I should be mad to believe in him, in the second a fool. My friend, prove to me that matter is inert and I will grant you a creator, prove to me that Nature does not suffice to herself and I’ll let you imagine her ruled by a higher force; until then, expect nothing from me, I bow to evidence only, and evidence I perceive only through my senses: my belief goes no farther than they, beyond that point my faith collapses. I believe in the sun because I see it, I conceive it as the focal center of all the inflammable matter in Nature, its periodic movement pleases but does not amaze me. ‘Tis a machanical operation, perhaps as simple as the workings of electricity, but which we are unable to understand. Need I bother more about it? when you have roofed everthing over with your god, will I be any the better off? and shall I still not have to make an effort at least as great to understand the artisan as to define his handiwork? By edifying your chimera it is thus no service you have rendered me, you have made me uneasy in my mind but you have not enlightened it, and instead of gratitude I owe you resentment. You god is a machine you fabricated in your passions’ behalf, you manipulated it to their liking; but the day it interfered with mine, I kicked it out of my way, deem it fitting that I did so; and now, at this moment when I sink and my soul stands in need of calm and philosophy, belabor it not with your riddles and your cant, which alarm but will not convince it, which will irritate without improving it; good friends and on the best terms have we ever been, this soul and I, so Nature wished it to be; as it is, so she expressly modeled it, for my soul is the result of the dispositions she formed in me pursuant to her own ends and needs; and as she has an equal need of vices and virtues, whenever she was pleased to move me to evil, she did so, whenever she wanted a good deed from me, she roused in me the desire to perform one, and even so I did as I was bid. Look nowhere but to her workings for the unique cause of our fickle human behavior, and in her laws hope to find no other springs than her will and her requirements.
PRIEST – And so whatever is in this world, is necessary.
DYING MAN – Exactly.
PRIEST – But is everything is necessary – then the whole is regulated.
DYING MAN – I am not the one to deny it.
PRIEST – And what can regulate the whole save it be an all-powerful and all-knowing hand?
DYING MAN – Say, is it not necessary that gunpowder ignite when you set a spark to it?
PRIEST – Yes.
DYING MAN – And do you find any presence of wisdom in that?
PRIEST – None.
DYING MAN – It is then possible that things necessariliy come about without being determined by a superior intelligence, and possible hence that everything derive logically from a primary cause, without there being either reason or wisdom in that primary cause.
PRIEST – What are you aiming at?
DYING MAN – At proving to you that the world and all therein may be what it is and as you see it to be, without any wise and reasoning cause directing it, and that natural effects must have natural causes: natural causes sufficing, there is no need to invent any such unnatural ones as your god who himself, as I have told you already, would require to be explained and who would at the same time be the explanation of nothing; and that once ‘tis plain your god is superfluous, he is perfectly useless; that what is useless would greatly appear to be imaginary only, null and therefore non-existent; thus, to conclude that your god is a fiction I need no other argument than that which furnishes me the certitude of his inutility.
PRIEST – At that rate there is no great need for me to talk to you about religion.
DYING MAN – True, but why not anyhow? Nothing so much amuses me as this sign of the extent to which human beings have been carried away by fanaticism and stupidity; although the prodigious spectacle of folly we are facing here may be horrible, it is always interesting. Answer me honestly, and endeavor to set personal considerations aside: were I weak enough to fall victim to your silly theories concerning the fabulous existence of the being who renders religion necessary, under what form would you advise me to worship him? Would you have me adopt the daydreams of Confucius rather than the absurdities of Brahma, should I kneel before the great snake to which the blacks pray, invoke the Peruvian’s sun or Moses’ Lord of Hosts, to which Mohammedan sect should I rally, or which Christian heresy would be preferable in your view? Be careful how you reply.
PRIEST – Can it be doubtful?
DYING MAN – Then ‘tis egotistical.
PRIEST – No, my son, ‘tis as much out of love for thee as for myself I urge thee to embrace my creed.
DYING MAN – And I wonder how the one or the other of us can have much love for himself, to deign to listen to such degrading nonsense.
PRIEST – But who can be mistaken about the miracles wrought by our Divine Redeemer?
DYING MAN – He who sees in him anything else than the most vulgar of all tricksters and the most arrent of all imposters.
PRIEST – O God, you hear him and your wrath thunders not forth!
DYING MAN – No my friend, all is peace and quiet around us, because your god, be it from impotence or from reason or from whatever you please, is a being whose existence I shall momentarily concede out of condescension for you or, if you prefer, in order to accommodate myself to your sorry little perspective; because this god, I say, were he to exist, as you are mad enough to believe, could not have selected as means to persuade us, anything more ridiculous than those your Jesus incarnates.
PRIEST – What! the prophecies, the miracles, the martyrs – are they not so many proofs?
DYING MAN – How, so long as I abide by the rules of logic, how would you have me accept as proof anything which itself is lacking proof? Before a prophecy could constitute proof I should first have to be completely certain it was ever pronounced; the prophecies history tells us of belong to history and for me they can only have the force of other historical facts, whereof three out of four are exceedingly dubious; if to this I add the strong probability that they have been transmitted to us by not very objective historians, who recorded what they preferred to have us read, I shall be quite within my rights if I am Skeptical. And furthermore, who is there to assure me that this prophecy was not made after the fact, that it was not a strategem of everyday political scheming, like that which predicts a happy reign under a just king, or frost in wintertime? As for your miracles, I am not any readier to be taken in by such rubbish. All rascals have performed them, all fools have believed in them; before I’d be persuaded of the truth of a miracle I would have to be very sure the event so called by you was absolutely contrary to the laws of Nature, for only what is outside of Nature can pass for miraculous; and who is so deeply learned in Nature that he can affirm the precise point where it is infringed upon? Only two things are needed to accredit an alleged miracle, a mountebank and a few simpletons; tush, there’s the whole origin of your prodigies; all new adherents to a religious sect have wrought some; anf more extraordinary still, all have found imbeciles around to believe them. Your Jesus’ feats do not surpass those of Apollonius of Tyana, yet nobody thinks to take the latter for a god; and when we come to your martyrs, assuredly, these are the feeblest of all your arguments. To produce martyrs you need but to have enthusiasm on the one hand, resistance on the other; and so long as an opposed cause offers me as many of them as does yours, I shall never be sufficiently authorized to believe one better than the other, but rather very much inclined to consider all of them pitiable. Ah my friend! were it true that the god you preach did exist, would he need miracle, martyr, or prophecy to secure recognition? anf if, as you declare, the human heart were of his making, would he not have chosen it for the repository of his law? Then would this law, impartial for all mankind because eminating from a just god, then would it be found graved deep and writ clear in all men alike, and from one end of the world to the other, all men, having this delicate and sensitive organ in common, would also resemble eachother through the homage they would render the god whence they had got it; all would adore and serve him in one identical manner, and they would be as incapable of disregarding this god as of resisting the inward impulse to worship him. Instead of that, what do I behold throughout this world? As many gods as there are countries; as many different cults as there are different minds or different imaginations; and this swarm of opinions among which it physically impossible for me to choose, say now, is this a just god’s doing? Fie upon you, preacher, you outrage your god when you present him to me thus; rather let me deny him completely, for if he exists then I outrage him far less by my incredulity than do you through your blasphemies. Return to your senses, preacher, your Jesus is no better than Mohammed, Mohammed no better than Moses, and the three of them combined no better than Confucius, who did after all have some wise things to say while the others did naught but rave; in general, though, such people are all mere frauds: philosophers laughed at them, the mob believed them, and justice ought to have hanged them.
PRIEST – Alas, justice dealt only too harshly with one of the four.
DYING MAN – If he alone got what he deserved it was he who deserved it most richly; seditious, turbulent, calumniating, dishonest, libertine, a clumsy buffoon, and very mischievous; he had the art of overawing common folk and stirring up the rabble; and hencecame in line for punishment in a kingdom where the state of affairs was what it was in Jerusalem then. They were very wise indeed to get rid of him, and this perhaps is one case in which my extremely lenient and also extremely tolerant maxims are able to allow the severity of Themis; I excuse any misbehavior save that which may endanger the government one lives under, kings and their majesties are the only thing I respect; and whoever does not love his country and his king were better dead than alive.
PRIEST – But you do surely believe something awaits us after this life, you must at some time or another have sought to pierce the dark shadows enshrouding our mortal fate, and what other theory could have satisfied your anxious spirit, than that of the numberless woes that betide him who has lived wickedly, and an eternity of rewards for him whose life has been good?
DYING MAN – What other, my friend? that of nothingness, it has never held terrors for me, in it I see naught but what is consoling and unpretentious; all other theories are of pride’s composition, this one alone is of reason’s. Moreover, ‘tis neither dreadful nor absolute, this nothingness. Before my eyes have I not the example of Nature’s perpetual generations and regenerations? Nothing perishes in the world, my friend, nothing is lost; man today, worm tomorrow, the day after tomorrow a fly; is it not to keep steadily on existing? And what entitles me to be rewarded for virtues which are in me through no fault of my own, or again punished for crimes wherefore the ultimate responsibility is not mine? how are you to put your alleged god’s goodness into tune with this system, and can he have wished to create me in order to reap pleasure from punishing me, and that solely on account of a choice he does not leave me free will to determine?
PRIEST – You are free.
DYING MAN – Yes, in terms of your prejudices; but reason puts them to rout, and the theory of human freedom was never devised except to fabricate that of grace, which was to aquire such importance in your reveries. What man on earth, seeing the scaffold a step beyond the crime, would commit it were he free not to commit it? We are the pawns of an irresistable force, and never for an instant is it within our power to do anything but make the best of our lot and forge ahead along the path that has been traced for us. There is not a single virtue which is not necessary to Nature and conversely not a single crime which she does not need and it is in the perfect balance she maintains between the one and the other that her immense science consists; but can we be guilty for adding our weight to this side or that when it is she who tosses us onto the scales? no more so than the hornet who thrusts his dart into your skin.
PRIEST – Then we should not shrink from the worst of all crimes.
DYING MAN – I say nothing of the kind. Let the evil deed be proscribed by law, let justice smite the criminal, that will be deterrent enough; but if by misfortune we do commit it even so, let’s not cry over spilled milk; remorse is inefficacious, since it does not stay us from crime, futile since it does not repair it, therefore it is absurd to beat one’s breast, more absurd still to dread being punished in another world if we have been lucky to escape it in this. God forbid that this be construed as encouragement to crime, no, we should avoid it as much as we can, but one must learn to shun it through reason and not through false fears which lead to naught and whose effects are so quickly overcome in any moderately steadfast soul. Reason, sir – yes, our reason alone should warn us that harm done our fellows can never bring happiness to us; and our heart, that contributing to their felicity is the greatest joy Nature has accorded us on earth; the entirety of human morals is contained in this one phrase: Render others as happy as one desires oneself to be, and never inflict more pain upon them than one would like to receive at their hands. There you are, my friend, those are the only principles we should observe, and you need neither god nor religion to appreciate and subscribe to them, you need only have a good heart. But I feel my strength ebbing away; preacher, put away your prejudices, unbend, be a man, be human, without fear and without hope forget your gods and your religions too: they are none of them good for anything but to set man at odds with man, and the mere name of these horrors has caused greater loss of life on earth than all other wars and all other plagues combined. Renounce the idea of another world; there is none, but do not renounce the pleasure of being happy and of making for happiness in this. Nature offers you no other way of doubling your existence, of extending it. – My friend, lewd pleasures were ever dearer to me than anything else, I have idolized tham all my life and my wish has been to end it in their bosom; my end draws near, six women lovelier than the light of day are waiting in the chamber adjoining, I have reserved them for this moment, partake of the feast with me, following my example embrace them instead of the vain sophistries of superstition, under their caresses strive for a little while to forget your hypocritical beliefs.
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The dying man rang, the women entered; and after he had been a little while in their arms the preacher became one whom Nature had corrupted, all because he had not succeeded in explaining what a corrupt nature is.
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Q. Barking dog at the back door wanting in and your wife’s yelling at the front wanting in. Which one do you let in?
A. The dog, once he’s in, he shuts up!
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With the storm about to hit the East Coast (Jan 2016), it got me thinking about survival stories.
This is the 2nd part in an ongoing series I am writing.