Part 2, I want to be just like mom
I have a mom everyone wants to fuck, and it pays
I have a mom everyone wants to fuck, and it pays
Baby Island
*Note this story is purely fictional. Any resemblance’s to anyone is real life is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy the story. Coke Man
This is a story about my two sisters and myself. We are triplets. Age 16. I am Mitchell but everyone calls me Mitch. I am 6′ brown hair and hazel eyes, 8″ My sisters are both 5’10 (our grandparents were tall as well even though our parents are shorter) Alice is 5’10 with dirty blonde and brown eyes, nice complexion, soft skin 38c-24-29 shaved pussy. My other sister Laura is 5’10 brown hair with hazel eyes and like her sister 38c etc.
Our father was (and still is) a military man. A “lifer.” All throughout our lives we have moved from city to city, from base to base. Sometimes he would be stationed months, sometimes years. My sisters and I grew very close because of this and the face we were triplets.
Growing up we would always be together. During pre-school we played with each other and shared toys. As we grew older and made new friends only to lose them soon after we began to spend even more time together, as it was easier. We would take baths together (I would take them by myself as we got too old to share with my sisters) share a room (and in rare cases a bed) even sat on the same side of the dinner table.
As we came into puberty we began to get curious and would play show and tell. The first time we did this we were 12 but nothing really happened. As we got older and boys and girls entered our social calendars I got very protective of my sisters as it was my job to keep them safe when dad wasn’t around. Also (to be fair) when girls came by they didn’t like they would threaten to scratch their eyes out.
Around the same time we began to wonder about our bodies I was introduced to masturbation. I went home that very day and told my sisters all the fun you could have my playing with yourself. That night after our story we all got together on Laura’s bed and played with each ourselves. This continued for a week until one day our dad the general came in looking for his reading glasses.
When he saw us together he exploded. The brunt of his backlash fell on me as he felt I tricked my sister’s into this. He scolded us for doing this saying only bad kids masturbate. That it wasn’t proper. To prove his point he spanked me right then and there.
Our nightly masturbation ended with that and the next day I got my own room. This was a real blow to me and my sister’s because we had never been apart. Things changed between my parents and me, as they would always watch us when we were together. They told our teachers to watch us extra careful. The only thing that didn’t change was my relationship with my sisters.. We still played together (non-sexual) and stood up for each other. They apologised for what happened but I knew it wasn’t there fault. Then when we were 16 we had an experience that would change our lives.
We were 16 now and I had just had my growth spurt. My sisters and I were virgins and were fending off potential dates. Don’t get me wrong, we still went out but were much happier together. Anyway. The summer we turned 16 as our present our parents bought the whole family tickets for a cruise on the sea. We were thrilled. We helped each other pack our bags, hiding the skimpy bathing suits, junk food and cigarettes (our newly found hobby we hid from our parents with good reason) as they were all forbidden.
When we got to the ship it was magnificent. The Sea Princess was a magnificent beauty with everything you could imagine. Ping-Pong, swimming pools, a games room, sunbathing deck, many activities, it even had a nightclub. We had three staterooms. One for my sisters, one for my parents and one for me and the extra luggage.
The first day was fantastic. My sisters and I won the volleyball tournament of the day, tried swordfish for lunch and spent our afternoon catching a tan and smoking on the high deck. That night our father forbade us from going to the nightclub, saying he wanted to check it out first.
The second day wasn’t great but it is here where the story heats up. The weather was very bad and raining cats and dogs. We played checkers and chatted in my stateroom and then played pool in the games room. At night it was still pouring and by now the winds picked up. Laura and Alice wanted to go for a smoke. I said they were crazy for going but they were set on going so not wanting to leave them alone I grabbed our “bag of fun” and we went outside.
I immediately wished we hadn’t. The boat was rocking, wind gushing. Rain came down small pellets. It was foggy. Very very foggy. We lit up a smoke and began sharing it as we leaned against the rail. Suddenly the boat met a might wave and the Sea Princess rocked wildly. The wind picked up and swirled down and caught a path as it came under our canap and umbrella’s. Catching us by surprise it can down and swooped Alice up and over the rail. Just then the boat smashed into something (we later learned it was a rock but the pilot couldn’t see the buoy because of the fog) and the boat split right up the gut. My heart skipped a beat. Laura and I were slammed against the rail as glass broke and we heard screaming. We looked down and saw Alice thrashing. Looking over at Laura we held hands and jumped in after her. We came down right beside her into the ocean. Waves thrashed around us as we climbed onto a piece of the boat that was floating and pulled Alice on with us. It was barely big enough for the three of us as we clung to each other and the wood.
That night seemed to go on forever. The waves swept us away from the boat. We remember seeing dinghy’s and such go in the water as people evacuated the boat. Around 3am in the morning the storm subsided but by then the Sea Princess was out of sight. We were cold and shivering. My sisters were in the white t-shirts when we had left our stateroom and now their large breasts pressed against the thin fabric. Even at this traumatic time I got aroused. Still nothing had been said as I watched my sisters drift into sleep. Slipping off the board I held on and starting kicking, hoping to reach land. When I next looked at my watch it was 10am and a small island was in sight. My sisters woke up in a daze. Laura saw me and asked, “where are we?”
“I have no idea sis. I just got off and started kicking in what I thought was the right direction. I think I see and island up ahead. Both Alice and Laura came alert and joined me in the water as we all kicked towards our refuge of the sea. When we finally reached the island we pulled up on the beach and feel asleep under the sun.
When I woke up next it was 9am the next morning. My sisters were still asleep. I looked at both of them. Their chests heaving as they slept. I look at their bosoms’ and felt the twinge in my groin. Thinking back to when we were 12 and when we masturbated and how much they’ve grown. Thinking of my dreams about fucking my sisters. I sighed and rose from the ground. Looking around I took stock of what we had. There was our piece of wood, the bag I had when we went for a smoke and that was it. I looked down and for the first time realised how parched I was. My stomach grumbled as I looked down at my now ratty clothes. The salt and sun had done havoc with the clothing and it was now tethered and torn. So were my sisters’ clothes. Laura started to moan and rolled over, waking Alice. They squinted as they felt the sun. “Where are were? What time is it?” asked Alice. Looking down at them, “I don’t know girls, on an island, in some ocean in some part of the world. We’ve been asleep for about one day.”
“SHIT! Why did this have to happen? I am so scared Mitch!” yelled Laura. Helping my sisters up I said, “I know Laura I know. I’m scared too but we have to survive. I don’t know about you but I am hungry. I say we look around for food.” My sisters agreed so we went hunting for food and spent the rest of the day eating berries and chips.
This continued for three days with no help in sight. We were lying in the shade, in the sweltering heat. We had found all kinds of fruit now. It was noon as we smoked in the shade. Alice looked at me as she passed me the cigarette, “their aren’t going to come Mitch. No one knows we’re here. Fuck, they probably think we are dead. And we probably will be soon.” She began to cry and I took her close. Soothing her I hugged her, feeling her breasts press against my chest. “Look girls, I know this sucks but we have to keep going on. If we want to survive we have to do it ourselves. Not wait for someone to come. We have to make a hut, find lot’s of food and try to stay out of the sun.” Alice wiped her eyes, “you’re right bro. What a shit I am for breaking down. I’m sorry. What should we do?” I smiled brushing a hair from her face, “don’t be sorry Alice, this is a shitty situation. First lets make a hut.” Laura was crying too now and we all hugged as we got up to make our new home. So for the rest of the day we made ourselves a “nice” house and collected all the fruits and vegetables we could.
That night we were sitting under the stars smoking one of our last cigarettes.
“You know girls, I’ve been thinking. I read once that you can get serious rashes if we keep our clothes on like this for a long period of time. With the sun and salt we could be in trouble.”
Laura smiled, “you just want to see us naked you silly shit!”
Alice smiled now too, “I bet you do, ever since we were 12! But you do have a point. I think he’s right Loo.” (Laura’s nickname) Laura sighed, “I know Ali, I’m just having fun.” She turned to me, “we have been thinking about seeing you naked too Mitch.” She said grinning at me. I started to grin now, “well don’t let me keep you waiting ladies.” Reaching down I pulled off my shirt. My tanned chest getting goosebumps in the cold night. Pulling my shorts off I revealed my now bigger cock. It was hard (how could it not be) as I watched my sisters undress as well.
Laura giggled as the sand touched her bare bum. Moving closer we lay side by side. Moving my hands around them I rubbed their shoulders. “You girls are even more beautiful than I imagined.” They both smiled and looked at my erect cock, “you’ve grown since we last saw each other. For the better too. MUCH better.” We all laughed as I pointed out their wet snatches. My hands moved as I cupped their breasts, each moaning in unison. “I hope we get off this island. There is so much I still want to do. I would hate to die a virgin.” Laura rose to one elbow, her breasts bouncing softly, her nipples erect, and “I was thinking that same thing!” Feeling Alice behind me, kissing my shoulder, “so do I Mitchmmmm seeing you is just making my pussy itch!” we all laughed at her rhythm. Moving closer to Laura I kissed her on the lips. They were chapped from the sun and we kissed hotly as we let out four years of sexual frustration. Alice, not wanting to be left out came up beside us and we actually managed to have a three-way kiss.
I smiled as they both licked their lips for me. “I have wanted you girls for so long. I have dreamt about fucking you so many times your pussies should be sore.” They both moaned, teasing me. “Then make them sore Mitch.” Laura replied. “Umm yes Mitchie, fuck us until we bleed and swell up. God we want it so bad. We always said sorry for what happened because we would masturbate together and you were alone.” Chipped in Alice. “Yes, take us now. Take me now. Fuck me Mitchie. We will do the other stuff later but fuck me now!” moaned Laura.
Smiling, I mounted Laura, she giggled with pleasure as my cock rubbed against her wet virgin hole. Blowing a kiss to Alice I pushed down into Laura, both of us moaning in extreme pleasure as her pussy accepted my cock perfectly. Feeling her cervix I kissed her passionately on the lips and broke her cherry. She moaned and they cringed as I took her girlhood. Recovering quickly she began to moan as my cock slid deeper. Moaning into her mouth I began to kiss the nape of her neck as I started to fuck my sister. She wrapped her legs around me, pushing me deeper as I fucked her deeper now. Moaning obscenities in my ear as I fucked her she bucked wildly back against me as I went harder into her pussy. Feeling her take my cock to the core I began to kiss her and fuck her like a wild man. Feeling the most amazing thing of my life as I made love to my sister. But all good things must end and as we went at it feverishly I felt my cock go rigid just before she spurted all over my cock. Moaning as I shot my load in her juicy cunt. After I stopped humping I lay in her for a moment. Looking down at the blood and cum in the sand she kissed me madly on the lips. Pulling out of her she got up to clean herself.
Alice was like a horny nymphomaniac. She looked at me and smiled, licking her lips, “Oh god MitchieI need your cock. Please fuck me, fuck me hard like you did Laura, I need it. Please fuck me. I will die without it.” I smiled and kissed her as I mounted my other sister. “I could never deny you my love Ali. You know that. God I love you and Laura so much, I’m beginning to wish we would never leave this island.” When she heard this she giggled and moaned, pushing up with her hips slamming my cock into her virgin cunt, taking her cherry with it. She seemed to soak in the pain and begged me immediately to start fucking her. My cock responded as I started to ride her like I had Laura. Turned on my her tight virgin hole I fucked her harder and deeper with each thrust. Pounding her box like I was riding a wild horse we left reality and entered pure lust. Swearing and banging roughly against me as I fucked her continuously harder. Biting her nipples and fucking her harder as Laura watched on, entranced. Finally I could hold out no longer and shot my warm sperm up her sweet sisterly pussy.
We both moaned a sigh of pleasure as I pulled out of her soppy, bloody, cumsoaked cunt. Laura helped her up and they waddled off together to clean up. Lying back in the sand I got up and went to our home to lie down in the bed. They returned shortly after and each kissed my passionately on the lips. “Thank you Mitchie, for taking our cherry’s. We want to give you our pussies for as long as you want them.” They said in unison. My cock rose when they said this and I smiled, “Thank you Loo, Ali. You were amazing. And I am going to want our pussies until the day I die. Maybe that’s why I’m so protective of you.” I responded grinning. Laura smiled, kissing me on the cheek, “that’s fine by me. I love you so much.” Alice looked down at my hard cock and eagerly got on. Riding me and fucking me like the nymphomaniac she was as we fell asleep, my cock buried in her cunt.
This continued for the next 2 months. We made love almost constantly. We dived into foreplay, each of my sisters took turns sucking me off and I would then eat them out. We fucked on the beach, in the water, in the hut on all parts of the deserted island. As time wore on our skin became used to the sweltering heat and we developed nice deep full tans. Every part of our body tanned. We also began to find more luxuries on our new island. We found small animals and killed them. Cooking them over a fire we sparked with rocks. We ran out of cigarettes fast but were surprised to find marijuana on the island. Soon smoking weed joined in with sex, as we would get high fucking our brains out into the night.
As time continued we built a new home. This one attached with vines to be secure and a nice big comfy bed. One day I was fucking Alice up the ass as we fucked like wild bores (which we had seen on the island). Alice loved anywhere she could get my cock. Grinding her ass back as my cock pounded her now well used asshole. My balls slapped against her thighs as I fucked her harder. Moaning she rubbed her big tits as she came on the side. I fucked her harder and she fell to her elbows as the water rushed over the sand. Laura walked up, her pussy drooling with envy, “Can we talk?” she asked. “Of course” Alice and I answered. I continued to fuck Alice as Laura began. “Well I have been wondering about this for a long time and I think I’m pretty sure. Mitchie, AliceI’m pregnant.” Alice moaned when she heard the news and I shoot my load immediately. Pulling from Alice’s ass with a pop I got up, grinning from ear to ear. Cum drooling out of her ass as I got up. “Really? That’s great Laura! Right?” Laura relaxed, “oh good! I was scared you would be upset.”
“Why would I be upset?” I asked. Laura never got to answer as Alice interrupted. “You know what? I probably am pregnant too! I mean, how can I not be?” We all hugged in glee, as we thought about how hot it would be to fuck with them pregnant. To celebrate we had a huge orgy that lasted 2 days. Filled with non-stop sex. There was never a moment one of us was not licked, fucked or being sucked at some time. Finally we collapsed in exhaustion.
8 months later Laura and Alice had 2 healthy baby girls. We had been preparing for it for a long time and set up sterile blankets for the children. As it turned out they were fine, as were their mothers (although they wished we had drugs).
One day our relationship was turned up a notch. We had become very accustomed to lots of sex and lots of weed. We would do many wild things while high. One day I was fucking Ali’s ass like a mad man while I ate Laura out. The girls were watching as their parents fucked and sucked like the sex addicted people we were. I was pounding Ali’s ass harder than ever, she was a true nymphomaniac as her pussy craved my cock at every chance. I was fucking her like a mad man, we had been going at it for an hour now, and her asshole was loose and swollen as I continued to fuck her rough. Her ass high in the air as her body rubbed against the ground as my cock gorged her ass. I was giving a mighty tongue lashing to Laura as she writhed on my tongue. I had been going at both for an hour now as they had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Laura turned around and we began to make out with wild lust as I fucked Alice incredibly hard. Her ass was turning red as she moaned in pain and pleasure. My stiff rod probing her ass.
Alice felt something and a HUGE amount of pleasure (she never said from pain or just pleasure) all of a sudden I felt warmth around my cock and we realised I had fucked her so hard I made her shit. She wiggled off my cock and looked at my shitty cock. Turning around on her knees she cleaned me thoroughly. This turned on Alice immensely as she orgasmed again. Watching her sister dive into water works made Laura jealous. While not turned on my shit she was turned on by piss. After my cock was cleaned she begged me to piss on her. Never one to let my sisters down I began to fulfil her wish. Ali, still on her high promptly cleaned up her sister as well. My balls we aching now and I got down and rammed my cock in Laura’s box. She screamed in pleasure and the kids giggled. I began to fuck her madly thinking of how nasty and slutty my sisters were. Alice climbed between us and along with Laura we ate Ali out. Our tongues embracing in a kiss as we fucked. Her hips thrashing against mine as my cock fucked her sweet cunt like it was made for. Both my girls moaning as we fucked harder.
Taking a hit of the weed my head began to spin as I fucking Laura harder and harder. She started to spasm on the sand from pleasure, pushing our tongues deeper up Ali’s cunt. She pinched and rubbed her nipples as she cummed on our faces just as I shot up Laura’s cunt. Moving out of Laura I pushed Alice down again and rammed my cock in her drooling pussy. Laura was still horny and took a hit from my weed. She blew smoke in our faces and grabbed my fist and slammed in her gaping cunt. Fucking both of my women hard as hell as they moaned and begged me to continue. Feeling my balls tighten from too much excitement I cummed earlier than normal. Pulling from Laura with a pop. Lying back as the girls eagerly sucked me off and ate each other out. Loving my nymphs.
In all we live on the island for 7 years before someone found us. By then we had quite the family. There were 11 of us in total. We made loincloths for the eventual day. We knew that sooner or later we would be found. By then I was deeply in love with both of my sisters and they with me. We had already committed to being a 3some for life. Our parents were overjoyed to see us alive. Mom cried for days with happiness. Dad died shortly after we returned. Four months to be exact. We eventually explained out situation and while they didn’t approve. Our parents accepted it. Now 20 years later we have moved back to the island. We bought it and a boat comes every week with supplies. We have a professionally built house with 3 levels. We have many modern appliances but not phones. We have a generator for light only. We moved back 5 years from being rescued. It was our life. Our mother would visit regularly but never joined our new family ways. We think she wanted to but respected her wishes. In all we had 20 children combined. 10 each. 14 girls and 6 boys. No one was ever pressured to join our family ways unless they wanted to. When they were 16 they had the choice to go live with their grandmother. For schooling we home taught our children. We each took a teaching course during our stay on “mainland.” We received all the new information, as it became available. To support us we lived off the land and sea and became accomplished children’s books authors.
Each of our children loved us dearly and whether they liked incest or not, never told and always respected us. As we write this now we are living with 6 of our daughters. They want to keep the tradition alive and with 9 women to service I get worn out. But I’ve always worked out so I should and will be fine. We love each other dearly and love Baby Island.
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Joey, 18, Senior, 5′ 11″, 140 lbs., 4.5″ uncut cock- Thin and curvy with feminine features, a soft face, and a round but firm ass. Crossdresses on the down low and has the hots for the shop teacher, Mr. Brennan.
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A naughty boy expresses his female side
It started in the shower.
The kids slept until it was light out, their internal clocks finely tuned to the sun, but Jack and I had to roll out of bed long before then. He always hit the snooze button at least twice, and I usually snuggled up to his broad, strong back until he rolled me over to reverse spoon and pulled my hips in to him so I could feel how hard he was for me. There wasn’t a day on earth that Jack didn’t wake up hard. It made me smile and wiggle back against him, all sleepy eyes and long limbs.
It was a very rare occasion when we had time for morning sex in our rush to get everything ready and everyone out the door on time. Still, he loved it when I reached back and squeezed and tugged on him in those drifting moments still caught between sleeping and awake. I liked to imagine what he’d been dreaming about as I reached back to stroke him against my ass— what new flavor of the feminine had entered his unconscious during the night—a dark, exotic beauty; a long, slender blonde, some cool drink of water; or maybe a curvy, fiery redhead like me?
It was an awkward angle for me to do for very long, and sometimes he took his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down the crack of my ass, or just moved the head against the soft skin of my cheek. Once in a while, if I’d forgotten and worn panties to bed, I’d curl my arm behind my back and pull my panties up tight. He loved to see me “bound” that way, even just the suggestion, my wrist twisted in the material and resting against my lower back, my bikini panties pulled taut and thin as a thong between my cheeks.
There were mornings when he felt more urgent, when he grabbed my hips and shoved his cock between my ass cheeks, rubbing it there, hard. Those mornings he’d press into me and stroke his cock against my ass, his breath coming faster against my neck, his cock an iron bar, hand pistoning up and down his shaft. I loved listening to the sweet flesh music of his hand on his cock. It made me moan and wiggle against him as I reached back to spread my ass for him—god, he loved that!—and arch my back so he could aim his cock at the tender little rosebud of my asshole. That usually sent him over the edge, my hands opening myself to him that way, and he would grunt and thrust and spill his cum deep into the crack of my ass.
Those were the days I really needed a shower.
I was the queen of fast showers, with a litany of things to do that day already running through my head. He was a shower lingerer, just standing for long moments under the water, soap in hand, while I was all-business, scrubbing and rinsing and shaving in record time.
Sometimes he could get me to linger with him, distract me from the endless lists of stuff to accomplish in my head. That’s where it really started, although I recognize it now as a progression from our early morning ass-stroking sessions. It happened more on mornings when he was still excited, those mornings he didn’t masturbate to completion in our bed, those mornings when his cock revived the minute soap and water were applied.
Those mornings he would take my hand and put it on his cock as he washed it, slick and hard and throbbing, something he knew never failed to interest me. I couldn’t
often resist a hard cock thrusting into my hand, even when there were other things to do.
Still, I would protest. “Jack, we can’t. I forgot to make lunches last night.”
“How about a little breakfast first?” He’d kiss me and then rub his fingers over my lips and I would know immediately what he wanted.
I loved sucking him off in the shower, although I didn’t often get the opportunity. I loved kneeling in the needling spray, gulping down his cock and his cum, nearly drowning in the cascade of water over my head as he shoved himself into my mouth. My pussy got wet just thinking about it.
“Jack, we can’t, really,” I’d tell him, finishing rinsing my hair.
“Then just let me stroke myself against your ass.”
And that’s how it started, me bent over in the shower, my hands braced against the tile, my legs spread, the hot water running over my ass as he kneaded my flesh, spreading my cheeks open and rubbing his cock up and down my slit, teasing my pussy and my clit, before he began stroking himself right against my asshole.
But it didn’t end there. Oh, no. That’s just where it started. One morning, he put his finger there, a gentle probing, a tickling tease. I shied away at first, embarrassed. For me, there was a grave difference between his cock, too enormous to gain purchase against that tiny hole when he stroked it there, and his finger, which seemed to have a sly intention. Of course, I was right.
His finger, slippery with the soap he was using to lubricate his cock, slid into my asshole. When I hissed at him and told him no, he didn’t take it out. Instead, he slid in another, increasing the pressure.
“Shh, Charlie, it’s ok,” he murmured to me, using the diminutive form of my name as a comfort measure as his fingers moved, slow, in and out.
“Jack!” I squealed as his fingers moved a little deeper. My face was flushed, and not just from the heat of the water in the shower. “That’s…that’s nasty!”
He chuckled, sliding his other hand between my legs, teasing my clit with one finger just the way he knew I loved. I moaned and arched my back, forgetting about what he was doing in my asshole for the moment.
“Does it feel nasty?” he asked me, rubbing my clit and fucking—yes, he was fucking my asshole—in a slow, easy motion and I was caught wiggling between shame and pleasure.
That first time, shame won out. I pulled away from him and got right out of the shower, drying off and not answering his calls, even when he stuck his head around the curtain.
When we talked about it later that night, as we were falling asleep, I blushed red again, telling him I didn’t want to do anything like it, and that if he insisted on pushing it, we could just shower alone—but the threat sounded hollow, even to me.
And it was. It was only a week or so before he did it again, slipping his finger into my asshole as I was bent over in the shower. This time he’d waited, getting me fully aroused before beginning his gentle inquiry. That time, I didn’t get out of the shower, and he came all over me with his fingers buried deep inside my ass.
The next time, I came so hard my ears were ringing, rubbing my own clit as he fingered my ass and pussy all at once. That time I turned around and sucked him off, as eager to have his cum as he was to give it to me.
The time after that, we crossed into entirely new and frightening territory. I was used to his fingers now, two, sometimes three of them fucking me at once. I liked rocking against him as he fingered my pussy and my ass together, filling me completely.
When he pressed the head of his cock against the tight ring of my asshole, however, that’s where I drew the line. Again, I hurried out of the shower right away, dried off and ignored him for the rest of the morning, no matter what he said. It wasn’t until late that night, the darkness providing enough cover for my shame, that I told him how scared I was, and he held me and rocked me and told me how much he loved me.
And that’s how I got here—my ass in the air, my cheek resting against the cool sheet, two bottles of K-Y on the bed and Jack kneeling behind me, his cock slick and aimed toward a place I never would have believed I could let him enter.
“Wait, wait, wait!” My hands pressed his thighs, my eyes closed tight. The head of his cock positioned right there. I was tense and couldn’t seem to let go.
“It’s ok, baby.” He just rubbed me there, a familiar feeling. I let myself relax a little, enjoying the feel of his KY-slick fingers stroking my tender flesh.
“Ok, ok.” I arched my back, taking a deep breath. I felt him press the head of his cock there again. The tip of him was easy at first as it met my soft, puckered opening, but then his engorged flesh stiffened and strengthened, coming up against a tight band of resistance. “Ohhhh wait, wait!”
He stopped, but he didn’t pull back this time. I felt my own refusal, my whole body a bright red, flashing neon “No!”
“Play with yourself.” His hands gripped my hips, cock pressed tight against my asshole. He wasn’t giving up an inch now.
I reached between my legs, my fingers parting my lips. In spite of my fear, my pussy was swollen, wet, my fingers sliding easily among the delicate folds.
“God, you have such a beautiful cunt.” His voice was full of lust and I knew he was watching me finger myself. I circled my clit with my index finger, large circles growing smaller, zeroing in at a slow, steady pace. A familiar tingling began between my legs and I lost myself in the sensation, working my fingers faster now, my breath hot against the sheet.
Jack pushed in a little further and I gasped and moaned. “Ohhhh no, honey! Wait, wait, please!” I begged him.
“Don’t stop touching yourself.” He pushed in a little harder.
I writhed beneath him. “Ohhh baby, honey, god, I can’t take it! I can’t take that much, please!” His cock felt three times its normal size. I felt my body rejecting him, wanting to expel him, find a way out of this. “Ohh Jack, oh my god, please!”
“It’s ok.” He was panting, as if what he was doing required a great deal of effort. I didn’t know if it was the holding back or the pushing in. “Keep rubbing your clit.”
I did, my fingers a sweet distraction from the hot throbbing steel rod pressing into my behind. “Oh please, please, please, please, please.” I was begging him, and I didn’t even know what for. Some sort of release?
“Just a little more,” he whispered and I felt a slight pop as my ass opened to accept the entire head of his cock.
“Ahhhh god!” I was shaking, my face flushed. “No more, I can’t!”
“That was the hardest part.” His hands stroked my ass, my hips.
My body began to adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching me open in places it wasn’t used to being distended. “Go slow. Please. Slow.”
“Ok.” His voice was a whisper, and he pulled on my hips, giving himself some leverage.
“Slow, slow, slow!” I felt him pressing deeper into me—the thin, tight band of flesh that had kept him at bay had now been pushed past, over the swell of him. He had a straight shot toward my center now.
“Jack, ohhhh god, it’s so much!” I couldn’t believe how vast he felt in me.
“Can you take more?” He squeezed my hips, his hands holding me steady.
“Yes.” I breathed it into the bed. “Yes. Go ahead.” He got himself another inch, maybe two. “Wait, wait!”
“Does it hurt?”.
I shook my head, panting with the effort to take him into me. “No. I just… I have to get used to feeling it. So full.”
“More?” His hips rocked a little.
“Yes.” I pressed back against him, aching to feel the saddle of his hips against my ass. “Come on, that’s it. Deeper. Is there more? Yeahhh, I can take it, baby. All the way in me.”
Jack moaned as he sank into my flesh, buried now, to the hilt.
“You’re in my ass.” I was filled with wonder. “Oh my god.”
“I’m gonna fuck your ass.” His voice sent a shiver through me.
“Oh, honey, easy!” My mind had only just gotten wrapped around the idea of penetration—I hadn’t made it to the idea of being fucked yet.
The delicate flesh around my asshole flowered open as he began to pull back, easing almost all the way out of me. I felt the tip of him, the ridge which had felt so impossible, easing out, and then back in.
“Slowwwww.” My thighs shook. “Ohh honey, please, please.”
He was moving now, in and out of my ass. “Oh, it’s so tight. Charlie your ass is so tight!”
“Do you like it?” I pressed back against him, feeling how hard he was inside of me. “Do you like fucking my ass?”
He groaned, driving harder against me, and I met his thrust, rocking back. I loved the feel of him grinding into me, the sound of his grunts and moans. His lust, his pleasure, sent me soaring, and my fingers moving faster and faster over my clit.
“Harder,” I whimpered, my fingers wet and slick with my juices as I circled my clit. “Ohh, please, fuck me harder!”
He did, his balls slapping against my pussy, his fingers using the bones of my pelvis like handle grips, pulling me back to him again and again. I loved feeling him ram into me with such force, with a slick, wild abandon that left me panting and moaning.
“Oh, fuck my ass!” I felt my orgasm building, his cock a driving force against my ass, my fingers working my clit for all I was worth. “I want you to come in my ass!”
He groaned at the words, and I felt him beginning to let go, his movements filled with purpose and longing now, heading toward an ecstatic finish line.
“Oooo baby, you’re gonna make me come!” I arched my back and buried my fingers in my pussy as I shuddered with it, my thumb still rubbing on my clit, sending sweet waves through my body as I bucked and writhed beneath him.
He was just behind me, sliding me forward onto the bed, my knees collapsing as he plunged into my ass with all of his weight. His whole body quivered against the length of mine, his cock a throbbing wet pulse as he spilled waves of his cum into my depths.
When I was later tucked against him, my bottom still throbbing, I didn’t wonder anymore how I got there as he petted me and held me and kissed my forehead, still flushed and sweat-dampened. For once, I didn’t feel rushed or out of time. As I looked back at our journey toward that moment, I knew just how I got there—and I was filled with him and felt complete.
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Doctor Gance and SHEILA continue to run
The conclusion of Teri’s and Sherry’s ordeal
This a fucking true African Story its a must read And don’t mind the errors please this my first time writing
High school girl next door puts on many a show for her neighbor, then takes it to a higher level by seducing him. Takes a while to develop, so please don’t neg-vote it if you’re in a hurry.
The head nurse clashes with an intern who drugs the head nurse then uses her to show humiliating medical procedures to a group of eighteen year old high school seniors
This is the story of how Samantha and Brian started experimenting and exploring.
“Fuck bro, just stick my fucking cock in your mouth. I want to feel your mouth on it.” he slurred. I pulled back his white underwear and out popped the most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen. It was 8 inches long, about 4 inches wide, not too many veins but enough to make it look like a man’s cock. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I’ve recently divorced and am now single again. I’m bisexuel. I’m not really looking for any long term relationships and enjoy having my own place and my independance again.
My favourite sex is with a girl and two guys. I like the different combinations.
I get really exciteable around my ovulation each month and often end up having some great experiences.
An (ex) boyfriend took me to portugal in his camping van once. I don’t enjoy camping at all and was thinking I would be much better off with a guy who could afford some really expensive hotel rooms instead.
We were driving back home to france through the center of spain on the long barren highways. It was hot and he had no air conditioning in his van, of course. I was wearing a short thin summer dress with nothing underneath. The dress was very see through but as we were going to be in the van all day long I didn’ think about it. It was cooler and more comfortable like that. My boyfriend had already shot his load inside me that morning and I just hadn’t bothered to put my panties back on. Besides, I was still feeling really sexy and had been left very disappointed from the all to brief morning excitement.
My boyfriend asked me if I was hungry. I said no I wasn’t hungry but that I was bored. He wasn’t listening and pulled into a restaurant on the road side anyway.
I tied up the straps on my high heeled shoes and followed him into the restaurant. My boyriend wasn’t paying any attention to me, just thinking about his food no doubt. I knew I should have probably put some underwear on but I was feeling really sexy and I was frustrated from the boredom of the long drive. The restaurant had a few truck drivers and was filled with thick cigarette smoke. They were all looking at me as we walked in and sat at the bar. I had difficulty trying to sit on the high bar stool. My shoes kept slipping on the metal foot rail and I kept having to pull my dress back down as I was slipping off the seat.
The barman was staring at my perte excited nipples which were now very apparent through my thin dress. My boyfriend was busy with his tapas and I was getting very excited knowing the attention that I was getting. I was ovulating and seriously in need of some long hard attention that my boyfriend was just not giving me. I prefer well dressed men (and women too) and I like chic restaurants and hotels. But after that has got me into the right sexy mood the truth is that I like it hard and dirty and when I’m orgasming I always fantasize that I’m being gangbanged with lots of spurm dripping from every hole and with guys shooting their load over my body, face and hair. Once I had a girl pee over my face as I flicked her clitoris with my tongue.
I used to work in a bar and I know that men are usually more timid and well mannered when facing a sexily dressed woman. If a drunk starts behaving badly the others are quick to prove themselves the perfect gentelman ! But I was not too sure about these spanish men and a little worried for my boyfriend. But I was horny and enjoying the attention. I could feel my juices rubbing between my thighs I was so horny. God only knows what would have happened if I didn’t have my boyfriend with me then !
Anyway after my boyfriend finished eating he got up to go to the loo. Immediately an unshaven, but quite attractive, man stepped over and tried to say bonjour in french, making some of the other men giggle like school girls. I smiled and asked if he spoke french. His hand slide down the side of my dress and onto my leg. I smiled and trying to look offended said “je vous en prie” while his hand moved straight under my dress along my inner thigh. He didn’t leave me much time to open my legs a little as he started to massage my very wet pussy. I thought I was going to have the fasted orgasm in my life when suddenly he pulled his hand back and his expression completely changed. He said bonjour to my boyfriend and asked where we were going. My boyfriend replied and said lets go to me. I followed him out and turning slightly said goodbye.
As the door shut the near silence inside became more audiable immediately.
My boy friend asked what that was about and I said that he was just being friendly. We continued driving on the long boring highway homewards. My mind was drifting off back to the truck drivers bar, thinking back to my younger days when I had done some stripteases in the bar where I worked. I think they would have gang raped me at this spanish bar if I had done anything like what I did when I was younger.
I started squeezing my hardened nipples and then massaging my breasts. My boyfriend started to look at me curiously. I parted my legs and started to play with my pussy, at first caressing and squeezing my erect clitoris like my nipples. When I worked in the bar in belgium as a young girl the boss really wanted to fuck me. I didn’t let him at first but whilst he drove me home early in the morning after a nights work I would do a little masturbation show for him on the leather passenger seat of his BMW. He would park somewhere and wank himself furiously to my little show.
I was getting really horny and spread my legs further apart. I pulled up my dress around my stomach so that my boyfriend could have a good view of my open pussy. He asked what I was doing and what would happen to us if the police stopped us. I thought that at least I would get a really good fucking if the police stopped us !
Then he started worrying about the cars overtaking us, incase they could see. I pulled my dress off over my head, completely naked except for my high heeled shoes. I put my feet up on the dash board of his van and spread my legs out wide, rubbing my pussy. The truck drivers on the otherside of the road were just staring down into the large windscreen of the van, getting a full view of my open pussy.
I arched my bottom upwards pushing my pussy further forward so that I could get my finger all the way up inside my bum from behind. I always need something in my bum to make me orgasm ! I could feel all my muscels tense as my orgasm felt like it gushed out. I checked to see if I had squirted as it had really felt like it. I never do but it always feels as though I have.
I slipped my dress back on and smiled at my astonished boyfriend who could only ask what I had to do that for. I replied I was bored.
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Ever since Brandon was bitten, the house has been filled with his intoxicating musk that his sister is totally unable to resist…
Sis comes home
Hi my name is Troy and I am 19 and heres my story..
Sorry for any mistakes. Is it love or not Ben dosent know what to think
Twins Nick and Katie had always been close…maybe too close
Roxy stole money from an infamous gang leader. And now, she’s paying the price.
Dave is left babysitting his sisters, what could have been a disaster turns out to be the best thing that happened to him
I tried to make this entertaining beyond the sex scenes.
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Happy Father’s day!
A novel length story of love, sex and more sex.
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The names have all been changed, including mine, to protect the not so innocent. If you want to read more about my history, read the prologue. Chapters 1 and 2 deal with meeting Molly and how our relationship evolved. Read Chapters 3 and 4 for more about Sanrda.
Chapter Six
Not knowing what else to do to pass the time, walked over to my computer to check my emails. Seeing hundreds of new messages forced a groan from my lips. Quickly scanning the senders and subjects, it appeared most were from parents. Scrolling all the way down, I noticed one from Jim that was marked urgent. Hesitantly, I opened it and saw that he had sent out a notice to all parents explaining the event that had taken place between a male teacher and two senior female students. He expressed regret and promised an inquiry with the full board, but reiterated that the initial findings showed that the male teacher was not to blame. While he didn’t name me, the hundreds of emails made it clear that everyone knew who he meant. Fucking great.
I was filled with trepidation as I opened the first email. Surprisingly, it and the vast majority expressed shock and dismay yet promised to speak with their child and offered their support during “this trying time”. I thanked them for not jumping to conclusions and said all I wanted was to put it behind me. A few were from fathers who felt that I was to blame and had somehow set it all up. More than one threatened to kick my ass. Awesome. Now I will have to watch my back at school. I didn’t respond, as I doubt anything I could come up with would sound like a cover up. So I forwarded them to Jim and asked him for advice before I replied. I was a bit proud of myself for my restraint. Had I been a decade younger I would have arranged a place and time to settle the matter. I was a bit of a hot head in my 20s.
Halfway through the list, I was shocked when I opened an email to find several scantily-clad pictures of an attractive woman. My email address was registered to the school district and I knew they saved a copy of all correspondence and reserved the right to read every message. I sure hoped that the IT guys overlooked this one as I didn’t need any more scandal right now. Her message was brief:
“I found the photos of you on my daughter’s phone. I have had a crush on you for a while Mr. White, and hope that you don’t think me too forward by sending you photos showing what seeing your gorgeous cock you did to me.” A photo of a bare, swollen pussy that was slick with her excitement filled my screen. Her labia was swollen with desire and her clit had emerged from hiding to announce her arousal, The thick lips were distended as if something thick and hard had just been removed from their velvety embrace. It was a very pretty pussy. “I would love to get together and discuss your situation privately.”
She included her name, address and every possible way to contact her. I couldn’t think of a way to respond, so I simply closed the message. I had not expected a reaction like hers. Nor did I expect the erection that bumped the desk when I stood to grab a drink. True, I had stared at her photo for a while. At first, I was too stunned to do anything else. Then I was captivated by her brazenness and delicious looking pussy.
Geez, I had more sex in the past twenty-four hours than I had in the previous five years! My cock should be quite content and resting comfortably, but it seems that my time with Sandra had only made him crave more attention. I chuckled and wandered to the kitchen for a drink. He had lost some vigor by the time I returned and I resumed reading and responding to most of the emails.
There were several more emails from women who offered to meet for coffee or a quiet dinner, but none of the others included nude photos. I confess, my self-esteem soared thinking of all these women lusting after me. My active imagination began displaying scenario after scenario of me allowing them to seduce me into their beds and leaving them breathless from our vigorous, repeated fuck sessions.
My daydreams were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone. I flipped it over to see Sandra was calling. Confused, I answered, “Hello?”
She giggled into the phone, “Hey you. Miss me yet?”
I smiled, “Of course!” I breathed huskily, “If you were here I would show you just how much.”
“Oh shit Jarod! I just put on a pair of dry panties. If you keep talking like that I’m going to need a fresh pair before I can walk around Alyssa.” Peals of her laughter drifted through the phone, “She kept asking what the funny smell was in the living room and when Christie went to the bathroom she asked if I had been,” Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, “fucking before they came over.”
Chuckling at the image of her blushing at Alyssa’s bold question, “Did you tell her that my cum was still dribbling out of your pussy?”
“JAROD! You are terrible. I told her no, that she was imagining things.” She paused, “I don’t think she bought it.”
“I don’t think she did either. You are a terrible liar.”
“Don’t I know it!” she whined bitterly. Sighing heavily, she continued brightly, “So when do I get to see you again?”
I took a deep breath to mull it over. I was getting hard thinking of all the things I would be doing to her had our day together not been interrupted. “Hmmm, I don’t know Sandra. It is far too risky to do anything at your parent’s house again. I’ll try to find a motel in the area that we can use.”
“A motel? I’m not that kind of girl Jarod. What if I came over to your place?” Her voice cracked as she asked, betraying her nervousness.
“I would normally say no. My house is my haven, my respite from the world. I have never had a lover here.” My cock was telling me to give her the address so that he could once again be buried inside her lovely, lithe body.
“Lover? Is that what we are?” Her voice was thick with emotion, but I had no idea which one. Damn it! Did I say the wrong thing?
“We’ve had sex three times Sandra and you slept with my dick in your hands, so yes I would say we are definitely lovers.”
She squealed so loudly into the phone I had to move it away from my head to prevent permanent ear damage. Seems that was the right answer. “If I was there I would be sucking that beautiful cock of yours!”
I laughed, “And I would let you!”
“Damn it Jarod, when can I come over? And where do you live? What should I wear? Do I need to bring anything?”
I chuckled at her eagerness and cut her off before more questions could spill out of her. “What if I cook dinner and you come over tonight?” I had a disturbing thought, “Do you trust the girls enough to leave them alone?”
“I would love that Jarod, but I agree leaving these two alone would be a BAD idea. Alyssa would probably talk Christie into hosting an orgy or something. Why does Alyssa’s brother have to be such a perv?”
I laughed, “He’s a guy. We are all pervs. You didn’t seem to mind my pervy nature last night. Oh, and what is up with calling me Jarod?”
“Well, I figure that since you put that magnificent cock of yours into me that I don’t have to call my LOVER by his last name.”
“When you put it that way, I am forced to agree.”
She giggled, “Why do I get the feeling that doesn’t happen very often?”
Laughing I replied, “You are far wiser than a nineteen year old ought to be. So you can’t come over tonight. What about tomorrow night?”
“Hmmm. I should be able to get Christie to stay with one of her friends. I’ll tell her I am having a guy over and that should get rid of her. So what time? What should I wear? Do I need to bring anything?”
“Sandra, relax. Come over around six and we can cook together; then spend the rest of the night relaxing together. You don’t need to bring anything, unless you want dessert. Well, maybe a change of clothes to wear home tomorrow. Wear whatever you like, but I will probably be in just a shirt and jeans. At least I will until you rip them off me and then I’ll just wander around naked.”
“Maybe I should come over at five so you can fuck me silly before dinner. It would be hot watching you cook me dinner wearing nothing but a smile.”
“Five sounds good. I am planning to pan-sear some fish, so I will be wearing at least an apron.”
Sandra laughed, “Oh that would be so cute! Please tell me you have one of those frilly aprons with a bunch of bows on it.”
I chuckled, “Heck no! I have a very manly apron. It’s camo. There is nothing manlier than camo.”
Once again, her laughter drifted through the phone. I do so enjoy making a woman laugh. “Oh, this I have to see!”
I gave her my address and then got busy straightening up once we hung up. I clean regularly, so it wasn’t too much work to have the house looking great. I may be a guy, but living like a slob bothers my OCD nature. A clean house allows me to relax completely. I checked the fridge to make sure I have everything I would need.
The sun was setting, so I slipped on some shorts and walked out onto the back deck to watch it. As I watched my thoughts turned back to the situation with Molly. I knew that I wanted her, but I wanted more than a tawdry, short-lived fling. For nearly four years she had captivated me, drawing me into her orbit. I feared drawing too close, lest I be burned by the contact. But at the same time I can’t deny how I ache to explore every inch of her body before sliding my cock into her until we both collapse from exertion.
I jumped a bit when the house phone rang. Very few people had the number, so I strolled over and lifted the cordless from its cradle without checking the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Jarod? It’s Molly. I, um, oh gosh.” I was shocked to hear how nervous she was as she rambled. It was the first time I had ever heard her sound the least bit unsure. “This is more difficult than I thought. I, um, need you to know that what happened yesterday can’t happen again.”
I was very confused. We hadn’t done anything, “Sorry Moll, but you lost me. Did I pass out or something while you were here?”
“Don’t make this any harder on me.” I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was blushing deeply. “I nearly touched your, um, thing. I’m married for Christ’s sake!”
I fought the urge to laugh, but it was not an easy struggle. She was upset because she NEARLY touched my dick and yet had let some random guy fuck her last year. I will never understand the way women think. “Okay Molly. I promise to never let you almost touch my thing again.” I lost the battle and snickered a bit as I finished my sentence.
“I’m serious! Look, we can talk about this later I think Chris just pulled in. Promise me that we’ll behave in the future.”
The words were out of my mouth before I could process them, “Sure Moll. I’d do anything for you. You know that.” Shit! Why the fuck did I say that? I was supposed to be pissed and angry, not bowing to her every whim.
“Thanks Jarod. Got to go. I’ll try to organize a night out dancing this weekend. Bye!” So a night of grinding and humping each other on the dance floor is okay, but not stroking my thigh on my couch? That’s a great example of female “logic” for you.
I woke before sunrise and was out the door in a few minutes. I jogged the five miles since my legs were still sore from the intense workout in the gym. I barely made it to the road by the lake before the sun crested over the horizon. This was my favorite route in the morning, just for this view. I was tempted to stop and enjoy it, but doubted I would be able to convince my sore muscles back into the slow gait.
Once I was home, I stripped off the sodden clothes. It was unseasonably warm, and in Texas that means the low temperature barely dipped below seventy degrees. So I was dripping sweat despite the slow pace. I toweled off and grabbed a sports drink out of the fridge. It felt great as I gulped it down. I grabbed my Tiger Tail and started rolling it over my legs. They were less defined than normal due to not running a marathon in over a year. I had been having trouble with my right calf so had taken time off to let it rest. I still admired the way each muscle flexed and rippled beneath my skin as I changed positions during the self-massage.
I made a simple breakfast and tried to come up with ideas on how to stay busy until five pm. Somehow I managed to pass the time without going crazy. I did some yard work, getting the beds ready for planting. I shook my head when I saw my neighbors planting flowers. Texas weather is always unpredictable but we were due for at least one more cold snap before Spring set in for good. I was baking under the sun and not for the first time wished I had been able to install a pool in the backyard. Maybe next year, I told myself. Of course, I had been saying that for three years. But maybe with my new pay raise I could swing it.
When it got too hot, I grabbed a towel and headed to the park. I slipped off my shoes and laid down my towel before sprinting for the dock. The water was so cold, I felt as if it sucked the air out of my lungs through my skin. I swam for the surface and spent a few minutes gasping as my body adjusted to the drastic temperature change. I spent at least an hour splashing around and swimming.
It was two pm when I got home, so I made a light lunch and cleaned up the gardening tools before hopping in the shower. I spent extra time shaving my nether regions in anticipation of the night to come despite barely being able to feel any stubble. As I keep my hair short, grooming takes very little time. I slipped on my jeans and at the last second I pulled on a polo instead of a simple t-shirt.
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Sorry it has taken so long to get this posted up. Life tends to put a lot of challenges in ones way, but enough of my problems. I hope you enjoy the third part because this maybe the last I fear.