The Reddit Poll that Changed My Life – Part 2 [MF][oral][anal][technically not incest]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/saxsqp/the_reddit_poll_that_changed_my_life/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Part 2:

I can’t help but be both amused and turned on by seeing my little sister, Maya, walking out of the car, trying to prevent my cum from dripping down her legs.

Most of the rest of the evening is pretty uneventful, as we’re all too tired and it’s too dark to do much. After all of 5 minutes of unpacking the car and laying dibs on the various beds and rooms in the cabin, we sit around outside and unwind. There’s little more satisfying than the unhealthy delight of cheese-flavored chips and prepackaged chocolate cookies eaten under the Milky Way.

But it gets a little chilly up here in the mountains at night, even in the middle of the summer, so we all quickly retire to our rustic chambers. In our room of the cabin, Maya had called dibs on the top bunk, so I slide into my sleeping bag on the bottom bunk. Once the lights are off, I lay awake reflecting on everything that had happened today. It was all so surreal. I’d been living my life normally, then I answered that poll and that notebook dropped into my life, and now I was a certified sister-fucker*. And I wasn’t even ashamed in the slightest about it. And not just because of the asterisk.

[M4F] The Bridesmaid and the Morning After

*All characters are 18+*

It was one of those sun-bleached California mornings when everyone lays around saying “I drank too much last night.” My hotel suite overlooked the pool and before my alarm even went off, I was stirred awake by the shouts of kids doing cannonballs off the diving board. I had apparently passed out in only my underwear; a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs, the fabric of which was presently being strained by a massive erection. Across the grey carpet I could see the trail we left; my blue blazer, your crumpled dress, my white shirt, your thigh high stockings, my necktie, your high heeled shoes. I rolled over and there you were. Head on the pillow, hair cascading down your back, wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties adorned with a little pink bow. I could see the remnants of my dried cum still sticking to your thigh. Your eyes were shut, lost in dreamland.

Virgin to Cumslut Pt. 2 [F24/M40s] [mdom]

I spent the whole rest of my day trying to figure out if I should go to Brian’s house that night. I mean, did I really want to get this involved with some old dude? But I could tell my body wanted it, badly. I kept telling myself that was just my horniness getting the better of me, I should just go home and cum- then I would be able to think clearly. At the same time, I couldn’t help but want to obey his order not to cum without his permission. I wanted him to use me. I wanted to be his cumslut.

Back to His Roots: Chapter 10

The silent figure stepped from the shadows in front of Jake and Bree, brandishing a custom made hunting knife, the hooked blade as long as his forearm with a serrated edge along the back. The killer peered through two eyeholes cut out in a hessian bag that covered their head and was tied firmly at the base around their neck. They stepped forward with an intimidating stance , Jake and Bree stepping backwards in kind. Without a moments notice, the bagman lunged forward, swinging his giant blade towards Jake.
Time slowed for Jake as bagman launched his attack, the blade swinging horizontally at head height. Jake reflexively responded, falling backwards towards Bree and shoving her backwards, sending her sliding across the polished floor towards the doorway to Function Room Two.
“Run!!!” Jake called to her.
Bree skidded to a stop in the dooway and looked back to find Jake rolling sideways across the floor, avoiding another strike. As he faced the floor mid roll, he pushed down against the polished surface and propelled himself into the air, spinning and landing on his feet near the corpse of the DJ. His eyes met the vacant stare of the bagman and then he glanced to Bree. As they locked eyes Jake’s normally calm posture grew tense, an aura of seriousness entered his form; a rare occasion for him indeed. Bree nodded and fled from the room as Jake quickly assessed his situation. The bagman lunged once more at Jake with his large blade, Jake ducking and evading to his right before making a beeline to the doorway that Bree fled through.
Beneath his hessian laden face, Bagman gave a sinister grin as he looped a length of chain around the exterior doorway, and fastened it with a padlock. He prowled the room, running his knife along the tables, flicking drinks to the floor.
“Adjust your eyecam. I can’t see correctly.” Haskill ordered through the headset.
Bagman obliged and adjusted the small eyecam planted amongst the fibres of the hessian and then crossed the room in his heavy boots.
“Kill anyone in your way and retrieve that FOB. You can have your fun but don’t forget your mission.” He added.
“Affirmative” Bagman replied.

Do you like role play? ever want to join a brothel group?

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Life Changes Everything [FFM] [Straight Sex] [Bisexual Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Huge Ass] [Anal] [BBW] [Creampie] [Impregnation]

“Thank you again,” Sylvia said as we exited the main hall of the Comic-Con.

My cousin’s girlfriend, Sylvia, smiled at me as I carried her four bags. She had cleaned house on all the things she wanted to pick up while here.

“Yeah, thanks again,” Christie said.

Christie was Sylvia’s best friend and was my cousin’s best friend’s girlfriend.

“Max and Wayne would have never come with us,” Christie said.

“Please getting Max to do anything that interests me is a chore,” Sylvia said as we headed for the parking garage.

We all loved Overwatch the Blizzard game and had come dressed as our favourite characters. I came as Doomfist, Sylvia was Mercy, and Christie was Mei.

My cousin Max only played the shooting and sports games. He saw Overwatch as a lame knockoff.

“I love Max as my cousin, but he’s a piece of shit, as a friend or anything else,” I said.

Max had screwed me a couple of times, and as such, we weren’t on the best of talking terms. He still tried to be the want to be gangster that he listened to in the music or saw on television. I had grown past all that, but he always tried to pull me back. So I distanced myself from him, but we were still family, so we had to keep in touch now and then.

Friends With Benefits

Jazmine laid in bed unable to sleep. Bored and horny she took a glance at her phone.
Time: 11:58am
She contemplated on whether or not she should send a text in the group chat.
Jazmine and her friends we’re hyper sexual, for the most part everyone in the group has had sex with each other. They created the group chat on Snapchat so anyone bored or horny could find someone to be able to hook up with. This was safer to them compared to a hook up app or randomly meeting people since everyone knew each other for at least 5 years, and everyone practiced safe sex inside and outside the group. Everyone also got tested every few weeks.
The more Jazmine thought about it, the hornier she got. She thought about it for a moment before grabbing her phone and sending a text.
When she opened the group chat and began typing she saw Xavier’s name pop up in the chat, this made a knowing expression fall on her face, if Xavier opened the chat then she knew he was free and he was always down to fuck.
“You wanna fuck don’t you? 😏” Xavier sent the message before Jazmine could finish typing what she what she was gonna say
“Yesss 😩, come over?” She replied in less than a minute
“Yeah, I’ll be over in 15 minutes” He replied back
She replied with “:)” before hopping up and rushing to the shower she knew Xavier enough to know he always over estimated time just in case. He lived less than 5 minutes away (walking distance), if he said it would take that long he’d probably be getting in the shower and his showers weren’t usually long. If it would have been long he would have estimated longer. As she thought all of that she washed her body and finished it with a sugar scrub to leave her body nice and moisturized. She moisturized again with a liquid oil that had a nice scent before sitting on her bed and flicking through some music on Spotify that she could leave on in the background. Just as she decided she heard a knock on her door. Before heading down she glanced at the clock.
Time: 12:12am
Jazmine was 5 foot 3 she had a thick lower half, thick solid thighs, wide hips and a big soft ass. Compared to her body proportions, her waist would be considered tiny, her chest was on the smaller side and was perky so often she didn’t wear bras for support. Her hair was shoulder length from cutting it not too long ago and it was a curly coily combination. Her hair was a solid black color and she often wore it out with bobby pins to keep the hair out of her face. Jazmine’s skin was a medium brown tone but it was slightly darker due to her natural tans from spending most of her days outside. Jazmine took care of her body and skin through different skin care routines, moisturizing properly, exfoliating leaving her skin smooth, soft and moisturized.
Wearing an elegant gold -esque satin robe covering her naked body, Jazmine opened the door to find Xavier standing with a fitted black tee shirt on and some fitted thin, gray jogger’s on, Jazmine’s eyes roamed Xavier’s body landing on the imprint of his dick. This instantly made Jazmine wet and she instinctively bit her lip without knowing. Xavier studied her reaction and smirked a little understanding where her mind was and what she wanted. He stepped inside her house, closing and locking the door behind him with his back still turned to it, their eyes glued to one another. Now that he was inside her looked her up and down seeing what she was in, he hadn’t paid too much attention to it before to realize.
Xavier knew exactly what Jazmine liked and how to please her sexually, they’ve had sex a few times before. He was super freaky and there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to please his partners. He had amazing stamina due to working out at least 3 times a week, his active warehouse job and the sports/activities he did for fun.
He was built, his muscles were proportionate to his 5 foot 12 frame. He had thick coily black hair that was always kept short but long enough to grip it. Just the way Jazmine loved it.

Shadow of the Seraph: Union [M/F] [M/F/F] [Polyamory] [Anal] [Space Opera/Sci-Fi Fantasy]

Sarah Hawke’s final book in the Shadow of the Seraph series just came out on amazon [here](https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09Q3QHL36). I’m a patreon patron of hers, and I got to read an early release. I can’t recommend this book, or this series, enough. It does a masterful job of painting a cool, distinct sci-fi world, the writing is top tier, the action is thrilling, and the sex is sizzingly hot. It’s more than just great smut, too. The story is epic. I definitely recommend the two books that came before it as well.

[MF] (UK) – 17th Century princes had a whipping boy who received punishment when the prince misbehaved. This story is about a princess and her spanking girl.

In 17th Century Europe, the tutor to a boyhood prince was faced with a dilemma. The tutor was required to discipline the prince for misbehavior, but was unable to physically punish the prince. The solution to this dilemma was for a friend of the boy prince to receive punishment for the prince’s failings. The recipient of this punishment was called *the whipping boy*.

**The Spanking Girl**

I had spent the whole blue-sky weekend in the garden, digging and chopping and sawing. Hard physical work in the gentle spring sun. As the Sunday turned to sunset, I was sawing through the trunk of a teenage oak – a rebellious tree that has gatecrashed the garden of the elderly lady that previously owned my dilapidated property. Thirsty work.

The sweet homely fragrance of a baking cake caught my attention and I looked to the kitchen. Princess grinned at me and waved, smiling infectiously, her blue summer dress speckled with flour. I made the drink sign and she nodded enthusiastically. I returned to my work.

Shortly Princess came into the garden, nervously carrying a full glass of cold beer, trying not to spill.

“Princess!” I said suddenly.