Wow, what a weekend! I’m so tired and achy, but in such a good way. Things started heating up almost the second my mom left the house. My step dad (Jimmy) made me breakfast and when I went to get dishes for the table, he smacked my ass, I yelped and he laughed and said “just messing with you”. There was something in his laugh and the way he looked at me that made me hot in my stomach. Later on that day, after I finished my schoolwork he did take me mini golf. For a Saturday night, it wasn’t very full, the place was a little run down, I guess most people go to the movies or something instead, but I love mini golf so much that I didn’t care. It was just me and my step dad for most of the game. When he hit one ball it got stuck in a windmill and he told me to go down on my knees and try and get it out for him. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I crawled in my tiny jean cut offs and reached my arm under the windmill in search of the missing golf ball. My fingers felt along the old wooden panels until I finally found that pesky ball “got ya!” It was only as I went to pull it out, that I realized that my tank top was stuck on some wood. “Jimmy, can you help me? My shirt is stuck!” I felt his hands on my waist, traveling slowly up my shirt, barely grazing the sides of my breasts, then around to my neck and my shirt’s collar, to get me loose from the wood. He pulled me up and for a moment we were face to face, my chest touching his “thanks daddy” I whispered and then put his ball back in his hand.
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Playing games with the step-dad Part 1. (M) (f) (inc)
I should really be more careful, I don’t know what possess me to dress the way I do around my step dad Jimmy. It’s like I want him to look at my body…okay maybe I do, is that so wrong? Maybe that’s why I sat so close to him on the couch last night when my mom was working late. I wore my old black yoga pants, with nothing underneath, they’re too sheer now to go to yoga class in, but they’re fine for sleeping in, or teasing my step daddy with. I always wear little white tank tops when I know he’s going to be around, because I am totally proud of my body, it looks way better than it used to. My belly is flat, but my chest certainly isn’t, and horseback riding has made me have very fit looking legs.
My Angel, Part 2 [Mf] [inc]
Chapter 2 – On The Town
More than 2 weeks had passed since the fateful forbidden night I’d fucked my 18-year-old stepdaughter Angel on my marriage bed while my wife was out of town; we had spent a glorious weekend in each others’ arms, only leaving the bed to shower and eat, then diving right back into another sex session (although most of the showering ended up as a sex session too; try soaping up the ripe round tits of a redheaded sex kitten without wanting to fuck them).
Since then, after my wife had returned from her conference (the welcome-home sex that night had been particularly energetic and noisy; I knew as we banged the headboard against the wall that Angel was on the other side of that wall, lying in bed furiously fingering herself or fucking herself with her vibrator), my Angel and I had been forced to be a little more circumspect in our affections; there were lots of meaningful looks across the dinner table (and a few risky games of footsie), good-morning kisses that lingered just a second too long, and one incredible blowjob in the laundry room while my wife was on the treadmill, that ended with Angel smiling up at me, her beautiful face, swanlike neck and round full tits coated with my thick hot cum. I had eagerly returned the favor, eating out her hot shaven pussy as she sat on the pulsating dryer with her skirt around her waist and her legs around my neck.
Their first night together. [MF] [anal]
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Brad was Sophia’s favorite lover. He knew all of her deepest desires. Some she didn’t even know she had until he unleashed them. She was the new girl at work still a little shy but very bubbly.
He had been there a while. He knew his way around, how could he not with his killer smile, in most every sense. Sophia had no idea the ride Brad would take her on. They became friends quickly. Text messages turned into spending time outside of work together.
The first time she went to his place it had been a while since she had felt a real sexual release. Brad invited her over for some fun. She was more excited than she knew. She walked into his home greeted by his gorgeous green eye and sly but cocky smile. The awkward moment only last that. A moment. Before she knew it his hand were all over her body. And they had made it to the back of the house and into his room.
Crossdresser dream cum true [cuck][anal][soft nc][huml][MFMMM]
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We were packing for a well needed vacation. Anne and I had been married for 12 years and this is probably our fourth vacation. We got married at a young age, while sometimes it seems to early, most of the time it seemed perfect for us. A couple of years ago, I came out to Anne as a crossdresser. She didn’t take it well. Months of stress built up but, things seemed to level out as we found out what worked for the both of us. You see, I love her dearly but, my desire to dress was in need of an outlet. I had pushed those thoughts from my mind for about 5 years each time. Each time, the desire came back with a vengeance. I decided a couple years ago, to come clean and share my deepest darkest secret. Anne had other thoughts. She didn’t want anything to do with it. We came to an agreement that I wouldn’t do it near her or around her. And as long as I stayed faithful to her, she would deal with occasionally finding my girl clothes around once in a while.
Lunch Break [MF] [Fsub] [car sex]
“I’m going to lunch.”
“OK.”
You snag your purse and make yourself to walk, when you want to run out. Outside, you pause, scanning the parking lot, butterflies in your stomach. The driver’s door of a big Lexus SUV in the corner of the lot opens and I get out. You hurry over, heels loud on the pavement. I have the rear door open. You step in, me following.
“Blouse off. On your knees, on the seat.” Swallowing, you comply.
“Hands behind your head.” I caress your soft milky skin, gently teasing your nipples hard, sliding my hand up to grip your throat, lifting your chin. You stare at the dome light nervously, hearing the jingle and hiss of leather on fabric as I take off my belt. I loop it around your neck, then tug you forward.
“You can use your hands if you want.” I lean back against the door, wrapping the belt around my fist.
You scramble to unzip me, reverently cupping my balls in one hand as you lean forward to softly kiss the slit. Closing your eyes, you take me in, inhaling deeply, almost moaning.
[MF][FF] Taken by the Invaders, part 3
Maria gasped beneath Odhan as he slid inside of her, sweat dripping off his bronzed flesh, their shared tent dimply lit by a few candles. Maria herself was drenched in sweat as well. She looked up at him, at his wild green cat’s eyes, his tiny smirk, and then, gasping, looked the length of her body, between her legs, to see him sliding in and out of her, slowly. Just seeing that, seeing his length, and feeling it, as it slowly filled her up, nearly sent her over the edge, and she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure, knowing that the other people in the camp could hear her, not caring.
This had been her life for the past week. The Dragon-men had not moved their camp since capturing her. Odhan would go out to hunt, during the day, and come back and make love to her at night, fucking her on and off for hours. Maria tried to tell herself that she was being used, that this was against her will, that she was a slave captured by murderers, but it was getting harder to deny that she loved the feel of his sweaty, muscled flesh on top of her, the feel of his cock sliding into her, pressing into her deep, the orgasms that made her mind go blank and her body shake.
An Alien Kind of Love [FF]
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*You may now unbuckle your seatbelts and proceed towards the exits. Thank you for using our airlines and have a good day.*
As the wheels of the airplane touched the road, a custom of clapping hands together occurred. A custom of showing the pilot respect and thanks for a peaceful flight. Human customs are enjoyed by most but there are still those not interested in small acts of kindness. That was the exact reason why nobody mind when a single passenger did not clap her hands. The only difference between them and her was the fact that she belonged to a race which started someone out there in space. #25254 often wondered about the origins of her race, a mystery that not even her Queen could answer. She did often wonder about little details, there was little else to do when boredom takes over. The boredom of attending yet another boring human flight after yet another boring mission. #25254 had no right to complain, her Hive needed her skill but that did not mean they were always used to their fullest. Just like her latest mission which took just half an hour and only included her pulling a simple switch. At this point she did not even care about her goal, it was just the case of completing all objectives and going back home.
Crazy pt.3 [Ff] [Fff] [incest] [cumplay]
The smooth vibration of the car on the highway soothed Mother’s body. She had taken so much cock she felt like she would fall asleep once she got home, immeadiately. Her short short’s were stained and wet, her tank top ripped down the back, the night air came through the window of the car cooling her hot body.
She knew 12 was probably overkill, knowing how fertile her blood line is. But she liked being that slutty every now and then. She had to be careful, or else she would risk falling into old habits.
“Thirty-three” She said out loud, into the lonely night.
“8 month term, 2 months of recovery… 17 years until potential menopause… 204 months over 10…”
“Twenty.” Mother looked down at her stomach. “Twenty possible terms…”
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After arriving near midnight at the home, Mother wondered if her daughter’s were sleeping or maybe “sleeping”.
They lie on the couch, sticky and warm, naked and locked together sleeping. Mother was glad to see them bonding so close, and was sad she had missed some of the fun. Then she remembered how tired she was, how sore she was.
My Angel, Chapter 1 [Mf] [inc]
Chapter 1 – Birthday Girl
Quiet as I tried to be as I came home that Friday, it wasn’t good enough. I had barely closed the front door and slid Angel’s gift behind the couch discreetly when I heard her familiar voice call out from upstairs.
“Daddy? Is that you?”
She sounded a little nervous — I was rarely home before 6 and had been hoping she’d be out at the mall with friends, giving me time to plan her surprise properly. No such luck. “It’s me, babygirl,” I called out, smiling.
“Daddy!” Angel’s voice, now excited and breathy, came from the stairs, and I smiled up at my beautiful stepdaughter as she ran down to welcome me home.
Angel’s best described as a force of nature. Long, wild, curly red hair (natural) with big, deep, expressive eyes , full plump bee-stung lips and a pert button nose, her face could stop traffic, but that’s not where the perfection ended; I’d married Angel’s mom when Angel was just 16 and developing as a woman, but how she’d developed. Ripe 36DD tits (I’d taken her bra shopping once, which is a story in itself), a trim waist and smooth flat tummy, full hips and a round, firm ass with coltish legs completed the cock-stiffening ensemble. So if I smiled a little too wide as she bounced down the steps to greet me, if I indulged in a few not-so-fatherly thoughts as she jumped into my waiting arms wearing just a skimpy t-shirt and cutoffs? Sue me.