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The Twins [M/F, inc, cons]

And so this is Xmas

“What are we going to get Mom for Christmas?” Kenny asked, “This is the first time she has been without Dad for years.”

“Don’t remind me,” Zarla replied to her twin brother, “The first Christmas without Dad for all of us.”

“But we still got each other.”

“I know, but this is not a good time for us,” Zarla went on, “I know, we can’t keep grieving forever, but it has only been 51 weeks on Christmas Day.”

Kenny reflected that yes, New Years Day would never mean the same for them. Dad’s car was hit on the freeway by a drunk which sent him spinning out of control into the rear bogey of a Mack truck. He didn’t stand a chance, and it was all over before he knew what hit him, the cops had told them. Small comfort and seriously tacky. The woman driving the car pleaded Not Guilty to Murder, under the “Watson” laws, but was found guilty. with a third conviction. She showed no remorse, no emotions whatsoever so got the maximum penalty, 15 to life, and that is just not enough, the kids thought. While they felt they were coping, they knew that Mom was only going through the motions. Read more »

Sniper’s ridge (mff) (anthro X human) (human male, human female, anthro female) (threeway)

The grit settled on her boots, it’s dull edges casting miniature shadows against the setting sun. The rock crevice was cold and jagged; she’d been there all day. I was concerned that she hasn’t eaten anything, but she had ordered me not to disturb her for any reason.

The rest of our platoon was dead, all that remained of the Terran 345th was a young but stubborn sniper and a tiered engineer. I was the latter. I’d found some speckled green eggs in one of the dismal bushes that clung to the red rocks of the cliff, and held my blowtorch over their gooey insides. A fire would give away our position, so I had to make do.

I was ripped from my cooking my a sharp gunshot. Its deafening crack echoed through the valley bellow. I scrambled to my feet and jumped onto the rocky ledge where my comrade was crouched.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m tierd of your eggs, there’s some sort of animal down there and I took a crack at it.”

“Every bloody thing within twelve miles would’ve heard that shot!” Read more »

The Island – Part Seven (MMF, Bi, Cum, Cuckold.)

(Don’t forget to read the previous chapters. I know a few of you will love this chapter, I’ve got many requests.)

After yesterday’s marathon of impregnation, Scott, Rachel and Paul spent most of today lounging around the house and the pool. Rachel had woken up in Paul’s arms, her pussy sore and messy from their nine fuck sessions the day before. On the other hand, Scott woke up at the foot of their bed, his cock already hard as he remembered each detail, a respectful helper and observer for Paul’s breeding of his wife. He had tried to mentally record each vivid detail including Rachel’s moans and the musky sweet scent of their body fluids, Read more »

Friends mom (mf) non-fiction

I always thought my friends mom was crazy sexy. She’s short, blonde, kind of thick and has huge tits. I went to her house in high school all the time to play video games with my friend and always starred at her. After high school, I was drinking heavily at a college party and she posted a cute selfie on Facebook so I messaged her and basically told her how I think she’s hot. She thanked me and didn’t really say much else.

Months later I see that she added me as a friend on Snapchat. I immediately started Snapchatting her and she even sent me a few bra pics. That following summer I was back from school and was at a wedding for a family friend and she was there with a couple of friends.

I went up to her and started talking to her and eventually we danced and then she asked me for a ride home. I agreed and gave her a ride back to her apartment. On the way there she kept taking her seatbelt off and laying her head on my lap. Read more »

[MF] married, pegging, cum on tits

I type up someone of me and wife’s food sex stories to send her later on, as foreplay.

It had been two weeks since we’d done anything. I knew as soon as you rolled towards me and started rubbing my chest that I wouldnt last long. You’d already stripped naked while I was washing up for bed, though I didn’t know as you were under the covers.

I let you do your thing, eventually working a hand down over my already pulsing cock. Kissing my neck. Stroking me on top of my boxers. When you couldn’t wait any longer you slipped your hands down under my waist band. I sighed at your touch.

Only a few slow strokes and your rolling fully on top of me, pulling down my boxers. Your hands move up my chest as your head moves down. I tense when I first feel your tongue slide along the bottom of my shaft. Twice. Three times. You turn your head, and without using your hands, take me into your mouth. Your tongue massages me expertly. When I slip out of your mouth, you begin using your hands in unison with your mouth. I’m already on the edge. I lift your head up, signaling to slow down. You sit up, kneeling between my spread legs, both hands stroking me slowly. You start to rock your hips with the rhythm of your hands. Pushing your mound into me. I feel your pussy, wet against my balls. You keep rocking, eyes closed. I realized you’re imagine fucking me. Read more »

An Obsidian Darkly [weird] [FM] [hotwife] [fiction]

The volcanic rock Lucas had bought for my wife was more than what it appeared to be.

We were three hours into the afternoon, in room number fourteen, on the fifth floor of a hotel on a small Pacific island. The curtains had been drawn all the way back to allow the sunlight into the room. Neither of us felt exposed as we undressed because our room and all the others on this side of the hotel looked out over a vast tropical jungle with a not-so-active volcano visible in the blue distance.

I assumed the position of voyeur, sitting naked in a chair between the window and the bed, while Felicity and Lucas held each other for a moment, familiarizing themselves with their lover’s naked body before he picked her up in his strong arms and gently laid her on the bed.

First came the visual phenomenon that the room had gone darker too quickly. The sunlight gradually turned orange, red and then maroon in the space of a minute. The obsidian pendant attached to the necklace Lucas had bought for Felicity at the outdoor market started giving off sparks of red and yellow energy as it hung around her neck. Read more »

Straight A Student (FM)

All of my fantasies are control based. Even when I was in middle school, I was having dreams of being gangbanged… But I had no idea what sex actually was so I just pictured all these big guys crowding me and touching me and doing things I couldn’t see in my dream. It was like watching it from a third person perspective and I had this dream multiple times, always crying and whimpering, pleading for them to stop. But I was curious and I still am. Definitely something for the future haha. But the real story I wanna share is my teacher dreams. I always dream about studying late at a library when my professor sits down next to me. He’s an older gentleman, half bald and maybe some white hair. Typically has round spectacles to perfect that “wise old professor” look. I’m half asleep at the table, unable to figure out what in the world I’m reading. He looms over me, naturally being about half a foot taller than me, but even more with me seated. He asks if I need some help with a passage I’m trying to decipher and I agree. Otherwise I was never going to get out of that library. He sits to my left, and scooches close before leaning over. We go through a couple sentences of the reading as I glance at him through my downward gaze, basically giving sad bambi eyes and looking through my lashes. After a couple minutes of soft conversation about how the author’s tone changes throughout the first couple paragraphs, I almost jump in my seat because I feel a warm hand on my thigh. I wasn’t sure how to react. What was this? I glanced down at the hand, then up at the professor in shock. Obviously I’m the bitch who wears skirts and knee high socks with boots, so this is bare skin and it makes my heart jump. I always feel my face get warm and my heartbeat pounds in my ears. I giggle and feel my pussy come alive. It’s hard to describe what being turned on feels like in my pussy. It’s not instant wetness, not a physical twitch or pulse. More of like a soft clench, barely noticeable but enough to make me know “This is pleasure.” It’s not inside or outside the vagina but it’s like my pussy itself is receiving a pet. Just this internal feeling of “oh god I’m going under.” Hard to explain. At this point I’m so focused on this warm hand resting on my skin that I forget to talk, breathe, blink, exist. I’m in a world of feeling and it’s driving me mad. I stutter and give a slight cough, my cheeks coloring as I continue to work. I see him smile and watch me as I continue to read the sentence out loud for the two of us. After light discussion, with much breathlessness on my end from an overwhelming sense of anticipation and excitement, I start to scribble down an interpretation of the paragraph. As I write, I feel his hand twitch slight, and apply more pressure. My mouth gapes slightly and m hand trembles as he grips the middle of my thigh. His large hand circles most of my small thigh and the pressure and dominance of the action makes me quiver. I gulp loudly and can barely concentrate on writing through my lust for affection and the older man who so willingly was giving me what I wanted. Needed. He just took what he wanted and it made me shiver. He released his grip and started to slide his hand up my thigh, whispering, “Now what were you writing down, doll?” My pussy truly sprang to life as his thick voice swirled in my brain, barely being comprehendable among my emotions. I felt my tongue fall onto my lips, unable to speak and my pussy pulsed and ebbed, springing to life and half ready to take this man’s sperm and make it a baby. It was a foolish thought that lasted half a second but it made me blush. His hand reached the simple lace panties I wore and he chuckled in my ear as he noticed the dampness. I felt his warm breath on my neck and could smell the faint metallic and woodsy cologne he wore. I felt paralyzed, unable to function under this man’s aura. But as quickly as his hand had come, it left, leaving my thighs cold and lonely. I looked down at my lap, both in disbelief that this had just occurred, and disappointment that it had ended. My voice cracked as I gathered myself and started to read what I had written. My mind was racing. Was he interested in me? Did he want me? What was this? This was wrong. But why did I want it so bad? He gave me a small smirk and sat quietly before telling me, “You were always a very smart girl Katerina.” He stood up, but my eyes couldn’t follow as I stared at the book, my breathing still heavy. I thank him for his compliments and push my hands against my skirt, trying to relieve some of the aching I felt below. Slowly I bring my gaze to meet his and watch as his eyes flick to my hands before going back to mine and speaking some more. He spoke with a small smile teasing on his lips while his glasses rested low on his nose. “Would you like to review the second part of the assignment in my office?” Read more »

[M] [F] [preg] How I bred your mother

Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s the phase of the moon. Maybe it’s just the butterfly effect at work. But I can’t sleep. And neither can you. Something is bothering me and you alike. We lay next to each other. Awake as can be. It’s dark outside. The night is silent. We don’t even need to turn the lights on, we’ve been sitting in the dark long enough that we can see each other.

“Quickie?” you say.
“We’re out of condoms, you know” I remind you. We said we’d never have kids. You love your career. I think climate change will kill us all. Kids are not in the cards for us. And you can’t use birth control. So, we’re always religious about condoms. But we’re out.

You think about it for a brief second. “You’ll have to pull out” is your final verdict. That’s the most risk you and I have ever taken. Pulling out! Like savages who aren’t really ready for a kid, but if it happened..
Somehow, you sound so assertive, so persuasive, so right. Common sense be damned. It can’t be bad if it’s voiced with such confidence. “Alright”. I climb on top of you. We make out a bit. I can feel myself grow while our tongues dance against each other. I’m hard. You moan softly as I bite your neck. “I’m wet” your only words, a barely audible whisper. Read more »