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Molly, Jacob, and Camden 2 [ff][mf][inc][oral]

Molly heard the garage door open and scanned the room one last time. They had dressed and sprayed air freshener, but the musky scent of sex still seemed too obvious for their father to miss.

"It's fine. We're fine," Jacob assured her. "Just relax. God knows I'm relaxed." The satisfied smile on his face made her chuckle.

He had his feet up on the coffee table with Camden's head in his lap. Molly was sitting with Camden's legs across her lap and was tracing her bare feet with trembling fingers. Camden had lovely feet, with perfectly pink nails. Molly had painted those nails a hundred times over the years, but touching them now created a new kind of flutter in her stomach.

Dad came in through the kitchen. "Hey," he muttered, sounding tense and tired. "I got some bad news. I'm gonna have to fly out tonight to fix a screw up in Atlanta. Jacob, I'm gonna need you to run me to the airport and pick me up again on Sunday afternoon."

"Sure thing, Dad." Jacob's eyes were wide as he glanced between Camden and Molly. He whispered, "You'll wait for me?" Read more »

Molly, Jacob, and Camden [fmf][inc][oral][first]

Molly and Jacob sat at their kitchen table for breakfast, each doing homework. The twins may have looked the same, but the outgoing Molly had established her dominating role early on, despite being born second.

"Hey shit head, what did you get for that polynomial factor question?" she asked without looking up from the binder she was scribbling in with a short pencil.

"Bite me, cunt lips," he replied.

"Did you figure it out or get bored half-way through and jerk off?" she looked up with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

"I jacked it to your friend Camden and spelled the answer on the shower wall."

"Just tell me!" Her impatience was showing in her red cheeks so he cracked open his binder to see.

"X squared plus Y squared minus 1," he said and slammed it shut again.

"I knew it."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"To make sure you knew."

He sighed noisily and returned to reading his history text.

"So what did they talk to you about in your health class yesterday?" She stuck the tip of her pencil between her lips. Read more »

Temptation of a Social Worker (Thx for Reading! Just expressing my [F]antasy)

The Meticulous Social Worker who gets the Perfectionist Fucked out of her.

Elizabeth gave the mirror a last glance before she headed off for work. A social worker should always have a professional demeanor and appearance. Elizabeth being the perfectionist that she is she would not let a single strand of hair be unkempt in her pony tail. Standing before the mirror was a third generation Japanese-American Sansei woman. She is proud of her heritage however her only regret was not learning Japanese from her grandmother. Elizabeth brushed off a small bit of lint off her grey pant suit before grabbing her keys and purse and briskly walked out the door.

"Hi, Matthew! Good Morning!" Elizabeth chirped as she walked to her car.

Her neighbor Matthew was out watering the lawn as usual. His most favorite part of the day was catching a glimpse of Elizabeth as she walks to her car accompanied by the sounds of her high heels clicking on the pavement each morning. Matthew couldn't help but just stare as the 5'2 petite Asian girl got into her car. The pant suit was tight on her ass and her collared shirt was disappointingly buttoned just before her cleavage line. Read more »

Emergency Procedure [mf, humorous]

Hey guys, this is a story I wrote a while ago as a response to a gif that I'll post in the comments. I was challenging myself, just trying to see if I could come up with a story around it. It's suitably ridiculous, but I hope you like it anyway – people seemed to before.

Also, if you like my work, I will be publishing work on Amazon in the near future. If you'd be interested in being on a mailing list I'm working up, so you'd know when I uploaded a story, just PM with your email address and I'll add you to it.

Hope you enjoy!

It had been a quiet afternoon when the young woman came bursting through my front door, and I was not altogether glad to see that go out the window. It was my first Saturday out of the hospital in months, and with both cell phone and pager securely locked away, I had dedicated my day to the comfort of my armchair and quart of whiskey. The last thing I could imagine wanting was some fresh hell barging into my living room, though I suppose looking back on it now that evidences more a lack of imagination than predetermination on my part. Read more »

The Photoshoot (M,F,cheat)

This is my first attempt at posting. I would REALLY appreciate any input/suggestions. Feel free to PM or comment on this. I know the end is open. If you hate it, let me know. If you fapped to it, love to hear that too. I hope you enjoy. Read more »

Last call – and you’re still at the bar

(So I wrote part of this for a young lady on DPP, but heard nothing back. I loved the idea, so carried on writing and thought I'd share here. Hope you enjoy it)

(Hello. So I messaged you on Sunday, but in case it got lost in the shuffle and you're still checking this, I'll carry on. I do like a bigger girl…)

'Hey.' I say. 'You got anywhere to be?'

I've been watching you all night, though I've been careful not to let you notice. Unlike the other skinny girls in this bar, you've got something about you – the eager eyes, the way you bite your lip when you glance at me, the way you squirm on your barstool – you could be interesting…

'Because it looks to me,' I say. 'Like you came out tonight looking to get fucked. And luckily for you, my place is just down the road. Now, why don't we get out of here?'

I lead you out of the bar by one hand, striding fast enough to make you totter on your heels as you keep up, trying to tug your skirt down enough to cover at least some of your dignity. Read more »

THE TUTOR

It was a rainy day after my summer school class, I was 18 going to prep before college. I got a lift to the tutors, she was an amazingly cheerful woman, late 40s, always made my day with her smile and always surprised me with how deliciously intriguing she was to me, some one who had decades between us. The woman that gave me a lift was an unconfident driver, and would not pull down the driveway of the tutors house. She was convinced the rain would make it impossible for her to get back out of the driveway…so I got out in the down pour. I wasn't going to argue with her…she was my nanny, and now, sole caretaker, after the accident. The rain soaked my clothes, which consisted of a pair of khakis and a black t-shirt were sticking to me. As I made my way to the front door of the tutors place she could see me through the window and ran to the door opened it and widened her eyes and showed her remarkably white teeth grinning as she frantically motioning for me to come inside with haste. Read more »

My second try!

I pull the blanket up close to our chins and as I move closer, you bite your lower lip knowing what happens when I do this move. My hand slides down your body, over a tank top, on to your tummy, then stops at the hem of your sleep pants. I slide my hand under the hem and the smooth skin of your shaved pussy is warm and inviting. Your legs open a bit more as my fingers cross your pussy lips. I first find the ever so hard clit of yours and I lightly run my fingers over it as your pussy gets more wet so my fingers can slide in. The pressure of my hands is working that clit and your wet pussy lips are easing my fingers to glide over them. Your eyes are staring into mine asking me to keep going. You're mouth open letting your heavy breath and moans escape. My eyes look deep into yours and without even looking at my lips, my eyes look like a grin is forming with deep blue smile. My fingers slide deep into your pussy, a moan loudly escape from your mouth, your back arched, your hands on my arm trying to stop my hand, the other hand is tightly holding your breast and pinching your own nipple. My two fingers begin to curl upward inside your tight wet pussy and right on the top, my fingers found a little ruff spot. The one button that I know can get you moving all over this room. As I touch your gspot, the walls of your pussy close onto my fingers, trying to hold them hostage. But it's so wet inside that I can slide in and out with the greatest is ease. With the roar of the fire, my hand most quickly inside your pussy. Not stopping for you to catch your breath. The walls are closing tighter and tighter. The slick sound is making it through the blankets. As you get closer to the edge, you start to hold your breath, that back arches ever more then before, the walls of your pussy now trying to keep my fingers out, and your hand turning your nipple into almost a deep purple. You start to get louder, but now my mouth and tongue are over your mouth to help muffle the scream of ecstasy that boils deep within you. Read more »

A shade of red. [F/m] [blood] [oral]

It happened one night when you were out partying with your friends. A bit of liquid courage was all you needed to approach a woman who caught your eye. Must have been almost ten years older then you but oh so beautiful.

She was reserved in speaking with you, possibly due to your young age, but eventually agreed to go home with you. What she wasn't quite prepared for was the sneaking around once you got there.

You got back to your room and latched the door, thanking god no one heard you.

You move towards the woman you brought back, grabbing her by the waist and lean in for a kiss.

She kisses you fist gently, then more aggressively. With force she pushes you against the wall with an audible 'thud’ and starts undoing your belt. You put your finger to your lips, too much noise and your parents might hear you… she glares at the gesture.

You feel somewhat shocked by her pace but let her take charge as she rips your belt off of you and starts undoing your pants. You run your hands over her toned body and started to unbutton her blouse – you didn’t get far before she pushed your hands away. Read more »