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The Harvest, Part 4 [MFF] [2nd Person] [Male POV] [DILF] [Corruption] [Lesbian] [Threesome]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oo0p0o/the_harvest_mf_2nd_person_male_pov_stepcest/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oryvr8/the_harvest_part_2_mf_2nd_person_male_pov_stepcest/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oxfrro/the_harvest_part_3_mf_2nd_person_male_pov/)

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For once you find you’re not alone when you wake.

Ashley jumps away from your bed with a yelp. You don’t understand why until you notice you’ve startled upright like a man possessed.

“My bad, baby.” You read your alarm clock and yawn. Not an act; you haven’t gotten up this early since retiring the apron. “What’s up?”

She’s still wearing your black shirt from last night almost like a one-piece on her smaller body. You finally process what the flash of white fabric you’d caught as she stumbled backwards must be. Luckily, your sheets tented over your knees hide how hard you get.

“I need a ride to school,” she says.

Deep breath. You compose yourself to not betray arousal. “Didn’t your friend say she would pick you up?”

“Claire can be flaky like that.”

“Not very smart of you then, Ash. What if I had something very important to do in, say, thirty minutes?”

You leave her in suspense for a second before reassuring with a smile you’re not feeling. Your disappointment at her lack of responsibility is palpable. In those ten years Jessica’s also managed to undo one of the few good things you’d left all your girls with. Read more »

Chloe the Roommate 2 [TF/M]

Thank you all for the positive responses. This story got more reception than I thought. I can’t promise a time frame for each part but I work a little every night. Anyways here is it…

Chloe the Roommate Part 2

Thankfully since it was a busy day at work my little imagination mishap didnt throw me off too much. However when I got in my car the image of her cute face, slenderbody with a nice looking dick on it over took my thoughts. My growing hard on was getting increasing uncomfortable. My first thought was to be honest but what would she think if this random guy that just moved in told her that he’s been picturing her small frame naked playing with a dick that doesn’t even go on her. So I scrapped that idea. Read more »

I [M] went to another party at my best [F]riend’s house, but this time we fucked.

**Note:** Long text. If you wanna skip to the sexual part, follow the dots (*******)

Maddy and I met on high school and built a friendship that lasted forever (which means, well, until nowadays, in our twenties). I still remember our first conversations, on those high school birthday parties where we’d sneakily drink like half a glass of beer and feel like we were the coolest kids on Earth, until our parents came to take us home before midnight. The first thing I thought about her was that she was the funniest person I’d met. She had this sharp sense of humour that always made me crack, even before she finished her sentences or when she was being so subtle that half the other kids didn’t even get she was joking. By talking a bit we found out that we shared almost identical musical interests, which kicked off our first really long conversations and derived in quickly getting to know each other and developing a beautiful friendship. Now, we are practically inseparable. She’s my confident and I am hers. Whenever something happens, good or bad, we tell each other, we share advices and we cheer each other up. And, of course, that includes details on our sexual lives as well. Every hook up, date or potential romantic interest is a big theme of conversation, and we openly discuss them knowing that on the other side there’s a supportive friend willing to give the best advice or just celebrate that the other had a good time. And I know what you might be thinking, so: no, we never had sex. She had openly told me in full detail about all her crazy experiences and adventures, but I had never seen her naked, topless or anything close, and I was perfectly fine with that. Not every friendship has to have a perverse side, jesus! (funny thing, I’ll end up contradicting myself…). Read more »

Part 2 with Grace (m)y 18F niece

The next day was a scattered mess thinking about the night before and everything it meant.

I tried to work hard that day, but my mind was spinning with what had happened with my niece. Fuck! She and I made out on the couch and she gave me a great blowjob. What was to happen next and did she or I want more? I had stopped for a break when my phone rang, it was Grace.

“Hi there” she said, “working hard?”

“Yeah, but just having a drink. What’s up?” I replied.

“Mom wants to know if you would like anything special for dinner”?

“You would be nice” I laughed.

“Ha ha, maybe for desert” she replied quickly.

That comment caught me off-guard. ‘Shit’ I thought.

“Well,” I started, “how about we all go out for dinner to ‘The Sanctuary’, my shout for letting me stay with you all.”

There was a pause and muffled voices from the other end. “OK, Mom says thanks.”

“Great, I’ll call Phil and get us a table for 7.00pm”

“Are we dressing nice?” Grace asked, with a hint in her voice. “Sure why not, we don’t get to dress up much” I responded. Read more »

Mother-Cucker! (Part 2) [femdom] [mild incest] [mature] [near cuckold]

*********Ready or not, here it is! I received a ton of feedback both positive and negative about the first chapter of this story. For those who loved it, this next part is for you. For those who did not, I took some of your suggestions to try and mold this more to your liking. Not sure if I’ll make a third chapter unless I get a lot of requests. Without further ado, hope you enjoy this not quite cuckold, not quite incestuous fantasy of mine…… **************

PART TWO: THE CABIN

The rest of the drive was awkward to say the least. Well, it was awkward for me. My mom and Donny barely noticed my presence after their lovemaking.

For a long time after they’d finished, my mom just sat on top of him, holding his face to hers, kissing him softly over and over and over.

The wetness of their mouths moving over one another was not lost on me. I burned inside, angry, hurt, and confused.

After a bit, my mom climbed off of my friend. She pulled her top off completely, used it like a rag to wipe her pussy with, catching Donny’s spent semen as it ran out of her. I watched, mesmerized as the cloth moved against her pussy lips, growing wetter and wetter. Read more »

New Beginnings: Part Two [MF] [Straight Sex] [Oral Sex] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Boob Growth] [Alien Encounter] [Sci-fi}

“B,” Bill said as they sat in the utility vehicle. They were parked just outside the food court of the mall.

Things had gotten back to normal. Well, as usual as they could be with a giant alien spacecraft sitting in their backyard. The mall was busier than it had ever been. Chuck, the realtor, had told them that he had rented out or sold more houses and apartments in these few days than in his whole career, seeing as he took over his family business straight out of high school that was saying something.

“Nah, A tops,” Adrian replied.

The two of them were playing their favourite game, guessing the women’s cup sizes that walked out of the exit. There wasn’t much to do for security here now that the military had set up small substations all over town. Crime had dropped to an all-time low. Everyone liked their presence except for a few individuals.

“So, you are coming tonight, right?” Bill looked over at Adrian.

Their boss Angela had it in her head to celebrate her birthday inside the mall. They had opened a new restaurant, and with the out of towners shopping and buying as well as needing to eat, the restaurant had become an enormous success. Read more »

A crisis of faith

Monica closed the door behind her and let out a sigh, that familiar feeling of relief that she gets weekly taking hold. Some people see a therapist to unload their baggage. Their therapist knowing more about them than their most intimate friends and family. Not Monica. Monica has been giving confession right here since she was a kid. She was baptized, confirmed, and married, all in the same church. There sitting next to the confessional kneeler was Father Egan. He sat in his robes waiting patiently for Monica to approach the kneeler and give her confession like she had for hundreds of Sundays in the past. Father Egan knew everything about Monica. He knew her parents. He knew her husband. He knew her kids. He knew the first lie she ever told. Well, not the first, but the one she told him at her first confession. That she lied about where she had gone one day to her mother, telling her that she had gone to the park on her bicycle, but that in actuality she ridden into town, which she wasn’t supposed to do because there were no sidewalks to ride on and it was much too dangerous. Read more »