[D/d] [F/d] [Incest] I Want To Fuck My Daddy

Hi, the name’s Charlotte. My friends and family called me Lottie.

As far as regular nineteen-year-olds go, I was pretty regular, except for one tiny little thing.

I was into incest porn.

No, I didn’t intend to fuck anyone in my family, that’s *wrong*. I liked the taboo nature of incest, okay? Something about doing it with someone in your family, how it’s so wrong, flipped switches inside me. My hobby was to have a really good time with Mr Bunny, my trusty vibrator and some hot incest vids I found off the internet.

I lived with Mom and Dad, so most of the time, I had to do it on the down-low. No moaning, Mr Bunny turned down to the lowest setting under the sheets so no one would hear and it’s either mute or headphones in when I’m watching Daddy fucking his daughter.

Yeah, that was my jam. I didn’t mind a bit of brother-sister porn, but the thought of being bred by my own daddy always got me off.

So it was a Wednesday afternoon. College classes were over. Mom was out somewhere- at the spa with her friends or shopping as usual. Dad and my bro were working still, so I had a good few hours alone in the house.

[D/d] [F/d] [Incest] I Want To Fuck My Daddy

Hi, the name’s Charlotte. My friends and family called me Lottie.

As far as regular nineteen-year-olds go, I was pretty regular, except for one tiny little thing.

I was into incest porn.

No, I didn’t intend to fuck anyone in my family, that’s *wrong*. I liked the taboo nature of incest, okay? Something about doing it with someone in your family, how it’s so wrong, flipped switches inside me. My hobby was to have a really good time with Mr Bunny, my trusty vibrator and some hot incest vids I found off the internet.

I lived with Mom and Dad, so most of the time, I had to do it on the down-low. No moaning, Mr Bunny turned down to the lowest setting under the sheets so no one would hear and it’s either mute or headphones in when I’m watching Daddy fucking his daughter.

Yeah, that was my jam. I didn’t mind a bit of brother-sister porn, but the thought of being bred by my own daddy always got me off.

So it was a Wednesday afternoon. College classes were over. Mom was out somewhere- at the spa with her friends or shopping as usual. Dad and my bro were working still, so I had a good few hours alone in the house.

Ellie’s[F] Baker’s Dozen – Part 1

**Background:** All events detailed in this story are true. I’ve changed the names of everyone involved and I won’t name the school. If anyone from the area reads this, they’ll know exactly what school it is and who the girl is.

I have about five years worth of stories about “Ellie” that I will share. I’ve shared a couple of the stories of when our relationship first started. Many of you have been asking for a pic of Ellie and I think I finally have it figured out. If you go to my profile and read this story, you’ll see a pic of Ellie.

After the winter break train session with Ellie, my roommate(Javoris) and I continue to fuck Ellie here and there. Sometimes together, sometimes individually. With Ellie’s basketball schedule in full swing and our football workouts, things were extremely crazy for a few months.

This particular story takes place in late April. In the state where we go to school, you have to be 21 to go to casinos. However, in the bordering state, you only have to be 18. So four of decided to take a trip over to the casino to make it rich. As we were planning our trip, Ellie caught wind of our escapade and asked could she join. Without hesitation, she was welcomed to tag along.

[MF] Sex on the streets of New Orleans

We started flirting online, even though she lived half-way across the country. Meeting up became inevitable, so we chose a neutral site. If there was no chemistry, at least we could enjoy the food and atmosphere of New Orleans.

It turned out that chemistry wasn’t a problem.

“You’re not to talk for the next five minute.”

Her big blue eyes widened.

“I can do that,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

She was nervous. And that was causing her to prattle on. I found it endearing. But she needed to be tested. I needed to see if she would comply. Or if it was all just a fantasy.

“Five minutes,” I repeated. “Not a sound.”

“We’re just going to stand here for five minutes?”

She glanced around. We were standing near the Mississippi in New Orleans. The sun was down. We were within site of Jackson Square, but away from the crowds.

“Starting now,” I said.

I took her hand in mine and we walked closer to the water. We stood at an overlook point. She stepped up and gripped the rail. She was wearing a lacy white dress with short sleeves and an asymetrical skirt. I stood behind her and leaned in so she could feel me weight.

In my own bed [MM]

Ever since Covid hit, my dad has worked from home. And ever since I moved in with him, I have as well. Hence, I can’t really have anyone over. That’s why I have to sneak around for hookups. I tell my dad I’m going to the grocery store or I’m running some other errand, meanwhile I’m meeting up with someone to suck their cock or something. Before Covid, my dad would take the train into the city a couple days a week for work. And, for some reason, this past Friday, he was called back in again. Not sure why, all he told me was he had to go into the city, so I would have the house to myself for the day.

Being the whore I am, my first thought was, “Oh fuck, that means I get to have someone over.” I turned the thought over in my head, knowing immediately who I would tell first. I messaged Gabe on Snapchat (see my [previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/N1C0DEMU5) about Gabe), telling him I would have the house to myself that Friday. He seemed excited, promising that he would dump as many loads into me as possible. I chuckled a little bit, but also fantasized about what we would do. It got me incredibly hard, the thought of having someone in my own bed, which hadn’t happened for a while.

A quick jog turns into a quick fuck in a mini van with a married man [FM]

There is a small lake near where I live with a 3 mile loop that is popular with joggers. After eating way too much over the holidays, I decided to go run. Maybe it was due to the near freezing temperature or maybe it’s the holidays, but the loop didn’t have the normal amount of joggers as a normal Sunday.

During the first lap around the lake I was focused on my breathing and cadence, but sometime during second lap I start to notice a cute guy with a full beard trailing me. I knew he wasn’t a runner and I could leave him in the dust if I picked up my pace, instead I decided to slow down and let him catch up and run besides me. We locked eyes, greeted each other and during the run we made some small talk. After another lap, I could tell he was starting to slow down and instead of injuring his ego I asked to stop and decided to stretch.

polaroid picture

“I’ll see you when I get home, love you.”

*beep beep beep*

It’s been a long day and I’m driving home from work. The traffic is crazy and all I wanna do is go home and lay in my bed and cuddle with my baby girl. 

I get stopped at a red light and I pull down the visor just out of habit. I watched as something trickled down the air and fell down Into my lap. I quickly look up at the light to see if it’s changed to green and it hasn’t so I look back down. I pick up what fell and I turn it over and I lurch the car forward, banging my knee on the wheel. I groaned out in pain and rubbed my knee and looked back at the picture. It’s a Polaroid picture of me blindfolded, sitting on our bed, covered in my own come. My mouth dropped open as I keep looking at the picture and all I could do is shake my head in pure disbelief.

I Kissed my Brother by Mistake – Part 1

This is a story containing explicit sexual interactions between brothers. If this offends you in any way, please do not read it. This is a fantasy created by the writer’s imagination, so if you have any comments, suggestions, or any feedback at all, email me at: [bennettwritesx@gmail.com](mailto:bennettwritesx@gmail.com) or comment below.

**Chapter 1**: Rhett

I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the last time in a while. My short and slightly curly chestnut hair was just the perfect amount of messy which was enough to pass as an effortless look. When I was satisfied with the way I looked, I got out of the bathroom and dragged my huge suitcase across the hallway and towards the stairs. 

“Wyatt honey, are you done yet?” My mom yelled from the living room. 

“Coming, Ma!” I carefully lifted my heavy suitcase down the stairs, carefully placing it on the steps when I got too tired. In my haste, I felt the handle on my hands slip, causing the plastic wheels of the suitcase to slip down as well and earning a loud yelp from my mother. That’s when I felt my brother’s presence behind me as he supported me from falling on one hand and catching my suitcase on the other.

I fucked [M]y best friends G[F], Sister [F], Mum [F] within 2 weeks and I don’t know what to do. Weekend update

Good morning, evening whatever time you class 1:30am on a Sunday as,

I’m currently sat here 6 beers deep, trying to cope with what the fuck is going on. But before i start I’m going to say a few things.

I write the way i write to help me personally collect the events in my head, So, i will write you all a lovely story and at the end we have a nice heart to heart. Agreed? Good.

No i still haven’t fucked James.

Ok let’s begin with the shit-show.

I left you all on Monday, Me and Becky wanted to see each other again but I daren’t risk a run in with Sue so Becky came round to my place on Tuesday evening after work. Before i get too far, Throughout the week i was still talking to Jess and James, Jess and me have been active on texting and Snapping, nothing sexual just purely friendly. So i thought…

I [f] was reluctantly fucked by my fiancé’s best friend [m] at uni and, ahead of our wedding, he still doesn’t know

My fiancé’s best friend Gaz (an absolute horndog and class clown) has always been very flirty with me. When we were in our last year of uni, my fiancé and I moved in together and Gaz was a frequent visitor to our flat. We’d partied together lots through the years and seen each other in very drunken states, so we were pretty comfortable around each other.

It’s this level of comfort with each other which explains why, on this one Saturday morning, Gaz arrived at our flat – ready to go play football with my fiancé – and walked straight into our bedroom without any concern for my privacy. (Quick description of me: Blonde, girl-next-door pretty, 5ft 4, big DD boobs, curvy but not heavy, my fiancé and ex-boyfriends have said I have a very cute butt, but it’s literally behind me so I don’t know for sure.)

My fiancé had opened the flat door to Gaz and I could hear Gaz ask “Hey man, how goes it? And where the fuck is Amy?”. Upon being told I was still in bed, Gaz launched into the bedroom at speed and jumped on to the bed. I laughed and screamed out of surprise as he shouted “come on you lazy bitch, time to get up, no time to be hungover” and he started playfully wrestling me.