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Alyssa, Alyssa, Oh my Alyssa!

Chapter 1
I never asked for this!
Christ, I was Philosophy major in undergrad. I only got my teaching certification because it occurred to me one night, what the fuck was I suppose to do with feeble philosophy degree. I had no idea they would put me in this position, I thought perhaps I would supervise over a study hall or teach me other bullshit class. I never imagined they would think I had the qualifications for this, and with a degree in slacking and bending the rules, what else would you expect?
This shit all started April 28th. The day before I received a phone call from the headmaster of the local Catholic school; I applied months ago and had thought they had forgotten about me. He explained how one of their teachers had experienced a heart attack the previous night and decided teaching was too much of a strain on her heart. After apologizing for the short notice he practically begged me to take the position. Looking back, I cannot remember if he even mentioned the permanency of the job. Any way, I accepted; after all, this had been my first job offer since I had completed graduate school.
So here I was, dressed in the professional clothes my mother had bought me for ‘special occasions’, freaking out about my first day as an actual fucking teacher, a real fucking kindergarten teacher.
Chapter 2
I noticed her right away.
She stuck out from the rest. She had platinum blonde hair, curly, down to the middle of her back. The most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen, it looked as if lightening had illuminated them and turn the blue iris a shocking electric color. Her rosy cheeks made her eyes pop even more. She was the shortest one in the class, and extremely petit, and wore pink plaid overalls and a plain white tee-shirt, with little white lace socks poking out over her white tennis shoes. She looked exactly like the baby pictures of my college sweetheart, Emily.
The headmaster led the way to the front of the class.
“Could you introduce yourself to the class please”, he said.
“Uh, yeah sure, no problem”, I awkwardly replied. “My name is Matt. Umm, Matt Brill”.
“Class this is Mr. Brill, he is going to fill in for Mrs. Testa. I hope you show him how well behaved you all are”, the headmaster addressed the children. He turned to me, “Well, the lesson plans are in the folder on the desk, good luck”. He exited quickly.
So there I was, standing in front of 15 five and six year olds, not knowing what the hell to do. Thank god the rest of the day went by without a single problem, well except one child wet their pants, one spilled glue all over himself, and one threw up all over the floor. I couldn’t wait for the end of the day, and when it finally came, it came with a surprise. The little girl who was an exact replica of Emily, whose name I later discovered was Alyssa, said “Are you coming back tomorrow?”
When I assured her I was she gave me a hug before she ran to her bus. What happened next I never expected.
The top of Alyssa’s head had placed a slight but arousing pressure on my cock. I tried my hardest to hide my shockingly large hard on as I awkwardly rushed back to the classroom.
As I returned to my apartment that evening I couldn’t get the resemblance between Alyssa and Emily out of my head. Unfortunately, this coincidence brought back memories of walking in on girlfriend of four years fucking three members of the football team. I watched horrified as three tall, buff, huge dicked men fucked my Emily; one guy railing her hard in the ass, another vigorously fucking her pussy, and the last with his massive dick in her mouth. When she finally saw me there was nothing she could do to stop me from walking out of her dorm room and her life.
I took a sleeping pill in hopes of stopping the memories. As I drifted off I started to dream of Emily. She was beautiful and young, just as I had seen her in her childhood pictures. I ran up to her and hugged her. I began to tell her how much I had missed her and how I forgave her for everything, when she started to kiss me. Her kisses were soft at first; they slowly began to grow with the passion both our bodies were trying desperately to hold back.
I held her body as close as possible as I whispered in her ear, “Emily let me fuck you the way those three football players did, it is the only way I can get over it”.
When she looked back up at me I realized something, this wasn’t Emily, it was Alyssa.
I woke myself immediately. I was horrified, I was dreaming of Alyssa. I was dreaming of a fucking five year old girl. I had asked a fucking five year old to let me rail them. Disgusted with myself I rolled over only to find that the alarm clock said five am. My alarm was going to go off in fifteen minuets and I would have to look at the little girl that I had dreamed of, for eight hours. I decided to get up and take a shower. Maybe cold water would help eliminate the sexual urges that were racing through my body. To my horror, the fantasy didn’t stop when I woke up. Throughout the shower I caught my mind drifting on to what would have happened had Alyssa agreed. I noticed that every time I thought of shoving my dick into Alyssa my mind associated it with revenge towards Emily. This only horrified me more, how could raping a five year old possibly heal my heart. I got out of the shower, dried off and got ready for the day. As I drove to school that day my thoughts continued to fantasize about fucking Alyssa and the joy that I would get from due to her resemblance of Emily. My mind had made a decision. I was going to have Alyssa; I was going to have her no matter what it took. That was the only way I was ever going to get rid of these urges and my heart break. Chapter 3
The children began to shuffle into the classroom only minuets after I arrived. As Alyssa entered the class I had to hold myself from not grabbing her, locking ourselves in the class bathroom and ripping open her sweet pussy with my cock. Roughly I managed to make it through most of the day. Recess couldn’t come soon enough. The kids ran outside as fast as their little feet could carry them and I got to take a much needed breather. After about twenty-five minuets I heard feet headed towards the door, I raised my head off my desk to see who was disturbing my peace. The playground monitor walked in with Alyssa in tow.
“She needs to go to the bathroom and since there are only five minuets of recess left I figured I might as well bring her back her to go to the bathroom”, after saying this she left me to take care of Alyssa.
I stared at Alyssa dumbfounded.
“The bathroom is right there”, I pointed idiotically.
Alyssa just stared at me.
“You can go in you know”, I encouraged.
“I can’t reach the toilet”, she replied in a hushed and embarrassed tone.
I tried to fight my mind, “Take her now”, my subconscious screamed.
“Do you need help?”
Alyssa nodded her perfect little head.
As we walked into the bathroom Alyssa pulled down her elastic-band jeans, then her underwear. She then pulled her shirt up, adorably thinking she might pee on it. I could now see everything I had been dreaming of last night. Alyssa’s porcelain white skin was beautiful and looked amazingly soft. Her breast her merely little nipples and she had one little freckle on the top of her left areola. My cock’s response told me there was no turning back. My eyes continued down ward. Her hairless mound was incredible. I had never seen anything so appealing. My dick became hard as a rock. Alyssa turned around to lift the toilet lid. My eyes bulged at the sight of her perfect little ass. It could have fit in the palm of my hands and my cock urged to separate those cheeks and force its way in. Alyssa turned around and waited for me to lift her on to the toilet; I did as I could tell she was expecting me to do. My mind raced with all the things I wished to do to this innocent little girl. The idea that she was off limits and I could be caught at any moment only made me want her even more. I checked my watch, damn I only had three minuets before the rest of the class was expected to return from recess and there was no way I wouldn’t get caught if I proceeded now.
My thoughts had carried me far away from that bathroom. I was lost in a daydream when I felt a pull on my pant leg.
“Can you wipe me now?”, Alyssa asked.
Are you fucking kidding me, my brain screamed at me, fuck her now!
“Can’t you do that yourself?”
“No”, she responded sounding ashamed.
It broke my heart that my comment had made her feel this way.
“Of course I can”, I replied.
I wrapped several sheets of toilet paper around each other and brought my hand toward her delicious looking pussy. As the toilet paper and my hand made contact with Alyssa’s body, I let out a gasp. I could feel the pre-cum that escaped my pulsing cock. I let my hand linger, as I felt the soft skin that made up her pussy lips. As I began to wipe I pushed up and let my pointer finger slide in between her slit. The warm, moist sensation from her cunt made more cum escape from my body. I quickly moved my finger back and forth and removed it from her body before I suspected that she had realized what was happening. I threw the toilet paper in the toilet and lifted her off. As I flushed the toilet Alyssa pulled up her pants. I went to open the door, but Alyssa stopped me.
“I have to wash my hands”, she said.
Thoughts of what could happen if I stayed in this tiny bathroom with this young girl, who teased my cock without even touching, raced through my head.
“I have hand sanitizer”, I replied as I wrenched open the door.

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Playing Doctor -Sort Of

James and Hannah were still best friends and spent a great deal of time together. Now unbeknownst to each other the changes in their bodies and sexual interests didn’t stop and at 14

An Arab in the Country

An Arab in the Country
By: Marha L.
Some ways out from Omaha, Nebraska, near Columbus, an Islamic family. Hamid Abdi took his family to this sparsely populated location because it was the only place he could work as an insurance salesman outside of Omaha. His wife, Abra, was a stay at home mother raising their two daughters, Barirah (18) and Asha (16). Barirah had been happy living in Dearborn, Michigan. Her family had moved from Saudi Arabia before her birth. She was saddened by the news that they would move to Omaha and felt even worse when she heard they were moving to the middle of nowhere more than 100 miles away. It was hard enough for her to make friends in Omaha, she was worried what it would be like to do so in her new home town.
Barirah was a meek girl. Shy and quiet, she dressed in partly traditional clothing, her parents having her wear a hijab in public. Otherwise, her dress was western, preferring a nice pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Like the rest of her family, her skin is brown, her hair and eyes dark, her nose was moderately sized with a straight protrusion, and she is short; a wholly unintimidating 5’2. She is, however, very tone. Weighing about 127 pounds her thighs are thick and toned, her ass shapely, firm, and large. Her abdomen isn’t cut, but it is flat and hard when flexed. Her chest was a full 34D and her breasts were surprisingly perky. Her arms are not particularly defined, but that happens when hiking and jogging are your main forms of exercise. In fact, Barirah loves to hike, taking long walks through forests and meadows. The wide open land and dotted forestry were the only things she looked forward to before moving to her new home. Barirah certainly was a fine specimen.
It’s the first week since they arrived to their new home in their small town. Barirah is preparing herself for her first day at her new high school. It was hard for her to make new friends in Omaha and she knows it’ll only be harder here. She was part of a tiny minority in Nebraska and in this town she was the only Arab, let alone Muslim, for miles. She dressed herself in lightly washed jeans, a white longs sleeve shirt and a light pink sweater made of light material on top. On her head she wore a black hijab, tightly wrapped around her head, framing her delicate face. When she ran down the stairs she found her sister and mother at the kitchen table eating some ful, eggs, and pita bread. She sat down and joined them. The family never spoke much at the kitchen table, and this time was no exception. They finished their food with few words and Barirah and Asha started down the road to school.
The few people they ran into on their way to school gave them plenty of stares. They aren’t used to seeing a pair of young Muslim girls in a traditional garb walk down their streets. Luckily, home isn’t far from school and they stole away into the building to hopefully avoid more prying eyes. That wasn’t the case, though. Each student they came across gave them a long glance. They were an interesting sight, few had ever seen such people up close. Ignoring the whispers and stares each of the girls got to their classes. Barirah was met with many questions on her first day. People asked her about her manner of dress, the country she originated from, and about her culture. By the end of the day she was drained. She removed her hijab at home, forced herself through some light reading and sat down for dinner.
“How was your day girls?” Hamid had a voice of low tones and coughed his way through his words due to his chronic illness.
“It was good baba.” Barirah replied.
Asha’s answer has not so simple, “I don’t like it here. People stare more than they did in Omaha. They ask me so many questions, baba.”
“That shouldn’t be surprising, Asha. You are new in town and of a different background. It’ll end.” Abra gingerly poked at her lamb and chewed softly.
“Why did we have to come here? What was wrong with Omaha. What was wrong with Dearborn? I had so many friends there.” Asha whined.
“Enough Asha!” Abra commanded.
“Asha, you know we’re here because of my work. Now, please, eat your food.” Hamid said lightly.
They continued their meal with some talk about their days. Hamid’s at his new job, Barirah and Asha about school, and Abra about the stores. Things remained the same for Barirah and her family for a while until two weeks later when a girl approached her. She was a blonde haired, blue eyed senior from her English class, “Hey Barirah! Wait up!” she yelled as she chased her down in the hallway, her small perky breasts jiggling.
“Hi Anne” She responded sullenly. It was another long day for her.
“Hey, remember I said you should hang out with me and Rick some time. Well, you should come over today to his house. We’ll have some iced tea and doe some English work.”
“I don’t know, today might not be good.” Barirah liked Rick. She thought he was handsome, but he was dating Anne.
“Oh come on, B! You should come, okay? You already know where he lives so we’ll see you there!” Anne ran away down the hall to Rick who waved to Barirah with a grin drawn across his face.
Barirah put her things away in her locker and stood for a moment. She decided to go to Rick’s house and spend some time with them. It would be good to have some friends now. She made the 20 minute walk to Rick’s. He lived on a small animal farm a few miles from the school. When she got the door of the small white house she knocked and waited. Rick answered the door quickly. He was a dark haired boy with light skin and rather muscular. He smiled immediately, “Barirah, I’m glad you came.” He stepped aside to let her in.
“Where’s Anne?” She asked in a low tone, her head pointed to the ground as she stepped in.
“Oh, she ain’t here.” Rick watched her walk passed. He noticed the way her large breasts jiggled lightly in her bra and the way her jeans tucked in underneath each of her cheeks.
“She said we would hang out.” Barirah’s voice trailed off.
“Well, it’s just us today.” He smiled and walked towards the kitchen, “You want something to eat or drink?”
“I’m okay.” Barirah responded in almost a whisper. She followed him into the kitchen. Rick was a rather large young man. His size was all the more apparent in the small kitchen. Barirah liked his dark hair and green eyes and the way his veins stretched along his forearms.
“So, how are you likin’ Woburn?”
“It’s nice. It’s less busy than Omaha is.” Barirah began fiddling with a cloth on the counter as Rick fixed himself a cup of water.
“Yea, this place isn’t a hot spot or nothin’, but you’ll enjoy it if you can fit in.”
“Yea…” Her voice trailed off as she thought about all the stares and questions she’s gotten recently. She wondered if she could ever fit in. As Rick sipped at his water he lead them to the living room where they watched some TV. They chatted for a while and Rick learned about how Barirah ended up down here. She was surprised she told him about the problems her dad had with his previous job. It wasn’t long before Rick suddenly changed the topic.
“Hey, come with me. I want to show you the barn!” Rick said excitedly.
“O..Okay” Barirah was unsure what to do or say so she followed him out of the house and into the old brown barn. Inside she just saw several stacks of hay and some tools. You could see patches of wood floor, but otherwise it was covered in dried up dirt and loose strands of straw. When she turned her head to talk to Rick she saw an older man sitting in the corner. She stopped her lips and stood silently. Rick noticed her hesitation.
“That’s my dad.” Rick whispered to her. “He’ll be watching.”
“Watching? What do you mean?”
Rick put his hand on one of her cheeks and gave it a squeeze, “That feels really nice, Barirah. Move over here a little more.” He pushed on her bottom over to a stack of hay and closed the bard door. Light still leaked in through a few windows. Compared to the outside, it was quite a bit cooler.
Barirah was blushing and her heart began to race. She wasn’t sure of what to do, “W..Why? What do you want?” She asked meekly.
“I know you like me. I could see it in your eyes since we first met. And me? I’ve never done it with a Muslim.” He spanked her ass.
“But..But Anne…”
“Don’t worry about Anne. This was her idea.” Rick said with a mischievous grin. He put a hand on her waist and looked her body up and down, “Look at you. You’ve got a damn good body. You take good care of it, Barirah”.
She blushed and turned her back to him, taking a few steps away from him, “I want to go home now, my family is waiting.”
“I’m sorry, but you can’t go just yet. Not until you’ve helped us out a little bit. Running this farm is hard work.” Rick stepped up beside her and wrapped his muscular arms around her chest, taking two handfuls of her voluptuous breasts. He bounced them up and down, squeezing them every now and then. Barirah could only manage a dark red blush, “Why don’t you go ahead and lie on your back on that hay stack and have your head hang off the side.”
Barirah hesitated, staring at the sturdy stack. She couldn’t even move until Rick urged her to do it again. She stepped up and laid on her back, her head dangling off the side. The fabric of her hijab dangled in the air, holding strong around her head and jaw-line. She looked up and saw Rick smiling down at her, “Good job, Barirah.” He said between his smile as he began to undo his pants. His jeans slid off and Barirah could easily see a protrusion in his boxers. It didn’t stick straight out but it extended downwards for 8 inches, not that Barirah had the presence of mind to measure. It wasn’t long before Rick was sliding his boxers off slowly exposing his enormous American cock inch by inch until it bounced lightly as the waist band passed the tip. It wasn’t fully erect yet, but it was certainly getting there. The large veins were pumping his cock full of blood and Rick felt the heat as he took a hold of the shaft and pressed his head against Barirah’s lips.
Barirah just laid still and felt the heat of his blood filled head as it touched her lips gently. All she could see now were Rick’s toned legs, his heavy sac and the bottom of his large shaft. She could still hear him, however, and he was breathing hard with anticipation now. He pushed his hips forward and his tip pushed passed her lips and into her warm mouth. He began to piston his shaft very lightly, his head sliding along her tongue. Barirah just watched his scrotum gently dangle back and forth as Rick reached to his side for something. His hand returned with some shears. He pulled on her shirt and cut right down the middle, moving the fabric aside to expose her black bra. He quickly cut the strap between the cups and pulled the bra away, revealing her perky brown tits. Barirah couldn’t see it, but Rick smiled instantly, his cock growing harder just by the sight of them. He began playing with them, giving them each a few squeezes and gently tweaking each nipple.
Rick’s father was still in the corner, seated in his chair. He was rubbing the crotch of his pants as he watched his son who was now moving his hips a bit faster. Barirah could feel the veins pulsate on her tongue as his cock quickly filled her mouth, stretching her jaw with each thrust. Rick took to slapping her large breasts when he wasn’t pinching and tugging on her nipples and it wasn’t long until he began pushing in further. Barirah could feel the tip of his cock near the back of her throat and when the thrusts slowly brought his head there she began to gag lightly, the head pressing against her tonsils. By now his shaft was coated in Barirah’s saliva, enough so that it just dripped down to his hilt.
“A gagger, huh?” Rick said as he put one hand on the back of her head, the other under her chin wrapped along her neck. He stopped his thrusts and began to push his shaft into her mouth, inch by sloppy inch. It wasn’t long before her jaw was stretched open and his head was pressing against her tonsils. Her face turned a light red and Barirah shut her eyes tightly as the back of her throat contracted. His tip squeezed passed her tonsils and into her throat and his shaft was now bathing in saliva. Barirah’s face turned a dark red, her eyes welling with tears. Rick could see her stomach move in and out as she tried to get air. He pulled out of her throat then out from between her lips and let out an extended, “Breath.”
Barirah gasped for air and tried to lift her head, but Rick kept her down. Spit was running down her face, into and around her nose and down to her eyes. She turned her head enough to catch a glimpse of Rick’s dad now jerking off his exposed cock. Her moment of respite did not last long and Rick was pushing his member into her mouth again. Now, he began to face fuck her. He moved his hips quickly and deeply, his tip moving in and out of her throat. Barirah couldn’t help but drool on his shaft and each time he pulled his cock out for her to breath, thick globs of spit dumped out and rolled down her face. She couldn’t open her eyes anymore and her nose was so thoroughly clogged with spit she couldn’t use it to breath. The moments she wasn’t gagging she could only think what her family was doing, what Anne was doing, and about the heat between her legs.
Rick finally stepped back and released her head, “I want your little Arab ass where your face was.” His hand wiped a bit of his own drool from his lip as he caught his own breath. Barirah slowly repositioned herself, laying on her stomach. Only the tips of her toes could reach the ground, and only barely so. Rick reach around her waist and undid her jeans, sliding them off. He thumbed her panties as well, not even wanting to take the time of seeing her in them, “Look at that ass..” He whispered to himself as he gave it a slap and took a hold of his slippery shaft, “Now spread your cheeks.”
Barirah had never given a man a blowjob, let alone ever slept with one. Her heart raced and her hands shook as they reached behind her and spread her thick buttocks. Behind the flesh was glistening slit, lips tightly pressed together. Rick drank in the sight, but could barely contain himself. He positioned his head at the entrance and began to push, “I hope you’re a virgin”. His head squeezed passed her lips and quickly found her hymen, breaking passed it with ease. She didn’t bleed to Rick’s pleasure, he didn’t like blood. Barirah could barely contain herself, the pain that shot through her body was too much and she let out a scream.
Rick only slapped her ass in response as he let his cock sit still, “You’re so damn tight. Mmph I might just cum sitting here like this.” He began to push his cock further again when he felt she was ready. It wasn’t long before he was giving her soft, short thrusts. He could feel her hot walls wrapped tightly around his cock as he oozed pre-cum inside. Her juice mingled with her spit and made his movements very easy. He soon picked up the pace, and in no time he was giving her pussy strong thrusts, stopping his cock just before her cervix.
Barirah could feel every inch of his cock. As the pain lessened her screaming stopped and she took to low grunts. She still couldn’t believe what was happening and thought maybe this wasn’t real at all. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as Rick began to pick up his pace. His dad masturbated in his chair, a sick smile on his face. He spoke for the first time in one of those low, smoker’s voices.”She’s got strong legs. Like a horse.” He said as her thick Arab thighs shook after each powerful thrust. She grunted each time the head pushed the walls of her pussy aside, his heavy sac swaying into her clit with a loud smack. Every few thrusts his hand would come down on one of her thick buttocks, sending a loud slap echoing through the barn. It wasn’t long before her ass was red and she began begging for mercy.
“Mercy? You want mercy you little Arab cunt?” Rick said out of breath, his hips driving forward. He reached down and pulled her hair through her hijab, using his other hand to fishhook her when her mouth was in reach, “You won’t get any here.”
Her back was arched and she continued to grunt between her clenched teeth. She didn’t notice the sweat that covered her body and ran down her powerful legs. Or the fact that it mingled with the juice that now began to slip out between Rick’s thick white cock and her clenching lips. Her heavy breasts heaved back and forth as her nipples grazed bits of hay. Her hands began to clench at the straw now as Rick’s sac began to tighten. He pulled out quickly and pulled Barirah by her hips onto the floor. She landed on her ass with a smack and he quickly began to jerk off his shaft with his head inches away from her face. With a loud grunt thick ropes of cum began to spew from his engorged tip, landing on her black hijab. Barirah could do nothing but blush as his hot cum soaked her hijab and began to drip down her forehead.
“Now…Go to my dad.” Rick said, panting. He leaned against a pile of hay as he tried to collect himself.
She looked over to his dad and was about to get up when he commanded, “Crawl.
She got back down on her hands and knees and crawled over to him, her skin dragging against the wood floor, collecting some of the dirt. When she got to him she knelt between his long knees and looked upwards. His face was worn and wrinkled, his blue eyes slim and focused. There was a long drawn out silence as he slowly tugged on his shaft. However, it was finally broken by the already familiar raspy, “I won’t be as easy on you.”
-To be continued.

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the training of lucy

The Training of Lucy
I had met Lucy several months ago at a family party. She was a friend of my sister in law.
We were introduced, we exchanged pleasantries and then we went our separate ways to enjoy the party and I thought nothing more of it.
She was attractive. About 5’5” with blonde hair that came to her shoulders cut with a straight fringe. Her figure was curvy. She didn’t have large breasts but on her small, slender frame they looked ample, she had a slim waist and a nice rounded ass and thighs.
As the night went on I would catch her out of the corner of my eye as she danced and she caught me looking a few times. It was hard not to watch when she was moving that lovely little body of hers in such a provocative way.
As the night went on and people started to slowly slink away, most of them in a drunken haze, I got ready to leave. I noticed Lucy putting her coat on and saying goodbye to my sister in law and the friends they shared then she did something very unexpected. On her way out she passed my table and with a wink and a smile she handed me her business card and, still smiling, looked over her shoulder at me on her way out the door.
Bewildered I looked at the card. It told me that she was Lucy Brett and that she was the head of human resources for a major high street retail chain. It had a mobile number and an e-mail address.
As I did my best to absorb the information on the small piece of card in front of me whilst simultaneously playing that little smile and wink over and over in my mind my fingers found indentations on its back. I turned it over and there in blue biro it said,
‘call me? Text me? J xx’
I couldn’t believe it. She was beautiful and she had just given me her number. I wanted to call her straight away but of course that would have been far too odd. I went home a very happy man.
After a day of chasing my tail over whether or not I should call her, I called her and we decided to meet for a drink.
When I first met her she came across as quite an intimidating person. Very direct in her views but never unpleasant. She, as her card had told me, was the head of human resources for one of the biggest retailers in the country and was used to being in a position of authority. As petite as she was she wasn’t the sort of person I’d want to mess with if she got angry.
Most of her days were spent in an office in the city making sure the people under her control did as they were told but every now and again she would be awarded the rare luxury of working from home.
We went out a couple more times and we got on so well. It was so nice to be in her company. She was strong willed and wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to. The conversations we had were often very deep and our sense of humour was matched perfectly. Being around her was addictive.
Very soon we were texting and calling each other every chance we got and after a while the messages and phone calls started to get ruder and ruder.
After a couple of weeks of this the anticipation got too much for us and we had to take each other to bed. Her body was amazing. She spent her lunch breaks in the company gym when she could and it showed.
Her breasts were high and firm. As I said, they weren’t huge but her tiny body made them look big. Her belly was flat and sculpted and her hips were wide and womanly with a lovely fleshy ass and rounded thighs. Her pussy was shaved completely and was as rounded and fleshy as her ass with her tiny inner lips just visible in her slit and when she was aroused they would open out like a butterfly.
But the one thing that surprised me the most in the bedroom was how submissive she was. She would stand in front of me and slowly undress while keeping her eyes either on her own body or the floor. She would take off her clothes while trying to keep herself covered with her arms or hands, almost as if it were something she was being made to do rather than something she enjoyed.
As soon as things started to get heated between us and it was obvious that we were going to end up having sex it was as if someone flipped a switch and the assertive, confident forthright person that was Lucy became a shy, timid and submissive little girl.
I guess after you spend all your day trying to be the strongest person in the room (which can’t be easy for a small blonde girl in her late 20’s) it’s good to give up that pretence and surrender your power to someone else.
I didn’t mind, I loved it. It turned me on so much and it lead to quite possibly one of the best sexual role-play games I have ever been a part of.
Trying to explain it would take to long. Instead I‘ll tell you about the last time we played.
It would usually happen on one of the rare days that Lucy was working from home.
On this occasion we had spent hours pleasuring each other the night before. Sex with Lucy was always amazing.
Knowing she was at home I sent her a message. I had told her before I left that she wasn’t allowed to play till I got home and that she had to get on with her work.
As soon as she got my message she would know the game I wanted to play.
I typed it and pressed send.
“has Daddy’s little girl been good today?”
It was a few minutes before I got a reply.
“I’m sorry Daddy”
Her first reply was an apology, I knew this could mean only one thing. She had been naughty while she was supposed to be at home working, but just how naughty had she been?.
“Have you been a bad girl? I think you had better tell Daddy what you‘ve done”
She took quite a while to reply. Even though this was just a bit of fun she really got into it and I could tell she was a little nervous about telling me.
“I’m so sorry Daddy but a couldn’t help it. All I can think about is what you did to me with your big dick last night and it made my little pussy all wet”
There wasn’t much I could do to stop her thinking about it but if she had done anything else, which I suspected she had, she knew she’d be in trouble.
“have you touched your little pussy? Tell Daddy the truth now girl”
Her reply came quickly, she was desperate to explain and defend herself.
“I have Daddy but it just made it even wetter. I’m sorry, please don’t be upset with me”
She knew she had done wrong, I had left specific instructions before I left the house.
“you are a very bad girl. I told you before I left this morning that you weren’t allowed to touch it until I got home didn’t I? Daddy is not happy”
Again, she was quick to try and explain her actions.
“I’m so sorry Daddy, please don’t be upset. I tried to do my homework honestly I did but I could feel it getting all damp and slippery as I sat on it. I just had a little touch but it got really wet”
It was hard to stay in character sometimes when she sent me messages like that. She knew exactly what she was doing and the thought of her touching herself made me twitch in my boxer shorts. But staying in character was part of the fun.
“you are a very bad girl, you haven’t done as Daddy told you and you have touched your little pussy and made it all wet. I think you had better show me how wet you have made yourself”
The reply came after a while and when I opened it my cock started to swell and I felt my trousers getting tighter.
It was a close up picture of her gorgeous pink pussy. Her swollen little inner lips had spread out from inside her and were wet and glistening. Her little clit sat at the top of her slit, hard and poking out from under its hood and there was a tiny bead of her juice trickling from her tight little hole.
The message simply read:-
“sorry Daddy”
My dick was raging. The sight of her pussy so wet made me want to go home and fuck her right there and then and she knew it. But here I was stuck at work.
It was time for a little payback.
“sorry is not good enough! You didn’t do as Daddy told you and now you’re going to have to be punished”
I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to punish her while I was here and she was there but I took a few moments to think. Then it struck me.
The toy box.
Before I met her Lucy had been single for a while and had built up a small collection of toys. We had started using them together and had been adding to the collection.
“please Daddy no, don’t punish me. It was only a little touch and I promise I won’t do it again”
Her sweet and innocent routine was making my hard on worse. If I hadn’t been stuck at my desk I would of taken it out right then and started wanking it.
“you’re a bad girl. Daddy told you not to touch at all and you didn’t listen. Did you put your fingers in?”
The few moments it took her to reply felt like a life time. My heart was beating in my chest and I held my phone, watching it, waiting for it too beep.
“yes Daddy L ”
The thought of that tipped me over the edge and I started to move my hips trying to get as much sensation as possible from rubbing the now swollen and sticky, wet end of my throbbing cock on the inside of my shorts.
Time to turn up the pressure.
“you will do exactly as I say. Do I make myself clear?”
“yes Daddy”
Suddenly something else popped into my mind. If she’s doing everything I say I’ll throw in a little extra for me.
“I want you in the correct uniform for doing your homework do you understand? Let me know when you are properly dressed”
There was only one outfit in her wardrobe that I meant and she knew exactly which one it was. It was one of my favourites. It took a while for her to reply, she would have been taking care to get the look just right.
“I’m dressed Daddy”
In my minds eye I could see exactly how she would look and it made me want to explode. I looked at the clock and it was only ten minutes to quitting time. Thank god for that!.
Now for her punishment.
“go to your toy box and find your toy with the suction cup on the bottom. Let me know when you have it”
Again, she knew exactly which one I meant. It was a pink rubber cock complete with balls and a suction cup as a base. It had a wire leading from it to a small battery pack that, when turned on, made the tip vibrate.
“I have it Daddy”
I already had my reply half written.
“you will go to the coffee table and you will stick your toy to it. You will sit on it until it is all the way up inside you. You will not turn it on, you will not move at all, you will sit still and wait for me. I will be home in 20 minutes. Am I clear?”
I was closing down my work station and packing my things when my phone beeped.
“yes Daddy”
“I will be inspecting you when I come home and if I suspect for a second that you have disobeyed me again you will be in serious trouble. Is that understood?”
“yes Daddy”
“do as I have said and let me know when you have done it”
At last I was on my way out the door. Thankfully my office was only ten minutes walk from Lucy’s house but I walked a hell of a lot faster that day.
My phone beeped again.
“it’s all the way in me Daddy. It’s so deep. I can feel the balls on my little clit. I want to bounce on it like I bounce on your cock. Can I Daddy? please?”
God I could hardly walk. I typed as quickly as I could.
“no you may not. You will sit still and you will not move until I get there, understood?”
“yes Daddy”
I didn’t bother to reply, I could see her front door 100 yards away. I almost ran the last few steps.
I got to the door and took a moment to calm myself. Staying in character over the phone was one thing, staying in character in front of her was something completely different.
I gathered myself and turned my key in the lock. I slowly made my way down the hall hanging my coat and placing my bag as if it were just any other day, then made my way to the front room.
There she sat on the small, square, glass topped coffee table as I had told her.
Her hair was gathered in two high pig tails. She had on a tight fitted white blouse which really showed off her thin waist and rounded breasts and around her neck was a short navy blue tie with an oversized knot. Her blouse was tucked into a short, pleated, blue and green tartan skirt. She wore knee high white socks and baby doll shoes.
She would have not looked out of place on the set of a school girl porn film and I was very suddenly aware of how swollen and wet the end of my cock felt against my belly as it was squashed by my trousers.
As I entered the room doing my best to maintain my air of authority she sat on the edge of the table. She didn’t look up, her head was bowed and turned slightly away from me. Her eyes were fixed firmly at the floor.
Her knees and thighs were together and her feet apart. Her toes pointed in towards each other and her hands gripped the edge of the coffee table either side of her legs supporting her as her whole body trembled slightly.
I stood in front of her, my hands clasped behind my back like some wicked headmaster taking in the sight of this gorgeous woman. She didn’t move.
“is it still inside you?”
Again, she didn’t move or look up. She just slowly nodded and through stammering breath she shakily said,
“yes Daddy”
I could see she was having trouble, she was obviously doing exactly as I had ordered. But I still wanted to see it for myself.
“show me”
Her hands went to the hem of her short skirt and slowly started to slide it up her trembling thighs. She never raised her eyes, instead her gaze remained fixed on the floor. She gave the feeling that she was ashamed of what she was revealing to me.
As her skirt gradually slid further up I saw the tops of her thighs as they were clamped tight together and I saw the beautiful Y that her legs made as they joined her body. She lifted her skirt to her tummy and started to open her legs.
She was breathing very heavily and her legs were shaking as they moved. A couple of times she had to stop and catch her breath but as her legs opened I saw her smooth round little fanny and trapped between her and the glass of the coffee table were a little pink pair of rubber testicles.
She really had done as she was told. I could see that the full 5 inch’s of the little rubber shaft must be all the way up inside her and here she was, sitting perfectly still as I had told her.
It was starting to take its toll on her though. She sat looking at the floor, her breathing was short and laboured, her hands held the hem of her skirt up to her belly and her legs were spread apart. Her knees were trembling and every now and then I could see them wanting to close again as the sensation of having her pussy filled almost took over her.
She looked positively terrified as I bent down to pick up the little battery pack that was attached to the thing inside her.
“no Daddy! Please no!”
“you will be quite! You have been a very bad girl today and you will not speak until spoken to. Do you understand?”
“yes Daddy”
she said as she looked nervously at the little box in my hand. My finger on the button.
Her eyes didn’t stay on the little box for long. I held it in my left hand and with my right hand I undid the zipper on my trousers.
I stepped closer to her as I reached inside and pulled out my cock.
It was throbbing. I had been hard for almost two hours. My tip was swollen and purple. It was right in front of her face now as I pulled back my foreskin to reveal just how wet and sticky it was with pre-cum.
“is this what you have been thinking about today?”
Her eyes were wide and fixed on my cock. She was devouring it with her eyes when eventually she nodded and breathlessly said.
“yes Daddy”
I let her look at it for a moment before I said,
“but you’ve been a bad girl haven’t you?”
Just as the words “yes Daddy” were about to escape her mouth I pressed the button. The reaction was immediate.
She almost looked as if she was having convulsions. Her eyes screwed tight shut as she nearly doubled over. The tip of the toy buried deep inside her and vibrating made her legs want to close tight again but she knew I wouldn’t let her do that and as her hands gripped her skirt she forced them to stay open.
“you did a bad thing today didn’t you?”
It took her several attempts to answer me properly, she could hardly catch her breath.
“y..ye..ye..yesss Daddy”
“did you touch your little pussy till you came? Tell me the truth”
“n..no
.Daddy”
“I think I had better see for myself”
I hit the button again and it stopped vibrating. Her whole body relaxed and she breathed a sigh of relief in between her already heavy breaths.
“up you get, slowly now”
As she stood the little rubber cock was slowly revealed inch by inch. It glistened and as the tip of it left her I saw a small string of her juice stretch between it and her soft puffy lips.
“now up on the table on your hands and knees. I want to see for myself just how naughty you‘ve been”
The coffee table was small and square but it was just the right size for her to kneel on with a hand and knee in each corner.
She assumed the position of a prime pedigree bitch being inspected at Crufts. Her head was bowed and her ass was stuck up in the air.
I started to slowly walk around her, my cock still standing proud in front of me as it stuck out of my fly.
Her short skirt only just covered the cheeks of her ass as she bent over like this. At the top of her gorgeous round thighs was the broad oval of her pussy divided by the little slit that started at her swollen little button clit and travelled up to where her flushed little lips spread out to frame her tight little hole. It looked amazing as it tried in vain to hide under the hem of her little skirt.
I carried on walking round her, admiring the shape of her body as her ass stuck out and the small of her back dipped towards the floor, her rounded breasts hanging underneath her, confined by her shirt and her beautiful, innocent face with her kinky little pig tails. My cock was fit to burst as I took in this site.
As I moved around in front of her I put my finger under her chin and lifted her head slightly. She was staring straight ahead at my cock.
“open your mouth for me”
She did as she was told. I aimed the swollen end of my cock at her mouth and slowly pushed it past her lips. I felt her start to move her tongue and it felt amazing but I reached down and gripped one of her pigtails and said.
“no! just open your mouth for me”
She stopped moving and just kneeled there with her mouth open for me.
I started to gently thrust into her as I held her pigtails one in each hand.
“that’s it, that’s a good girl”
The feeling of her warm, wet, soft mouth on my cock was amazing. I know if I had kept pumping I would of shot my cum straight down her throat. I knew I needed to stop but I couldn’t help myself. Just a couple more thrusts. God it felt good.
I slowly took my cock out of her mouth and she closed it, gently licking her lips.
“what do you say?”
“thank you Daddy”
I resumed my slow walk around her as she perched there on the table.
I stood behind her. She was quite literally dripping wet. There was a clear bead of her juice dripping from her clit and as I looked I could see several other spots that had already landed between her legs.
I took hold of the hem of her skirt and gently lifted it over the cheeks of her ass. It was so beautiful, round and firm to the touch as I put my hands on her cheeks.
I spread them apart a little and I could see her little brown ass hole twitching and the lips of her soaking pussy spread just a little more, I could see the tight ring of her little cunt just inside.
“Daddy’s going to put his cock in you now but you’re not to make a sound do you understand? I don’t want to hear a peep out of you, is that clear?”
She turned her head slightly and, over her shoulder, I just heard her say
“yes Daddy”
My cock was so hard it hurt. It was longer than her toy by at least an inch and a half and quite a lot thicker. It was wet from her mouth and I knew that her pussy was so wet I could ram it all the way into her in one hard push no matter how tight she was.
So that is exactly what I did.
I moved my hands round to get a firm grip on her hips, I aimed the end of my cock at her tight little hole and thrust hard and fast.
The power of my thrust made Lucy’s whole body move. The cheeks of her ass rippled from the impact of my hips, her head rose and fell making her hair fly and the material of her blouse shifted as her titties swung back and forth on her chest.
But most noticeable of all was the noise she made. A loud, short, sharp exclamation of a mixture of pain and pleasure which she tried to silence as soon as it left her lips.
“AAHUK!”
She knew what she had done.
“what did I say?”
Her pussy felt so good on my cock. It was warm soft and wet inside, it made my swollen glans tingle and the fact that she was so wet that I had been able to ram it all into her at once made me want to shoot into her right away.
But I had a role to play and it was a good thing. If she hadn’t of disobeyed me and shrieked like that I may of cum too soon.
I took my cock out of her and slapped her ass hard, she yelped. I watched as her cheek blushed and a white hand print started to appear.
I walked round in front of her again and she had a pained expression on her face, I couldn’t tell whether it was from the slap or the way I had rammed my dick up her.
Lifting her chin I said,
“open wide”
She dutifully opened her mouth and I pushed my now soaking cock back into her mouth.
“that’s a good girl, now lick it all clean and we’ll start again”
Her tongue licked the length of me as I thrust into her mouth over and over. It started to feel too good again and I had to take it out and save some for her pussy.
Walking back around her again I stood behind her. My cock was busting to be in her again, I was so close I could feel the heat from her on the end of me.
Taking hold of her hips again I said,
“not a sound this time do you understand?”
“yes Daddy”
My cock head was at her entrance and once again I thrust into her hard, sinking all the way in.
Her ass shuddered, her legs trembled, her head lifted and fell and her blouse tightened with the movement of her breasts.
I stood for a moment with my cock deep inside her. She felt amazing. Her head slowly fell and her breathing became deep and stammered but she didn‘t make a sound.
“that’s a good girl”
I slid my cock half way out of her then rammed it back in hard making her shudder just as I had done the first time.
I looked down and I could see her puffy outer lips gathered around my shaft with her thin inner lips sucking me as I slid out then they would disappear as I rammed it back in.
I was fucking her hard and it looked and felt amazing. Her tight little hole was so soft I could feel it wanting to drain me.
“is this what you’ve been thinking about all day?”
She found it hard to speak I was pounding her so hard. I could tell she wanted to cry out every time I fucked my cock into her but she knew she wasn’t allowed.
“ye
ye
yes

Daddy
..uh”
She was down on her elbows now gripping the edge of the coffee table so hard her knuckles were going white.
I could hear her pussy squelching and see the cheeks of her ass rippling every time I drove my dick home hard.
“tell me what you were thinking”
“I was
..
.thinking
..of
you

uh!

fucking me hard
uh!


just like this

uh!”
“how about if I fuck you like this?”
I started to thrust faster, fucking her really hard, really fast and really deep, my hips slapping off her ass and almost pushing her off the table with every thrust.
“oh yes!

oh yes Daddy
..fuck me like that
..oh Daddy I love it
..oh Daddy
..oh Daddy
.uh..uh..uh!”
“are you going to do as you’re told in future?”
“yes Daddy

uh
uh
.I promise
.uh
I promise I‘ll be a good..uh..uh
good girl”
Her pussy was so wet now I could feel her juices squirting out of her pussy over my shaft every time I slammed it back in.
“well if you promise to be a good little girl you can have a treat. I’ll let you choose where I shoot my cum. Where do you want it?”
“oh I want it

inside me Daddy
.uh
uh
..shoot it up
.up inside me Daddy,

.I want
to feel you
..cumming in me”
“ok, you can have my cum in your pussy. Now what do you say?”
“thank
..uh..thank you Daddy
uh..uh”
I had been fucking her hard and fast for only a little while when I felt her pussy starting to flutter.
“oh Daddy
..oh Daddy
.I’m cumming Daddy
.I’m cumming!”
That was it, hearing her shout that was too much for me.
“Daddy‘s
going to cum
too
are you ready?”
“yes Daddy

..I’m ready”
I felt her pussy fluttering on the end of my cock and it started the chain reaction in my hips. I felt the pressure building between my legs and my balls tightened, I grabbed her hips, held them tight and rammed my cock deeper into her than ever before.
“OW DADDY!!”
As my cock twitched and squirted inside her I felt her pussy tighten and she started slamming her ass back at me.
“oh Daddy
..oh Daddy

give me al your cum Daddy

.give me all your cum Daddy
.
I love your cum Daddy

..I love it deep inside me

.ooh
.oooh
.oooOOOOHHHHHH!!””
With one final squeal she pushed back against me and I felt her pussy clamp down on me hard, her legs started to tense and want to kick out and I felt her pussy get very very very wet.
Looking down I saw her little ass hole contracting and her lips quivering as they were stretched tight around me. Her orgasm coursed through her.
I forced myself back in deep and she moaned as I felt a mixture of our juices squirt out of her and run down my balls
I moved my cock back and forth as far as I could inside her as she started to calm down, her orgasm slowly subsiding. Every now and then she would shiver as I pushed it in.
She was kneeling on the table panting for breath as I slid my slowly deflating cock out of her.
I stood for a moment and looked at her freshly fucked pussy as my cum, mixed with her cum slowly dripped from her to land on the table
I walked round her and, lifting her chin, I said.
“open wide, you need to clean Daddy up”
She opened her mouth and sucked my cock in licking it all over as she did. Cleaning it of her cum and mine. The sensation of her tongue darting from side to side on my end felt intense and I could feel the last few drops oozing from the eye at the end of my dick.
“that’s a good girl, now what do you say?”
She reached up and held my cock as she took it out of her mouth, still sucking me as she did, and said,
“thank you Daddy”
“Now go and get yourself cleaned up”
“ok Daddy”
She stepped down off the coffee table and straightened her skirt. She had a spring in her step as she almost skipped to the door and, just as she was about to leave she turned and said
“I love you Daddy”
“I love you too sweetie”
And with a broad smile she turned and headed for the shower leaving me exhausted and thinking of the next game we could play.
THE END

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Inside Me: C02

Inside Me
—– 2 —
My body shot into attention when my alarm clock went off at seven. I pushed the snooze and rested my head back on the pillow. I heard the muffled sounds of my mom’s alarm call for a few seconds in her room before it shut off.
I looked down my body. I was still naked beside my nightgown that then just rested over my shoulder. Sunlight was breaking through the window. I rolled onto my back and propped myself up from my elbows. A line of dried blood ran down my one leg.
My breasts, they were barely there I thought; just little tiny things. I didn’t know where I originally heard the term, but ‘little lady lumps’ suited them well; just enough of them to show that I was a girl, a late blooming fourteen year old girl who was full of herself. I had a crush on my older brother. How pathetic could I get? How could a guy so amazing as him want a little girl like me?
I sat up off the side of my bed and turned the alarm on my clock completely off. My nightgown had fallen down over me. I went on to make my bed. It was something I normally did after my shower but I decided it best then to cover up that little red patch in the middle.
It looked haphazardly done, normal, so I threw my panties from the floor into my laundry basket and hunted down my hairbrush on the other side of the bed before heading to the shower.
It was about an hour and a half drive to the airport with stopping off to eat. Over the radio through the long journey, all I could think about was the night before. I was so sure of myself then. In the heat of emotions, I had it all planned out. In the car surrounded by the real world, I second guessed everything. I didn’t want to feel like that toward my own brother.
But I did. It made me so happy; but so confused. It was so good yet it hurt so bad. I had to see him. When I saw him, I knew he would just be my big brother. Things would be normal, just a fun time. It had to be. I wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t.
The wait at the airport was the worst, the anticipation. Sitting in the terminal looking out the window at all the planes come and go. That night, or really morning, only hours before, I was masturbating, fantasizing about having sex with him. Something lingered though in the back of my mind; a thought perhaps that I had forgotten.
But for the first time ever, I had willingly masturbated to my brother; that memory would not leave me.
Then all at once it hit me. Everything came back to me. As my mom stood up and I followed her gaze to the doors where passengers of an arriving plane exited.
Ean.
He had grown in two years. His body was much more defined. His nineteen year old shape still held onto that scrawniness, but it was obvious that he was anything but.
The face he had on drove tears into my mom’s eyes. He had all the time in the world to think about it. Reflect on every single detail. Bask in the loneliness that now plagued him.
He didn’t look sad though. I can’t describe what he looked like but it was like he was feeling something so powerful and so bad, and with all his strength, he held it back. He was a person you would want to avoid. Emotionless almost. Like he would kill you without a second thought. Perhaps though, other people didn’t notice it in him. Maybe it was just because mom and I knew what had happened to him.
I couldn’t tell if he had just given up hope of anything in life and just didn’t care anymore, or if he was just so manically sad and drawn into his mind that he just couldn’t control his outer appearance. The happy, lively brother I saw off came back to me sad and torn apart.
As I followed mom to him and her greatest of hugs, I couldn’t stop staring into his distant eyes. Not even the tiniest glimpse of a thought about my fantasy of him hours before even wandered near my mind.
He only spoke when questioned, only ever a few words. No emotion. We searched down his luggage and left. Needless to say, the ride home was very long and tense.
I wanted to be mad at him for some reason but I wouldn’t allow it. He had left us for two years; not even coming back for summers. Now he was there. All of a sudden. A phone call two weeks prior. “Mom, I’m coming home. Please don’t ask why.”
We heard about why from his school.
He left for two years. Only thinking about himself, now he had come back. He was greeted with open arms, cried for, pampered. How could I get mad though? He had been punished beyond any transgression he had committed.
At the time, I had no idea what to expect of him when we got home. Once he acted, I thought myself thick that I couldn’t figure it out before.
It was shameful to think but it was the truth after a few days of thinking about him. He locked himself in his room. He stayed alone in his thoughts while mom and I remained less phased by him. It was a defense for him to be secluded but it had also helped us. We didn’t have to see him; his mood wouldn’t spread. It was a painful bliss knowing that mom and I were happier because Ean chose to face his demons alone.
We had tried and failed every day to make contact with him; he refused any help. I frequently heard him move about the house at night but I was always too tired or scared to face him. For nearly a week it continued. Then the unthinkable happened.
The day before my first day of school, my first day of high school, freshman year, the day before; mom left. To be fair, she did announce it two days prior. As a journalist, she did have to leave on a trip every now and then, but why then. Some big court case in the big city. Hours and hours away from home. Hotel, days, maybe weeks, gone, alone with Ean, school, alone.
Mom had talked to him about it. Before I stayed with one her friends. This time, I would stay with him, Ean. She said he was pulling himself together, for me. He was needed then and mom said that right there raised his mood some. He had something to do. He always loved projects. Unfortunately, I was his project that time.
Ean even came out for dinner the night before mom left. There wasn’t much talking, but it was nice to see him. Stare at him. Take him in.
Then mom left in the morning. The day before school. Ean was out of his room most of the day but he was watching TV. I went through all my new school supplies at least ten times before joining him.
I was nervous; anxious, almost sick. I was going to high school. I didn’t know anybody there. I had no real friends in my own class for support. I was all alone through everything.
“Are you ok?” Ean asked looking at me. I had been staring off in space. A commercial was on.
“Yeah, just a little nervous about tomorrow,” I answered as he turned the TV off.
“Well, I guess we should go to bed then.”
I looked out the window, then to the clock below the TV; I hadn’t realized so much time had flown by. I was really getting sick then. Go to bed, wake up, then school.
I tremblingly followed Ean up off the couch. I wobbled to my room. I was so alone. The high school was in walking distance, but still, if mom was home, she would’ve drove me. It would have been a tiny bit easier that way.
I dropped my bra beside my bed and opened the drawer holding my night gown. It was so cold. I was in my panties. The air against all my skin was chilling. My stomach was jumping every which way inside me. Weakly leaning forward, I pulled the thin cloth over my head and let it drop down my body. I had to do something. It was all just too much to handle alone.
I walked to my door and opened it. Ean’s door was cracked. He was facing away from me, sitting on his bed lost in thought. Just in boxers and a t-shirt.
“Ean,” I trembled as I pushed the door open. He turned around and looked to me. “I don’t feel good.” I was squeezing one arm into my stomach. I wanted to cry. I didn’t know why. I was anxious, nervous, queasy. At the moment I asked for help, I had given up all the fight in me. My mind was amplifying all my symptoms. My subconscious knew what I really wanted. I wanted someone else to take my burdens, someone else to comfort me. My weak fourteen year old mind wasn’t strong enough to handle it. I asked Ean for that comfort. I had given up all my defenses and relied on him to compensate.
As the words escaped my mouth, my entire body quivered. It was a self-induced sickness with one purpose, to seek pity and comfort from an external source. Whether Ean knew or would find that out in time, he showed no care about it. He jumped from his bed and speed walked over to me. He put his arms around me and lifted me up. He carried me to his bed. His bed. It was twice the size of mine and almost twice as soft.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m so cold. My stomach hurts.” My entire body began shivering. The more I thought about it, the more I gave Ean responsibility to care for me, the worse my sickness got.
He jumped across the room and pulled a trashcan to the side of the bed before lifting my butt onto one of his pillows. He pushed his sheet and comforter down and drug me under it. I was still shivering. Then he climbed on top of me. I was under a sheet and comforter. I was in my nightgown. He was in a t-shirt and boxers. But he was lying on top of me. He was holding me.
We lay like that silently for several minutes. I was feeling amazingly better all of a sudden. I was so much warmer. I wasn’t thinking about school at all. I almost forgot how we got in that position. Every ounce of the sickness had left my body.
“Can I sleep here tonight; I don’t want to move,” I said trying to sound still sick.
“Do you really think I would just shove you back in your bedroom alone in this condition?”
“Are you going to sleep like that?” I admit that I had no problems at all with him sleeping on top of me with his arms hold me tight, but I wanted more; I wanted him under the covers. I wasn’t thinking anything sexual then. If I did, I would have just gotten myself sick again in anxiety. I just wanted his comfort. It was almost like an innocent crush right then. Holding him under the covers would make me blush in happiness.
He pushed off me and walked over to turn out the light. He came back. It was so dark. I felt the mattress move as he got onto the bed. So quiet. He pulled up the covers to let in a chill across my body.
He was getting in bed. He was getting in the bed I was in. I was in the bed. I was in the thinnest piece of fabric I owned and a pair of my panties. He was scooting under the sheet. The same sheet that I was under. We were going to sleep together. The words in my mind held the wrong meaning to what they actually meant to the situation, but, my meaning for those words sounded so much better. We were sleeping together.
I wanted him to hold me so bad but I was scared beyond belief that he would actually touch me. In the dark, under his sheets, in his bed. My body was frozen solid. I didn’t know what to do. Every movement I made would be judged by him. I had the most wrong thoughts in my head. Did he know what I was thinking? How could he?
“Are you still cold?” he asked.
I was his little sister. I was sick. I was just an innocent little sister that had gotten terribly ill. He was protecting and comforting me. I was innocent. He couldn’t read my mind.
“Yeah.” A shiver rolled through my body as I said it.
I felt him shifting under the covers. He was moving toward me. His hand rubbed over my ribs. He gripped my side. I was on my back. I wanted to be firm in his grasp.
I rolled as he gripped me and shifted into his body. He dropped his arm over my back and held tight. He was so warm. Soft skin with a hard wall of muscle just below it. My breasts were pressed into his chest.
Oh no. What if I wasn’t supposed to roll into him? What if he thought I was weird or something for pulling myself into his body? What if he just wanted to put his arm over me and that was all? Why did I move?
If I was still on my back, I didn’t know what to think. I was so embarrassed. Maybe though, if I was on my back, he would have rolled on top of me like earlier. That would have been soo super incredibly amazing. Damn. Why did I have to move?
I was there though. In that position. In my little nighty and panties. Under his arm. In his chest. I didn’t know how long I had been in my repetitive thought process but apparently it was long enough for Ean to fall asleep.
How could he sleep? I was wide awake. How could he sleep in that position? With me in his arms. A girl so next to nude in his grip, on his bed, under his sheets.
His sister. His fourteen year old sister. Of course. I was nothing to him. Of course he could sleep.
I pushed my head up to look at his face. He was peaceful. My nipples were stabbing into his chest. My vagina. My vagina was pressed just above his pelvis. It was so hot. If he was awake, I was sure he would have noticed the excess of heat coming from that part of my body.
If I could just kiss him. He was right there. He would never know. Just a small kiss. Then I would force myself to roll away and fall asleep. Just a peck.
I was going to do it. My body had already reacted before I admitted to myself that I would do it. I was at his lips. Just a peck. I pushed out my lips. I pecked his. My vision blackened from the nervousness.
I pulled away instantly and watched his eyes. Listened to his breathing. I had kissed him. I kissed my brother. The most amazing guy I had ever known. I kissed him. Eyes closed; breathing steady. He was asleep. I had to do it again.
I moved my neck out forward again. I had to keep my eyes focused. I had to see this time. I puckered my lips. Slowly. Very Slowly. Very very slowly. Our lips met. I stared into his eyelids. Hold. Hold it. Push. Push a little harder. Hold. His eyes remained shut. I couldn’t hear his breathing over my own.
We were kissing. Well, I was kissing him. How was I supposed to do it though for real? Was I supposed to move my lips around somehow or someway? The feeling was amazing though.
Then his lips started almost massaging mine. I stared into his eyes. They were almost shaking under the eyelids. He was dreaming.
His hand rode up my back onto my neck. He pushed my face into his. He was making out with me. My brother. What was happening? I wanted this, I think. I didn’t want him to be dreaming. I never thought of what I would do if one of my dreams became reality.
Ean’s body rolled forward. He pushed me back and settled on top of me, kind of off to the side. Something grew along my leg. My brother was getting an erection. What was I suppose to do? Was I supposed to let him have a wet dream on top of me? That would be the most amazing thing in the world. Or would it?
Why did I have to second guess myself always in the heat of the most important times of my life? The hand around the back of my neck retreated to my chest. It didn’t stop there but I just remember so vividly when it was there for the one small stroke. His hand travel down my ribs, over my belly, onto my pelvis. Oh my goodness!!
His fingers slid over the thin fabric of my nightgown to the very bottom. At the bottom they stopped. They changed direction immediately. My nightgown was being hiked up. By my brother!
His fingers tapped into my panties. My wet panties. At first just the tips. Then they slid more, the pads of his fingers were rolling over my vagina. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I had never felt so much pleasure in my entire life. It was happening so fast. It was the first time I ever remembered someone touching me there, and it just had to be him. My brother!
The pads of his fingers turned into his whole fingers. Those turned into his palm. The giant hot thing burning into my leg moved up and down. He was humping my bare leg under his boxers. I couldn’t take much more. So much so fast. I was only fourteen.
His palm continued rubbing up and down over my panties. Over my mound. Over my vagina. I lost.
“Aaaah,” I moaned. My hips shattered under an orgasm. I couldn’t stay silent. All my senses died. All but the nerves in my vagina. The feeling was beyond life. He masturbated me. He pushed me into orgasm. In his bed. With his hand. My vagina writhed and pounded at nothing. I cooed and moaned several more vowels.
I knew I had to stop. I had to try to focus my eyes. The rubbing on my panties stopped. The pipe bouncing on my leg ceased movement. Damn it! I couldn’t regain control of my body. Damn that orgasm was so good. I needed to stop it. My entire body was tingling and my pelvis was on fire with pleasure. Stop it. Stop it. Please just stop. It took all my strength to keep the cooing I so desperately wanted to release, inaudible. Wow! Stop. Finally. The greatest orgasm of my life began subsiding.
My eyes began focusing on my brother’s face. I could still feel amazing pleasure pulsing through my reproductive organ but at least I could see the damage. I felt the rapidly growing wetness on my panties. Ean’s hand was still there. He could feel literally as my cum oozed from my slit into my panties. That overflowing wetness soaked through the fabric onto his hand. It was soo warm.
I didn’t know why his hand was still touching me there but I wished he would never take it away. I wanted him to feel my wetness. I wanted to feel his warmth, his cupping comfort.
His face was so scared. My orgasm finally left me. My panties were as soaked as could be.
“I thought you were Crystal. I swear. I’m so sorry. Please I’ll do anything to make this right. Please forgive me. I thought you were Crystal.”
His eyes watered on the first sentence; they dripped on the last. Two tears fell to my cheek. He finally removed his hand from my vagina and his boner from my leg. He was moving away from me. I reached out and grabbed his hand. I felt my own wetness soaking it.
“Ean, it’s ok.” I didn’t want to sound like wanted it. I didn’t know how much he knew and I wanted to keep myself as safe as possible from him profiling me correctly. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s ok.”
“No, it’s not ok. I have to leave. I’ll go back to college. I can’t stay with you anymore. I can’t believe I did that to you. I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“NO! You can’t go back! I need you! Mom and I need you. You have to stay. I liked it. I like when you touch me. I feel special. I feel like you love me. Like you’re the only one I can trust. Don’t leave.”
Something I said struck him hard. I said too much. I knew I should have kept playing my safe game. He scared me though. I would do anything to keep him from leaving. He stared into my eyes. I hated it. It was like he was looking into my mind. He was profiling me. Like I was something less than him.
He let go of my hand. He scooted back to get off the bed.
“Please, just go back to sleep here. If you leave me alone after what just happened, you know what I’ll be feeling.” I couldn’t say what I would feel but I knew it. If he gave it thought he would figure it out. He was the smartest person I knew. He would deduce it. Wouldn’t he?
Leaving me stranded after that, I would feel horrible, guilty, sick. I would never be able to face him again.
“Fine,” he said coldly. “If I start at it again, wake me up before I do anything. I won’t forgive you again. You might like it, but it kills me. I was the one who actually did it. I have to live with it.” He turned away from me and dropped down at the edge of the mattress.
What did I just do? He’d never be able to trust me again. He would always look down on me from then on. I would be his weird freak little sister that likes him too much. Why did he keep his hand on my vagina so long? Why did he linger, collecting all the lubricant that poured out? What was he really thinking?
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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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A wedding for sluts. Part 1 The Aunt

First time author. Let me apologize ahead of time for any 
format or grammar issues. I’d appreciate feed back. And if anyone has uploading tips to make the text read better please.
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A Before And After Scene

This husband and wife are staying in a hotel, and after a romantic evening wining and dining they go off to bed. However, as soon as they settled down, the man (not quite ready for slumber) leans over and whispers softly, “Hey snuggle boopy boops, your lickle hubby wubby isn’t quite ready for bye-byes yet.”
The wife takes the hint and says, “OK, but I have to use the bathroom first.” So off she goes but on her way back she trips over a piece of carpet and lands flat on her face.
Her husband jumps up and exclaims in a concerned tone “Oh my little honey bunny, is your nosey-wosey all right?”
No harm is done, so she jumps into bed and they have mad passionate sex for three hours. Afterwards, the wife goes off to the bathroom again, but on her way she trips over the same piece of carpet and again lands flat on her face on the floor.
Her husband looks over and grunts “Clumsy bitch.”

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Southern Lovin

A series of stories following the secret love life of two interpretable first cousin’s