Sam Love the futa sergal

She stood in the corridor leading to her residence. As she approached she began to feel a trepidation growing inside of her like a garden weed overshadowing the beauty of carefully nurtured flowers. With every step she felt the anxiety rising inside her. She carefully removed the keys from her bag, nervously running her thumb down the jagged edge of the zip’s teeth. She inserted the key into the lock, releasing the door ajar just enough for the internal darkness to begin to pour out of the room. She opened the door wider, breathing heavily, feeling her pulse quicken with every calculated movement. Moving into the darkness, she groped the wall for the familiarity of the light switch. Flicking the switch up and down in a fury, she realised the light had betrayed her. She turned to quietly shut the door, rotating the handle until she heard that familiar click. With her back pressed firmly against the door, she took a reassuring breath, her naivety allowing her to cruelly believe she was alone.

She gasped as he put his hand over her mouth, silencing the scream. His naked body writhed with excitement against hers, her consternation arousing him further. Delicately, he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and leaned in so that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. He extended his tongue and began to lick her earlobe, alternating with teasing bites.

She recognised his scent. The patterns in his ministrations. The hotness and hardness of his body against hers. She was exhausted from fighting the internal battle of prohibiting herself from this forbidden man. She succumbed to his advances whilst he kissed her neck, soft and hard, soft and hard. Dropping her bag and keys, she ran her hands over his smooth muscular body, aching for him to be inside of her. He turned to face her and their eyes locked with a mutual understanding of how badly they craved one another. He moved his face closer, softly brushing his full pink lips against hers. She could feel the warmth in her knickers increasing with every second. He was a drug, encapsulating and heightening all of her senses; she wasn’t sure how much longer she could withstand the high before reaching ecstasy. He began to remove her blouse, slowly and purposefully concentrating on each button as she liberated her arms. Her blouse dropped the floor, her nipples hard and her breasts: full and pert.

Suddenly he slammed her shoulders against the wall, taking her by surprise and began to kiss her roughly. His hands were exploring her hair, his mouth pushed up against hers, his teeth biting her delicate lips. He hooked his hands into her jeans and pull her closer to him, unbuttoning them with ferocity. He dropped to his knees, impatiently pulling the denim off her beautifully long legs and started kissing her thighs. “Spread your legs” he demanded and she obeyed. He ran his fingers under her knickers and felt the mixture of warmth and wetness, strengthening his already rock solid cock. Sliding her knickers to one side, he inserted his fingers into her steaming abyss causing her to gasp out in pleasure. She moaned at the sensation of him thrusting his fingers roughly in and out of her wet pussy and felt his hot breath nearing her clit. She smiled at his teasing, his tongue licking everywhere but her throbbing clitoris.

He abruptly got to his feet and in one swift action picked her up with her thighs gripping against his. He carried her over to the table and set her down, she could see his full length clearly and moaned with excitement. Pulling her body closer to his, she felt him insert his huge member deep inside of her, burying itself for the winter. He began to thrust, slowly to begin with, letting her get accustomed to the rhythm and sensation of him. She could feel him quickening, his hands firmly on her peachy bum to get as deep as possible. With each thrust came a slap of pleasure, the excitement simultaneously rising within them both. He pulled her off the table and spun her around, hands on the table and her behind pointed and beckoning him in. He reinserted himself back into her, her gasping with ecstasy. Her screams came loud constant, with every thrust she felt the pleasure rising within herself. His moans grew louder and louder, synchronising in the pleasure of his deep planted penis. He groaned in delight and she felt herself tingle with anticipation of what was to come next.

“Mmmmm… you are a naughty girl.” He smirked at me and shut the door behind him. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” I hadn’t thought about it, but at the mention of the bathroom, I had the sudden urge to use it. I nodded without looking at him.

I still, subconsciously, wanted to hide my body. My juices were still running down my slender legs. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I was embarrassed, I was ashamed.

With a hand on my waist, he helped me stand and led me to the second door in the room; my bathroom. A sink and counter and toilet were to my left and a large bathtub was at the far end underneath a medium sized window. He turned on the light and helped me inside on my still jelly like feet, but I just stood there when he didn’t leave. My eyes looked towards his general direction, but stayed on the floor. “Well?” He asked. He couldn’t possibly plan to watch me use the bathroom. “I…I can’t…”

He shot me that wicked smile of his and gestured me towards the toilet. “Be a good girl.” Shutting my eyes tight I lifted the lid and sat down, trying to will away his gaze. After a few minutes my body relaxed enough to do its business and when I was done cleaning myself I finally looked at him and was relieved enough to see that he had his back to me. The sound of the toilet flushing alerted him that I was done and instead of addressing me, he went to the bathtub and turned the water on.

When I stayed where I was, he reached his hand out. “Come on, Rachel.”

I walked over to him and I could feel the steam rising from the water. I lifted a foot over the tub and poked my foot in the water, but quickly yanked it out with a yelp. “Mmmm… baby it’s hot!” He reached his hand in, held it there, and pulled it out with a shrug. Picking me up, he set me over and into the water. I tried to jump out, but he held me there. The water burned my skin, but eventually my legs got used to it. I tried to slowly lower the rest of my body into the water, letting myself adjust, but he just shoved me all the way under with a splash. As my head emerged from the water I whimpered and pulled my knees to my chest.

The sound of shampoo squirting out of a bottle caught my attention and then hands were in my hair, rubbing my scalp and creating suds.

Silence filled the bathroom and his fingers felt rather good.

“…Are you going to bathe me?” There, I said it.

His fingers stopped for a moment before resuming. “Would you like that?”

I scrunched my face and hugged my knees to me tightly. His fingers actually felt nice against my scalp as he massaged it slowly, building a heavy lather that dropped into the water now and then. When he was satisfied, he grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it with water before tilting my head back and pouring the water on my hair.

He repeated this over and over, slowly rinsing my hair without being rough. As the last the last of the shampoo was out of my hair, he repeated the whole process with conditioner from under the counter. It smelled sweet like strawberry smoothies and it relaxed me even more.

“Can I… Can I know your name?” My voice was quiet, continuing to play the game we started earlier that evening. He was a stranger… my captor, my boyfriend. This was magnificent role play.

“No.”

Tears welled in my eyes and my nose burned a little. “Please… please, tell me…” My voice shuddered as I could feel myself start to cry. I could hear him sigh, but he didn’t say any more.

After my hair was taken care of, he pulled a pink bottle of body wash out and squirted some into his hands. I furrowed my brows and tried to back away from him, but in the small space of the bathtub, I’d only managed to splash the water at him.

“Rachel, I want you to behave.” He ordered, reaching for my right arm.

I tried to pry his hand off, but my skin was too slippery to do so. As he pulled me back towards him more water splashed out of the tub, but he ignored it this time as he positioned me with my back to him. He started with my shoulders, rubbing small circles. I brought my knees back to my chest to hide my breasts and vagina, staring at the water as his hands moved down my arms.

My left arm was moved from my knees as he washed the rest of it, followed by repeating the action to my right arm. When he began to push my knees away I held them still.

“Be a good girl, now.” He reminded me.

“Why can’t I wash myself?” I asked, still not budging.

I hadn’t anticipated him placing his hands in the crack between my knees and parting them, giving full access.

“Because I want to touch you.”

His hands cupped my breasts, moving the water around me. I inhaled deeply which caused my chest to push into them. His thumbs gently traced my nipples as he leaned down over my right shoulder. I could feel his warm breath on my ear and when he spoke I shivered.

“You look so beautiful.”

I felt both insulted and complimented at once, blushing at the thought of him throwing me around. I prayed he only meant it in a sexual way, though I didn’t want him to regardless.

One hand trailed upwards past my neck and into my hair, gripping it tightly enough to cause a slight pull, but not enough to hurt. “And brunettes are the sexist by far.”

I shut my eyes and tried to block his words out. I had to change the topic. I needed answers.

“Am I going to stay here forever?” My voice was sheepish.

“No,” his tongue traced my earlobe and I fought back a gasp.

“So you’re going to let me go home at some point?”

Instead of answering he yanked my face towards him and crushed his mouth against mine, sending his other hand towards the apex of my thighs. I slammed my legs shut, but that only trapped his hand there.

“You have such a soft pussy,” he whispered against my mouth. I blushed, embarrassed.

“Please, don’t call it that.”

“No? Why not?” His fingers rubbed against my lips before one inserted itself inside me. My insides tightened around it on reflex. “Your pussy likes my hand.”

“It’s embarrassing!”

He chuckled against my mouth and began to pump into me while using his thumb on my clit. My back arched and my feet slipped along the bottom of the tub, making a squeaking sound. The hand in my hair trailed down to my neck, carefully caressing my throat. His fingers pinched my clit before sliding down to rubbing against my anus. I screamed, jumping against the side of the tub.

“Not there!”

His chuckling filled my ears, but he withdrew his hand and went back to tickling my clit. “You have no control over what I do, but since you’re being so well behaved I’ll let you get away with that.”

Going back to my nipples with one hand, he tweaked the sensitive tips while his mouth traced my ear. My toes curled under and my breathing was getting shaky. “Please stop…”

Lips moved from below my ear down my jar, kissing and nipping at each bit of skin until they reached the corner of my mouth. With each thrust of his finger his lower hand turned back and forth, causing a deep pull in my belly. Gasping as his thumb pressed hard on my clit, my hands covered his own, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.

“What is it? What do you want, little one?” His voice seemed deeper and it surrounded me.

My grip on his hand tightened, but I didn’t pull it away nor did I push him deeper. My nails dug into his skin and a high-pitched squeal escaped my throat.

“Ask me for it. Tell me what you want.” His thumb sped up on my clit and my legs quivered.

I shook my head, refusing to let go.

“You have to ask me. Tell me that your pussy needs me and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I can’t!” I cried, holding back a moan.

“Say it. Say your pussy needs me.” His fingers began to slow down and the building feeling started to disappear.

“No! I… Please!” I bit my lip. “My… My p-pussy needs you, please…”

I felt him smirk against my cheek and then his fingers sped up again, making my whole body shake. My breath caught in my throat as my muscles began to tense up and relax at once, all of my focus on the centre between my thighs.

When the sensation got too much for me I started to pull on his hand. “No more!”

His fingers slowly pulled back, but the ones on my nipples kept up with little tugs. “Say thank you.”

“Oh, you are naughty”

He gripped my hair again and drew my head back to look me in the eye… our lips millimetres apart.

“Say thank you, Rachel.” His smile was gorgeous.

“Thank you, thank you!” I shouted, splashing again playfully. With one last shove under the water, he stepped away from me and as I surfaced I saw him grab a towel and bring it toward me. “Step out, baby.”

I have a conundrum that you might be able to help me with. I'm in the middle of writing another long story and although it isn't complete I'm at the stage where I want to give it a title. The trouble is I have two titles in mind and I can't decide between them. So I thought I'd leave the decision to you.

The story is about our loving couple who have been living together for the best part of a decade. Marriage was on the cards but things have gone a bit... Stale. Then, out of the blue, the woman's younger sister turns up in need of help, and then in need of a home. Without giving the plot away, let's just say things get complicated.

The two titles I've selected are:

Little Sister

or

Just Do It

I like "Little Sister" because it explains at least the relationship/antagonist in the story which helps give it meaning and would also enable readers to know at least something about the story/journey they were about to embark on.

I like "Just Do It" because it gives nothing away. The words are something of a catch phrase throughout the story so it links nicely with the narrative. But it doesn't inform the casual reader about the tale.

We’re in your car, and you’re kissing me. I can’t think. I don’t care. All the ways men have hurt me are irrelevant in the face of so much desire. I want to fuck you right here. You want me too, I can feel it. Your hands are desperate to touch everything they think they can get away with. And I let you, because I don’t want to stop you. Not even a little. I’m sure there’s a disgruntled voyeur looking our way. I don’t care. Let them look. Let them be puritanically indignant. I just want some part of you in me. Your fingers, your cock, your tongue. I just want to touch you. Your hair, your back, your thigh crease. Fuck me, fuck me right here. I think I might have whispered it into your mouth. I don’t know if you heard, but I’m not aware of much other than how it feels to be kissing you again. You taste like coffee. God the taste is sweet sharp nostalgia…

I want you. I never stopped. I want you tied up and helpless while I tease you as you wriggle underneath me. I want to direct your mouth to my breasts, to feel my nipples in your lips and teeth. Softly, softly, exquisite pleasure walking the edge of pain. To run my fingers over my clitoris, frictionless from the liquid of my arousal, while you watch. Hard. Unable to move. Your frustration increases my arousal. Your inability to relieve yourself without my permission gives me sadistic pleasure. I want to straddle your face, release one of your hands, so you can swirl your long fingers inside me while you lap at my clit. I like it when your beard is full of my juices. Like I marked you with my pleasure. Like you like me on you. I want to slide you in me all the way. Your hands above your head, one of mine on your mouth. Tell you not to dare cum. Not unless I want you to. Watch you struggle to obey as you groan into my fingers.

I want you to pin my hands down with your own, while you fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. Squeeze you inside me while you bite me gently everytime I make a sound. I want to gasp while your lips are on my throat. I want you to take me from behind, harder, faster, deeper, just fuck me like there isn’t anything else. Your finger on my clit pushing in time to each thrust. There isn’t anything else. Your teeth on my shoulder. Mine on your hand which is muffling the sounds I’m trying desperately to hold back in the face of so much pleasure. I want to stay in that moment. Wanting, needing, fucking while the rest of the world ceases to exist.

…Finally the kiss ends and you bring me to my senses, snapping me out of my imagination, eager to just go anywhere with you. I’m half inclined to direct you to the back seat and fuck you there, but you’re kissing me again and my brain can’t quite translate intention into movement. You move towards the steering wheel and I move with you. Our hands on each other’s as you start the car. The small pretence of routine, as if we are still in control of ourselves.

We make our way along the road. One of your arms around me, holding one of my hands at the shoulder, the other driving us to our destination. Every so often you graze the inside of my palm with your finger, the resulting lust weakening my legs and making me stumble. You chuckle low and I stop pressing my lips to your Adam’s apple, pulling your body towards me as you drive erratically. You smell like desire and sweat with an aftertaste of soap. I groan softly, and you pull me forwards again with a smile of determination. The cool spring air is pleasant on our hurrying faces. Finally, finally the dock is in view. The city lights in the distance, the darkness of the ship looming in front of us. You help me out of your car and I step onto the gangway. Your steps are sure and practiced. I hear you chuckle again as I step on to the wood tentatively, small hesitant steps as the planks wobble beneath me, my hands clutching the rope rails slightly harder than necessary until my feet are firm on the deck.

You take my hand again and lead me up the stairs to the top deck. You take me to the rail that looks out to sea. I can see the whole city in the distance, but all the other crew are quiet. Everyone is in bed except you and me. You whisper that you hope I like the view into my ear, the feel of your breath on my skin making me breathe in sharply. You stand behind me, hands resting on my belly as you start to kiss my neck from my hairline to my shoulder. I close my eyes to the glittering distant lights as the sensations you’re causing run from your touch right to my feet. Your hands move under my shirt, and the thought that someone might see us crosses my mind, but I don’t care. You’ll be in trouble if anyone finds out I’m here. I don’t care about that either. Your fingers are on my nipples, and all I can hope is that you’ll soon move your hands to my underwear, as I cling to the rail to keep my feet. My hope is soon made reality as you lift my skirt and pull my underwear to my knees, letting them fall to the ground.

I hear you unzip and put on a condom. Then I feel you fingers between my thighs, slipping deliciously on my wetness. You whisper in my ear again, asking me if I want you. I barely breathe my confirmation. Then you’re inching inside me, slowly, slowly, your teasing fingers still on my clitoris. You move in and out to a slow rhythm, your fingers starting to move up and down my clit in harmony. I reach around one hand, and pull you in further with each thrust. Your other hand is in my hair, gently pulling to our rhythm, while your teeth sink into my shoulder as you groan low and rough. I’m not sure how long we stay there, your arm holding me to you, preventing me from falling. All I know is the pleasure is divine. You start to move faster and I feel you lose your control, I clench myself around you as you come inside me, holding me close, breath ragged in my ear. You pull out of me slowly, and pull my underwear back up to my hips.

Once again you take my hands and lead me down, telling me to take care not to step on the ridges between the doorways. You take me to your cabin and lie me on my back. Taking your time, you remove all of my clothing. Touching and kissing each piece of revealed skin with tenderness. Oh I have missed this so much. As you remove my underwear for the second time you settle between my legs, running your tongue along my inner thighs, tasting me. Telling me you missed how I taste.

You edge closer and closer as I writhe in delighted frustration, bringing forth fresh chuckles from your throat. Your fingers slowly ease into me and finally your tongue is on my clit. It’s all I can do not to scream aloud, but at the small whimper I can’t contain you place your spare hand warningly on my mouth. I find your pillow and lift it to my face, muffling my groans into it as you start to move faster. Your long fingers pressing into my G-spot, cold and delicious. Your warm tongue a sweet contrast as the intensity builds. The feeling is both incredible and unbearable. My whole body seems to exist between your hands and mouth. I don’t know if I want this to continue forever or if I can’t stand not coming a second longer. I am incapable of deciding. Within a few minutes though there is no choice anymore and my body shakes and shudders as the waves crash over me, bringing deep relaxation and contentment.

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It must have started a month ago, on the fateful Sunday morning.

It was a typical morning, the crack of dawn, before another boring Sunday that I had no doubt would prove uneventful.

I slowly got out of bed and walked out of my room; heading over to the bathroom to start my morning. However, I my groggy and dazed state, I failed to realize that someone was currently in the bathroom; as I swung the door wide open.

“Oi! Close the door already fire cracker!” Yelled out my father, as I stood right there in shock.

There standing with nothing on, was my father; fresh out of the shower and still covered in warm water. My eyes worked down my father body, from his amity buff chest, strong muscular arms, and then down to his waist.

Then my eyes landed on the object between my father thighs. There throbbing with clear veins, and a perfectly shaped bell-end, was my father’s erected cock. My father’s words from before seemed to less impactful, as the morning wood twitched, moving enough to make the hot piece of meat swing back and forth.

“Dang it firecracker snap out of it and get close the door!” Said my father, as he grabbed a towel, and covered himself up.

My stupor came to an end, when I felt my body being pushed back, and a rush of air hit me; as the bathroom door was slammed shut. I blink a few times, slowly returning back to reality; as a deep blush formed on my face.

I decided to head back to my room and wait a little longer to take my shower.

After that morning, the next few days the interactions between me and my father; were a complete awkward mess.

My father was a carefree man, that always seemed to have the ability to move on from just about everything. In stark contrast, was me; his only daughter. I always seemed to go back to the Sunday morning, every time I spoke to my father.

Even now, as I we sat together on the dinner table. I couldn’t help but think about my fathers attractive naked body, even when spoke to me about my day at school, I only gave him half hearted answers to his questions, as I wasn’t focused on the conversation. It was the thoughts of his big fat throbbing cock that I was focused on.

As I went back to eating my food, rubbing my thighs together; as they got wetter, and wetter.

As the days went by, I feelings for my father had turned from a mild obsession, into a full-blown crush. I spent so much of my time now, just thinking about my father; it should be a crime. I took every opportunity to gaze at my father.

Today, I decided to go to the gym with my father.

At first, I only went to do my regular work out, something I did to just keep myself healthy and little in shape. Yet, throughout my whole work out, I was completely unfocused; with my eyes wandering to the other side of the gym.

There in just gym shorts, and a green vest, was my father; and his muscular frame flexing as he lifted numerous weights around him.

Even as I did my workouts and spoke with the friends I had at the gym. My attention was always on my father. I watched as he spoke with many, older woman at the gym, giving them hated glares as they seemed to flirt with my father.

Which made me unyieldingly jealous.

As the day at the gym ended, and I got into the car with my father to drive home, I was again unfocused to the words my father spoke during are conversations; my eyes-only gaze at my father arms, and eventually going down to his gym shorts staring at the bulge that was his soft cock.

“Another week? Honey, you’ve been on gone for two weeks?! When are you- No! I think you should be home!”

Once again, I was listen to another of my father and mothers phone arguments. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of anger, not related to the fact that my mother was once again, going to be out of the country for an extended period of time. Rather, it was the anger, that I felt for my father being neglected once again by my mother.

Did she just not care? Her husband was here at home, not wasting away from not having his beloved next to him in bed every night. Clearly, she had forgotten her priority of being a good housewife.

“Sigh, you know what its fine. I love you honey good night.” My father said with a rushed annoyed tone, slamming his cell phone on the kitchen counter and matching over to the fridge to grab a beer.

I watched from the dinner table as my father stormed off into the living room, and sat on the couch, opening up his beer, and turning the TV on to watch a baseball game. I look on at the man, who at this point, had my heart a body in burning attraction. I slowly got up from table and headed upstairs for a change of clothes.

I can’t help but smile, as I changed into something so risky and yet so normal for around the house. I knew that this would make my father look at me.

When I got down stairs, I made sure to enter the living room, not making a sound until I was right next to my father. As I slowly walked in front of the TV, giving my father a side ways glance; seeing the look of both shock, and curiosity in his eyes as I sat down next to him on the couch.

I knew that my father was glancing over at my every chance he could get. I made sure to wear something that would definitely, make his pants feel tighter than before. My chest was covered by a hoodie, while my lower region was only covered by a set of filly panties.

“H-honey what have I told you about no pants in the house.” I hear my father say with a nervous tone. “I’m sure your mother would be upset abou-“ My father continued, only to be cut off by my lips pressing against his.

I felt a surge of energy race from my lips and to the rest of my body, and I wrapped my arms around my father neck, as he sat there with wide eyes, and a still body, as I parted his lips with my tongue and invaded his mouth.

The kiss seemed to only get more and more heated and feel better and better. I felt my chest and crotch getting hotter then I though possible. Here I was making out with the man, that I called a father. Not feeling any shame that it was behind my mother back, not feeling sick from the taboo nature of what I was doing; I only felt immense pleasure thought my body as my tongue swirled around my fathers.

When are kiss finally broke off, I looked into my father’s. What I expected to see, was shock and shame, with a little bit of confliction on what he should do next. Instead, what I saw was pure sexual lust, that seemed to piece into my mind.

My father made is first move, taking hold of the zipped on my hoodie. I shiver knowing what was going to be revealed to my father, as he slowly pulled the zipper down I felt the cool air of the room against my bare chest; showing off the lack of bra meant to cover my modest bust. I keep my eyes on my father, nodding my head; a signal of permission to what that what he was doing was allowed and wanted.

“Mmm~ You like that sweetie?” The question was asked with a husky and heated voice, as my father lips pressed against my neck and down my bosom.

With just a simple nod of my head, my father pushed to my back and bring himself over me. I couldn’t help by giggle and yelp in shock from the sudden passionate response from my father. Now, all that I could do was moan and squeal, as my father licked and suck my naked breasts.

I moaned with uncontrollably, as my father’s tongue slithered around my hardened nipples, I sucked in air through my teeth, as his teeth nibbled them; only to let out a heated and lustful moan when he starts to suck on them.

But this assault on my breasts wouldn’t last, as my father gazed up at my panting and flushed face. He wanted to be in control, absolute control. The look in his eyes, made that all to clear. I could only think for a short moment through more moans, as my father start to kiss down my chest, moving closer to the edge of my panties; why my mother would not come home to the receive this pleasure all the time?

Unlike with my bosom, the feelings that came from between my legs, as my fathers tongue slide against my more the sopping folds; was simply breath taking.

The sensation was like a bolt of electricity, a shock that just seemed to send my body into a frenzy of pleasure. I brought my clenched hand to my mouth, biting down on it, only to open my mouth with a heated moan; as my father tongue lapped at my hard clitoris.

My back arches as I felt the pleasure of my father tonguing. I felt my first climax, as my father’s lips pressed against my sensitive mound. My moaning sounding more like a heated scream echoing through the house, as my face felt the spray of juices from my orgasm.

“Are you ready this sweetie?” I heard my father say with a caring, yet lust filled voice. “Cause, if this is your first time. Its going to hurt.”

I knew that tone better than anyone else, as my father pressed the tip of his cock against my wet folds; causing me to shudder from the hot sensation on my lower lips. I felt a warmth radiate even more on my face, as my mind thought about what my father was going to do.

I look between my father and my open legs, his hands holding my thighs, keeping me spread open. My eyes however, stayed glued to the site of my father throbbing length; still pressed against my we slit; waiting for my answer, to complete its biological task.

With my mind made up, I look back up, staring into my father eyes. My own gaze must have been filled with lust, as I nodded my head, lifted my arms and wrapped around my father neck, and press my lips against his; as he penetrates me virgin folds.

I felt every inch inside of my father impressive cock spreading my insides, as it slides into my wet depths. The moan that escaped my mouth, was filled with relief and pleasure. I had dreamed, and imagined this feeling, practicing with some my objects and toys.

Yet, nothing compared to the sensation of my father’s entire manhood, now fully enveloped by my formally virgin pussy.

“Ahh~ Sweetie, your so tight.” Said my father. His hard cock now completely sheathed inside me. “Are you ready for me to move?”

I look at my father, and node my head, giving him the indication that I was ready for him. I feel his hips pull away from me; pulling his cock away from my inner depths and making me shiver. This shiver was soon joined by heated moan, as my father bucked his hips forward; and plunged his cock back into my depths.

The living room was now a mess of sexual primal noises. My moans and grunts only seemed to make my father eagerly fuck me, while his grunts and moan; only made me hornier and even more wet then before.

Through the furious thrusting of my father’s hips, I felt my father gaze on my sweaty and sexually excited face. Looking up, I could see that his eyes where indeed fully focused on me. When are lips once again met for another heated exchange, I felt a shock of pure electricity race through my spin.

This was heaven, this must have been a what sex was always meant to feel like. I didn’t want this to end, I didn’t want my father’s cock to leave my pussy. I couldn’t help the tears that escaped the corners of my eyes.

“Hraaah~ God! I’m cumming sweetie! I’m cumming!” Said my father with a deep husky voice. “I’m gonna cum outside you ok?” He finished, preparing himself to leave my womanhood.

With out hesitation, I put my arms around my father neck, and my silky legs around his rear; preventing him from unsheathing from my wet and throbbing pussy. My father took this as a sign to not leave my pussy for any reason. This must have been the case, as my father thrusting only increased in intensity; as he grunted like a beast against my ear.

I felt something building in my core, as my pussy was pounded by my father’s hot rod now. This wasn’t the same love making as before, with my father cock throbbing like mad; this was my father fucking me.

When my father finally climaxed, I to join him at the top of the mountain of pleasure. Are bodies staying pressed together in blissful union; as my father pumped his hot spunk into my ever-accepting depths.

When the last of my father seed splashed into my womb, I felt the fullness of that my father cock had given me retreat. I merely whimper from the lose of the sensation, only to moan when it left; leaving me with the sensation of his hot spunk inside me.

I look up at my father, seeing his sweat covered face, that was panting from the heat of are sexual endeavor. He spoke no words, as he looked at my wet pussy. The site of blood, and white liquid leaking out from between my sensitive folds.

Without hesitation, I take my hand and plunge my fingers into the freshly fucked hole that my father left stained with his cum. My face contorting into that of a sexually crazed expression. Bring a clearly shocked and aroused face, that I could see through lust filled eyes.

“Mmmmm~ F-father! P-please! Ahhh~ Give… Give me more! Ahhh~ I want you fuck me all night!”

The words left my mouth without any forth thought. They were just words that cared the feelings I had held since the day I laid eyes on father and his impressive cock. They were words that had the edge of incestuous taboo in them.

They were words that made my body heat up in unbelievable arousal.

They were words that would start the incestuous relationship between me, and my father.

Now leave Juno Station! *Bing* *Bong*

It was just another usually day for you, as you boarded the Subway train that would take you to school. You made your way into another crowded of the Subway cars, hoping to avoid that dreaded feeling of claustrophobia that often times made you wish for your own personal mode of transportation.

As the train continued through the dark tunnels to the next station.  I could feel the crowd of the car shift around with each pump and slight curve of the cars as the subway train moved along. When we arrived at the next station, I watch with displeasure as more people soon entered the now full car.

I thought to myself that this was what fish must feel like if they were trapped in nets; as the subway cars began to move to the next station.  

I knew that the next station was a bit of a ways away, meaning that I was trapped in this car for a bit longer than I wants to be. Even still this was getting to crowded even for me. I made my decision and began to move to wards the subway cars door, hoping to the next car would not be so crushing full of people.

As I neared the doorway to the next car, I felt a sense of relief. However, that relief quickly vanished; as the cars began to shift and move with another bend in the tracks. Suddenly, I was back at square one, trapped in a crush of people. I tired to move towards the doorway to the next car, only to have something catch my attention in the worst way.

I felt the sudden sensation like electricity through my spine. At first, I rationalized the feeling as just wind, or me rubbing against something by accident. Yet, as I tried to move forward again, the sensation returned with an even greater effect. This time even more than what it was before, and feeling just a invasive.

I knew what this was now, yet I didn’t want to believe it was happening to me. The sensation of this person, this mans hands against my skirt covered ass; made my skin crawl. I wanted to get away as fast as I could, but this was just not possible with all the people in the train.

The mans groping continued with out restraint, as his hands moved under my skirts and began to work my skin and against my panties.

I felt the sensation of heat building through my body, as the nameless figure behind me, caressed my ass. Squeezing, spreading, and pinching my admittedly large ass checks. With each moment of this happening feeling even worst, and yet soon feeling a bit good.

I quickly shock away those thought of this feeling any kind of good, only to let out a series of soft moans and pants.

Then I feel it like a shock unlike any other in my system. I quickly cover my mouth, as a moan and squeak escaped my mouth. As the sensation grew more and more, I slowly moved my head around to look over my shoulder.

There standing behind me with a smile filled with cruel and uncaring smile was the man that had his hands under my skirt, with his one hand moving my panties aside; and his other hands fingers now deep inside my now uncovered pussy.

With my hands still covering my mouth, I gave the unknow assailant a gaze of pure contempt, as his fingers move within my wet folds over and over again. I felt my knees buckle, as I felt the wave of pleasure of having his big meaty fingers pushing in and out and spreading my insides. The blush on my face must have been beyond visible, along with tears that began to fall down my face.

The violation of my womanhood seemed to go on forever. I turn away from the man, looking around the crowded car; desperately searching for the anyone to see what was happening to me. Yet, no one seemed to notice the lone school girl, having her private regions being violated right in the middle of the subway car.

Suddenly I felt the presence against my shoulder, and the sensation of his fingers moving deeper, and faster. I kept my mouth covered, but the moans only grew in volume with his rough movements, and the heated breath against my neck.

My assailant spoke no words, as his lips made contact with said neck. My eyes widen as another this part of my body was being stimulated sexually. Yet, this felt so much better with the feeling of my wet folds being ravaged. The feeling made my eyes flutter, and my legs buckle. His lips sucking and kissing my neck, along with his tongue moving against my sensitive skin only made it much worst.

Everything felt so much better now, the air around me felt so hot and steamy, my body felt limp and sensitive. It felt as though my body was submitting to this man, and his cruel assault on my womanhood.

The bubbling sensation continued to build more and more, reaching a something I knew all to well since I barely reached it my self at times, with just my own fingers. I continue to moan against my now drool covered hand, as I felt my climax arriving.

I close my tear-soaked eyes, begging for him to stop, yet a part of my begged him to continue, to push me to my climax.

Only for everything to stop.

I felt the sensation of my pussy being ravaged come to an end suddenly; along with the sensation of his lips and tongue leave my neck. I felt the bubbling pleasure still deep in my core, near ready to explode with nothing to push it forth anymore.

My head turns around, looking over my shoulder again. I see the man looking down, as one of his hands leaves my rear; and reaches for the zipper of his pants. I look down, with widen eyes as at the site of his zipper being pulled down, then his hands reaching in to arrange the clothing and pull out what he was seeking; and what he pulled out made my spine shiver in fear.

In his hand, poking through the open slit in his pants; was his hard and erect cock. To say that it was big was an understatement, as the sexual organ had to be a good eight of nine inches, with an intimidating girth to join that length.

My eyes stayed glued to his cock as he lifted my skirt and hiked it up against my waist. My trance was broken as I felt his hand pull my panties to the side, with his over hand grabbing onto my hips and pulling me toward his cock.

I quick look up and give him a pleading look, I covered my mouth again as I felt the head of his cock kissing the wet folds of my vulva. I felt more tears fall down my face, as the head of his cock pushed between my folds and kissed the entrance to my womanly depths. I felt something touching my face, as my assailants hand turned my head towards his.

My hand moved away, my lips meet his in a heated and passionate kiss; and his cock slide into my pussy with a muffled moan escaping the lip lock.

When his hips smacked against my rear. I felt every inch of his massive cock inside me, stretching out my tight and wet walls, like nothing before it. As are lips continued to stay connected, I felt the bubbling pleasure from before, seem to change into a brand-new kind of pleasure. As his tongue swirled around my tongue, my eyes stayed shut, with tears still streaming down my face.

When my rapist began to thrust his hips, I lost all, or whatever strength I had. My hand bag feels to the floor. I felt each thrust, each twitch and throb of his hot rod inside me. When are kiss became open aired, I didn’t stop my moans.

It felt so good.

Yes. The feeling of a big meaty cock pushing into my deepest parts. Thrusting slow and hard, most likely to try and avoid drawing attention to us, made my body beg for more. I felt his free hand wrap reach for my chest, going under my uniform shirt and grabbing hold of bra covered bosom.

I was being raped, in the full view of some many, I was being violated by a man I did not, and most likely would not know; and it felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced.

I moan a loud again, this time no longer hiding the sense of pleasure I was feeling. I felt the bubbling feeling of my orgasm coming more and more. I felt the sexual stimulation of all my areas being assaulted. My pussy being reshaped by a rapist’s cock, my breasts being caressed and teased, and my lips and tongue being worked.

When his grunting joined with my moaning, are sucking and sloppy lips lock seemed to mask the wet smacking from behind me. His cock was no throbbing like mad, pushing against the tight walls of my deepest depths.

When he started to thrust harder and faster, couldn’t help it any longer. Pulling away from his lips and arching my back against my assailant. I felt his hot breath against my neck, as he continued to thrust hard and fast; throbbing like mad until the end.

When the thrusting stopped, with a last hard thrust. I felt my pussy being stretched; as his cock pulsated inside me. I shuddered and moaned out loud with his hot seed sprayed my womanly depths. My eyes rolled back into my head, along with my tongue lolling out.  

I felt his heavy grunts, and hot breath against my neck, his hips twitching along with his still pulsating cock, as he pumped his hot cum into my womb.

When are orgasms came to an ended, I felt him move away from my rear. His hot rode slowly sliding out of my formally wet and tight depths; leaving a trail of his spunk inside me. I let my head drop, as my breathing started to get back to normal.

*Ding* *Dong* Final Station Wexford Station!

When the announcement came on. My sense of reality started to come back to me. I didn’t turn to face the man that had raped and came inside me in just a short time on the subway together, as the doors of the car opened and the people started to leave. I quickly fixed my self as best I could.

As I stepped out of the subway car, and onto the platform. I looked around the various face among the crowed, hoping to see the man that took me like a beast in heat.

Yet, it was useless. As I stood almost alone on the platform. I hear the sound of the people, going back into the subway cars, and the sound of the of the doors closing. The announcement of the subway train returning to is place of origin rang through the underground station.

I continued to stand alone, with a vacant empty look in my eyes. My hand back on the ground next to me, with a familiar white liquid covering it. The source of that white-hot juices seemed to come from under my skirt.

He came so much….

It felt so good….

I was going to be traveling on the subway more often from now on.

It was the middle knight on the busy street of downtown.

You were walking down the seldom busy streets in the middle of the late evening. You were somewhat disheveled and stumbling from your nearly drunk state, from evening drink with your buddies from work. You had been invited to hang out with them, for an evening of drinking and potential tomfoolery.

You made it clear your co-workers that you would go to the bathroom and would be back in a bit.

Yet, you were no longer in that bar, rather you were outside stumbling and wobbling around the streets of the downtown. You look around and see all sorts of shady, and potentially dangerous people all around; but that didn’t bother you in the slightest. You were far to drunk to deal with whatever was going on around you.

Without a car in the world you turn around into an alley. Walking down the damp and dark alley, you reach the end without incident, and look ahead to what was almost and empty lot. Expect the large greyish van that was parked in middle of the lot.

Looking around, you see and man sleeping in a lawn chair, with a sign taped to the side of the van above him.

In your drunk curiosity you walk over to the van, as you approach the man in the lawn chair starts to stir, now woken up, her see’s you are approaching and slowly gets out of the chair.

“Evening my friend. Want a good time tonight?” Says the man, as he lets out a loud sigh.

You look at him in confusion, before looking at the sign on the Van.

Variety Van! Breeding Rape Meat!

Price’s:

Face Fucking: $5.00

Cunt Fucking: $10.00

Anal Fucking: $20.00

*Creampie: $Five bucks

“Listen buddy if you interested,” He says, walking around you and unlocking the van’s back doors. “I’ve got a nice variety of sluts for you to fuck night.” He says gesturing for you to come over and look.

You quickly walk over to the open van and see something, that even makes your drunk mind stop, and take a step back.

In the van, tied up like wild hogs were four three women. Each one was tied up, with her arms and legs tied up together and behind their backs. They were completely naked, exposing their breasts, and cunts for you to see.

You could see the looks on the women’s faces, each one either showing a various degree of emotion.

The white woman, who was a rather fine-looking girl, with head of blond hair, a modest bust and a rather nice rear, was looking you right in the eyes. Her tears forming, as she started to try and move away from the open door.

The other woman was a dark-skinned woman. Her hair was curly, with her lips a looking perfect for sucking cock. You look at her body, and stood there in amazement, by her luscious body; her curves that only matched her impressively large ass. Her gaze was that of a woman that was waiting for the what was about to happen next, not moving away; but not moving either.

The third and last tied up woman, was a rather petit looking Asian girl. Her hair was cut short above her shoulders. Unlike the white and black women, she did not have the same size breasts or ass, as the other two. However, she was still a rather sexy looking girl from just her tiny body alone.

Yet, she had something that the other two didn’t seem to show now. As soon as you looked at her in the eyes, she seemed to light up, wiggling and moving closer to you. Her eyes looking as if she was pleading for something, pleading for whatever, you were going to do with her.

“Listen, I have a special offer buddy. I’m about to close up shop tonight since it been slow.” Said, the van owner. “How bout I make this offer $100 bucks,” He points at the girls. “I’ll let your fuck all these girls.” He says with a business-like tone. “You can only cum in their fuck of your choice once though.” He finishes.

You look at the man, as if her was crazy. Even in your drunken state, you understood what the man was implying. You look at the man, and then back to the girls in the van. Your mind thought of how wrong this was for just a moment, only for those thoughts to be shoved back into the mess of drunken sexual pleasure floods your mind.

You quickly pull out your wallet and toss it into the mans hands. As you quickly push past the man and start to remove your pants and underwear; as your pants drop to the ground in outside the van. You quickly climb into the van and start thinking about which woman was first.

You don’t waste anytime with the women in the van, each one now at your mercy, as sold of fuck meat for your use and fill with your cum.

You made you first choice quickly, as the white man that was tearing up and shimmy away from you caught your attention. You quickly grab her by the ankles and pull her towards you. She struggles in your hands, but you holder her in check, as she moans and cries against the clothe that gag her mouth.

For some reason you took hold of her rather boobs, kneading and grabbing them hard in a tight grip, making her moan and squealed from the sudden stimulation that she was feeling from her molested tits.

As your mouth over her neck, and gave it some much needed attention, making her noises even more sensual. Yet, as you move up her neck, she thrashes again, nearly headbutting you.

This seemed to infuriate you, as you give the woman a look of drunken rage. You quickly, grab her the rope that held her legs together, and undid them. As the woman, began to squirm and thrash again, you give her ass a hard smack, and the another to her head for good measure.

This seemed to stop the white woman thrashing and moving, leaving only a whimper that could be heard as you spread her legs apart. As you gaze at her rather pink cunt, your eyes stayed focused on the puckered asshole, that seemed to be twitching.

Without hesitation, you bring your throbbing cock right to her tight asshole. You hear her, let out a gasp of air; then a loud a pain filled scream. You push your self down, letting you cock push into her tight fuckhole more and more. Your unprotected hot flesh, spreading and stretching her rear; and making her scream aloud from the gag in her mouth.

Her screams, only made you push further, into her tight asshole; until his cock was entirely in her ass. Her cries and whimpers raised in volume; as your hips pulled back and slammed back down into her firm ass cheeks. The other girls could only watch and hear the grunt and sound of skin smacking against skin; with your thrusting getting more and more intense.

Between her cries, and her tight asshole. You didn’t last very long. How could you? Its had been so long since you had any action; and fucking a tight perfect little ass, was just too much for you now.

With a loud grunt, you slam your hips down; letting a spray of hot seed fill her already stuffed hole with your hot man milk. The white slut that was once screaming with a passion was almost quiet, her panting was all that come from her gagged mouth. When you reach up and grab her by the hair and lift her head, your greeted with the site of her eyes rolled back into her head.

You drop the ass fucked whore, leaving and silent, weeping mess. You turn your attention to the black curvaceous woman; her eyes staring at the site of your naked form, and the white woman; who’s ass was now leaking the white-hot seed that was pumped into her.

You move over to the tied-up ebony coloured woman, grabbing onto her curly locks and pulling her face towards your crotch. You waste no time, grab the cloth in her mouth, and pull it off her. Just before she was about to make noise; cock was pushing passed her succulent lips.

Unlike the white women from before, this one seemed to accept your cock in her mouth. You keep still, making sure that her head was still, and your cock was stuffed in her mouth.

You could only pant and moan, as your feel her lips against you shaft, and her tongue rubbing against the head of your cock. You hear wet gagging and chocking as her your cock pushes further and further; right into her throat.

For the black women, the sensation was all too familiar, as the fast head of this man, pushed into the back of her throat; cutting through the open lot, as another set of pants and grunt join with her noises. Soon, she felt something fizzy against her nose. Looking up through her tear stained eyes, she could see a site of the pubic hair that covered the mans crotch.

No words were exchanged between the you and the black woman, as you felt her throat around your thick shaft. You bring your hands to her hand, making sure that one of them, and a fist full of her curly locks. You pull your hips back, then thrust them forward; right into the black woman’s throat again.

The van rocked back, and forth. The sounds of sucking and wet slapping, mixed with the choking and gagging; making a perfect chorus of sexual noises.

You moan and sigh from the feeling of her tight throat wrapped up around your hard and throbbing cock. You make sure that her mouth, her lips held thick shaft. Eventually, you started to feel her sucking on your cock more and more, her head started move against your thrusting hips.

Soon, you felt your cock throb against her throat more and more. Then without hesitation, you grab hold of her head. The black woman could only gag and chock, eyes roll back into her skull, and her body quivers. You let out a heavy grunt and moan, as your cock lets out load of hot semen into the black slut’s throat.

The black woman’s cheeks puff out, as your hot jizz sprays all over the insides of her mouth. Second later, you hear the audible sound of her gulping down the hot mess, right down her stuffed throat’ and into her stomach. Each second, you moan you feel her sucking ang gulping down more and more. Her gagging, turning into moans eventually.

When you finally pull out of her mouth with an audible popping sound, made the moment far more complete. You let go of her curly hair and let her fall to the van floor again. You stare at her with a content look, her mouth stripping with the hot jizz that once filled it; and her eyes still rolled back.

You look over and see the petit Asian girl, he legs spread open, and her hand pushed deep inside her wet and tight pussy. You look on in drunken amazement, as she thrusts her fingers over and over again. Her face contorting, showing an expression of pure sexual ecstasy.

You quickly move over towards her. Her hand pulls out of her hot and wet pussy, she makes sure to keep her legs wide open; and never letting her sexually crazed expression leave her face. She spoke no words, only letting the heat panting signal what she wanted next.

You move over towards her. Grabbing her legs and pulling her wet pussy towards his hard and still throbbing cock.

You look position yourself over the Asian slut, with your bell-end pressing against the hot and wet folds of her womanhood. You hear her moan aloud, as her thighs quiver, and her eyes stare into yours. you suddenly push downwards. You face getting closer and closer to hers. Every inch of you cock that enters her pussy, makes her face change more and more; into a more sexually crazed face.

Soon, you feel your every inch inside the Asian slut wet and tight pussy. You can’t help but let out a heavy moan, feeling her tight pussy surrounding your cock. You look down, at the Asian slut under neither you, her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out. You bring your head down, bring her out of her sexual trance for just a moment, and into a heated and passionate lip lock.

As your lips connected, and your tongue danced around one another; you began you thrusting. Immediately, her moans vibrated against your lips; as you pumped your hips back and forth. You cock penetrated into her deepest parts with each thrust. Her pussy tightens, with each thrust, and moistened each time it kissed the entrance to her womb.  

You didn’t want to stop in anyway, as her moan escaped with your lips left hers. You moved your head down to her neck, licking and sucking the soft silk flesh. She starts to moan like a slut in a porno. You know she was feeling every stimulation of her most sensitive parts, as you licked and sucked on the neck and thrusted into her with out mercy.

The Asian woman was thrashing and gyrating from her position under him. Her body was in complete sexual joy. Her mind was a mess, no longer able to feel anything; but the drive to be bred by the man thrusting his manhood into her. She felt her womb, open with each hard thrust, feeling the head of his cock push into her womb.

You felt the walks of her womb open for you cock. You felt her legs wrap around her back, and her arms draped around your neck. She was signaling for you finish inside her. To pump her full of the cum that she, and her womb seemed to be begging for. You wasted now time know, knowing that she wanted this, that she was begging for this. You began to slam into her, your cock throbbing inside her with every thrust.

The van rocked with the hard thrusting, and gyrations of your combined fucking. You felt her body quiver, you felt her womb open and accept you hard cock. You quickly grab hold of her head, making sure that she was staring up at you, staring at the man that was about to fill her womb with the hot seed that she wanted so badly.

The thrusting finally came to an end, as his hard cock slammed into the Asian woman’s more that fertile womb, filling the tight snatch with his hot man milk.

The Asian slut could only let out a howl of pure pleasure, as she felt the white-hot liquid fill her insides, the heat was felt right her core, and spread through her body, make her quiver and twitch; while still holding on to the man that was pumping her full of cum.

Finally, you stopped your own orgasm, feeling your cock relax within the formally tight confines of the Asian slut under neither you. You quickly pull away from her; letting your cock leave cum stretched snatch. You look and see the pure bliss that was on her face.

With yourself now full exhausted and sexually fulfilled. You walk over to exist the van, slowly putting your clothes back on. You walk around the van door and see the man from before sitting on the lawn chair. In his hands was whatever money was once in your wallet.

“Hehe… Man, sounds like you had a blast.” He says, getting up and handing you, your wallet. “Thanks mate, you just salvaged a slow night form me,” He says picking up the lawn chair and putting it in the van. “I’ll just take what you’ve got and call it a night. Have a good one man.”

You watch the man close the doors of the van, the rip the sign on the side of the door off. He opens the door to drives side of the van and steps in. After a few minutes, you watch as the van drives off, with your money, and the three sluts that you had just filled with your cum; including the Asian one that you had a feeling that was impregnated.

You look around the now empty lot, then turn around to exit the way you come. Your mind was still in a hazy, and drunken mess. Yet, you could only smile; remembering the three sluts that you just had fun with. Now there was just one problem.

How were you going to get home; with no money.

Something bumps into me and I stumble, almost going under the water, but a pair of strong hands grabs my waist and keeps me from falling. "Whoa there, sorry for bumping into you".

I turn around to see I'm in the arms of a tall man, who looks like he could have ten, twenty years on me. My back is pressed against his bare chest. I blush. "It's no problem", I say, "thanks for catching me". I try to move forward but his hands tighten slightly. "Um," I laugh nervously, "you can let go of me now."

He doesn't say anything. One of his hands snakes around my waist until he's holding me in place with his whole arm, and the other one slides down my belly, underneath the water.

"What are you doing!?" I try to tear myself away but his grip is too strong.

"Shhh." He whispers in my ear. "Do you want everyone to know what we're doing?"

His hand slides into my bikini bottoms and I whimper as he fondles my pussy. He strokes my lips back and forth, just rubbing me with his big, calloused hand.

"Stop," I whisper. This time he doesn't respond. He dips his middle finger in between my lips and teases around my opening. He trails his finger up, stopping just short of my clit, and drags it back down. Then he does it again. And again. Each time he stops torturously close to my clit, only to stop at the last second. With each pass heat builds in my cunt, and shame rises up in my throat.

Then finally, without warning, he touches my clit. I hold back a gasp as he begins to rub it in circles. By now I'm fighting to keep my hips still. His hands are skilled, and my pussy is starting to throb with pleasure. He chuckles lowly. "You like that baby? You like it when I rub your little clitty?". I can only whimper in response.

His hand starts getting faster. I barely notice his other hand leaving my waist until suddenly two fingers slip inside me, and I have to stop myself from crying out. He strokes the inside of my pussy and immediately finds a spot that makes me clench down around his fingers. He keeps rubbing that spot with laser precision, working my clit hard and fast, and soon my knees go weak as I cum hard.

"There you go baby," he says in a mockingly sweet tone, "your first rapegasm. Wasn't that nice?" I squeeze my eyes shut. It didn't mean anything. It's just a biological response, it doesn't mean I liked getting raped.

His hands slip out of my swimsuit and for a second I think he's going to leave me alone. But then he hooks one finger around the crotch and pulls it to the side, exposing my cunt under the water. "Don't worry sweetheart. You'll enjoy this too".

Something blunt presses against my opening and I only have a moment to process before he shoves his cock into my pussy. My jaw falls open. I've never been stretched like this before. Sure I have toys at home, but none of them are as big as this stranger's cock, filling me up like nothing else ever had. Then he starts moving, and my mind goes blank.

He fucks me in short, fast strokes, keeping his cock buried as deep in me as he can. He keeps hitting something deep inside that I distantly think is my cervix, but that can't be right. I've always read that it hurt to hit your cervix, but this feels... good. Tears run down my face as the thought hits me. It feels good. His cock battering my poor little cervix is making me see stars. I find myself bucking back into him, unable to stop my hips from seeking more pleasure. Then his hand finds my clit again, starts rubbing it furiously, and I'm gone. My pussy spasms around his cock, pleasure coursing through me. If we weren't underwater I'd be sure I squirted.

He grunts and stills inside me, and his cock pulses as he cums right up against my cervix. I whimper pathetically as I realize what that means for me. I'm not on birth control. Never have been.

After he's emptied his balls inside of me he pulls his softening cock out of my pussy, and politely repositions my bikini bottoms. He gives me a light peck on the cheek and whispers, "you're welcome baby". Then wades back to shore.

I stay in the water for a while, staring into space and trying to process what just happened. In the end I just rejoin my friends and finish my beach day. I don't see the man again; he must have left after he was done with me. We play around in the sand, get ice cream as the sun sets, and eventually say our goodbyes and head home.

She pulled him up by the hair, not harshly, supporting his chin with her other hand, made him face her despite his blindfold. “Baby,” she said gently, “I didn’t tell you to stop.” “Can’t,” he sobbed pitifully. So worn out he couldn’t even finish his sentences. She took mercy on him. “Then I’ll help, baby. But now you have to come with just me fucking you, yeah? No touching for bad boys.” She reasoned, and he whined but agreed. He would take anything at this point. She gently laid him down and thrust in lightly, experimentally, loved the way he clenched and arched from the sensitivity. Oh, the next few minutes would be precious. She held him still by the throat as she began fucking into him hard and fast, his legs so weak they could barely come behind her back and lock around her, splaying wide instead, and and making filthy, high-pitched sounds, each moan punched out by her rough thrusts. He came suddenly, legs shaking, without a single touch to his clit.

She didn’t stop though, watching in delight as he sobbed when she kept thrusting at the same pace, his overstimulated pussy throbbing from oversensitivity. “Please,” he begged, “Ah, too much-” but she shushed him with a kiss. “Should’ve worked harder if you wanted it to end faster baby,” she said against his lips, trailing kisses across his ear and neck, kept thrusting until she could see it began to hurt a little bit, in that way they both liked, the way she liked to see on him. His toes curled and he was panting as he cried. “I know, I know it hurts darling, but this is what you get sweet thing. You can do better next time, I know, but just be good for me right now, okay?”

She fucked him until he clenched again, but couldn’t come the second time - at least, wouldn’t be able to unless she touched his clit, which she had no plans to, this was his punishment after all - and kept him teetered on the edge for a few minutes before pulling out. He wailed. “I know, I know baby,” she soothed, bringing out the night restraints for her boy. He would be restless and fussy from the denial, so they bought comfortable restraints to make sure he would be good during the night. It was perfect training. She carried him over to the large puppy bed she bought for him next to her bed. She took off the blindfold, kissing both of his crying eyes and then shaking her head when he started crying harder. She tied his arms and legs loosely with silky rope to ensure he’d be comfortable and could turn at night but couldn’t touch himself. She leashed his collar to her bedpost, and silenced his wet sobbing with a gag. He looked pitiful and adorable in the bed, teary and oversensitive and unfinished, but he’d be calm soon, the frustrated, frazzled nerves slipping into obedience, the understanding that he would be left unfinished for the night, that he was hers to do as she willed.

There are 3 main species of draconian inhabitants on Mercuin, each with their own subspecies.

There are the feral dragons, creatures of old, who the legends say laid waste to dozens of towns and killed hundreds. However, modern-day, they’re much less common (although just as fierce). Many have since taken dragon-slaying up as a vocation, but a select few social outcasts and runaways have managed to bond with certain dragons of old, becoming legends known as dragon riders. These elites, far and few, are rarely seen by normal individuals, and only make contact when they need to purchase or aquire something they can’t gain from the land itself. Some subspecies of the feral dragons include Wyverns, which are essentially dog-sized dragons, and Wyrms, which are wingless, limbless, snake-like creatures. Occasionally, these rare and hard-to-tame species are used as pets by aristocracy, but it’s unusual.

The second main species of dragon is a sentient decedent of the feral dragons, one that had learned to innovate and live as a society. These dragons are often called anthro dragons, as they walk on two legs, speak, and are intelligent. They’re covered in scales, and have varying patterns and scale types (with certain patterns establishing a higher rank citizen). They live in small societies in caves and on mountains, and live long lives. They have a strong intellect, and craft weapons and armor better than most humans. They also have a much lower regard for nudity and such, often working without clothes (besides armor, when practical.) Some anthro dragons have wings, allowing them to fly, while others do not.

The third kind of dragon is a dragonman, the rare offspring of a usually unsucessful human and dragon interspecies mating. They look like a human, except for having scales around their chest, arms, and legs, possessing a tail, and some even possessing wings. Dragonmen often live intermingled with anthro dragons, and their villages and towns are often built around feral dragon nests, which provide protection. These dragonmen are very similar to anthros. They both have mating seasons, and they both have less regard for nudity and sex.

It started out as a normal day for Casanderia. Everyone called her The Mystic, and she was somewhat of an outcast from modern human society, due to her being part demon. She made the most of it, however, and used her slight grasp of dark magic to open a fortune telling and mystic shop on the outskirts of her villiage, close to the land where the great forest and mountains intersect.

It was extremely lonely sometimes, but Casa made do. It was a rough life, however, until one day she found a baby wyrmsnake abandoned in the woods. Wyrmsnakes are creatures that are part dragon, causing them to grow to massive sizes. Casa took in the wyrmsnake, fed and protected it, and nurtured it, and it rapidly grew to nearly thirty feet long and one and a half feet wide. She playfully named it ‘Sycon’.

Life improved with her new companion. Nothing was quite as dreary, or quite as lonely. Of course, there were still no other humans or even demons to interact with, and the few mystic customers she received never stayed for long. And, with her being part demon, she was always rather aroused.

At night she’d often lock herself in her room and masturbate; however, for some reason, on this particular day, she was out in her main room. She felt the urges, and since no one was around but Sycon, she didn’t see the harm in doing it right then and there. She slowly tugged her tight leather shorts and lace panties around her ankles, and began to rub her already-wet clit. She softly moaned, as her demon ancestry caused her to feel enhanced pleasure, but this prevented her from hearing Sycon slither up next to her.

Wyrmsnakes are a cold-blooded race, meaning when they’re not searching for a mate or for food, they’re looking for heat. Sycon usually lay in a sun patch all day, but he sensed an enhanced amount of heat coming from his master, so he began to curl around her. By the time Casa realized this, he was already around her waist a full time. She tried to push him off, but his massive body prevented her from even shaking him. He slowly coiled up her body, pinning one of her arms to her side, and causing her to yelp at his tight embrace.

“Get off of me, you animal!” Casa screamed, outraged. Sycon continued to hold Casa in his tight embrace, but her enhanced warmth began to fade, as she had stopped touching herself. His tail, thin but still very muscular, creeped up her leg, causing her to struggle and thrash in his grasp.

“Stop! Please, no! What are you doing?”

The wyrmsnake’s rough tail slid inside of her bottoms, pushing across her tight slit. She moaned slightly, enjoying this much needed release. She struggled, but it with a much lower sense of urgency. As the serpant began pumping in and out of her, she allowed herself to relax in the powerful coils.